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Prompt 249 - suffocate - guardian_erin
Title: Untitled
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: pg13
Fandom: original
The dew gathered on freshly green grass glistened from the light of a full moon overhead. The air was still chilled, but the promise of a warm summer was approaching. Even in the darkness, creatures were just beginning to wake. They scavenged, crept, ran, and stalked after prey.
Now was the time of year that the land seemed to come back to life. Hibernating creatures shook off their sleep and came out of the suffocating dirt. The earth warmed, flowers bloomed. The seasonal wheel was turning into a new time.
A warm orange moon was glowing overhead, and all of nature tried to reflect back the warmth. It bounced off the bark and tops of trees. The color played in the fields and among the rivers.
As the moon set and the sky began to swell with light, the songs and calls of birds flooded the air. Tiny trumpeters, they bellowed and chattered in the distance of trees.
The sun was on its way. The seasonal wheel crept forward an impercetible bit. The ground was cool and shadow dominated, but as rays of light broke through, the land began to warm.
This was the time that Man began to wake. But earlier than anticipated, the creatures of the world could see a Man walking through the woods, watch him make his way, wondering if he would be out for trouble or if he would be one of the harmless ones.
Man passed by the nests and dens of small animals, completely unaware of them. It was just as well for those creatures, who did not have much to fear from Man, but were always tense with fear regardless.
Only the birds had no care. They sang and trilled as usual, so far aloft in their high city of the forest.
Now man had passed through the wooded area and came to the open field. He did not hesitate, but marched out into the field without an ounce of fear. The creatures saw this, some with jealousy, and some thinking Man a fool for having no fear.
He followed the path. So predictable, so unwilling to change course for any reason. Even when that reason had bones and ripped flesh, and bits of fur strewn through the path.
Man saw the kill, and then finally showed fear by slowing his walk, becoming unsure. But unlike other animals that would take it as a bad sign and stay away, he approached it instead. Like a scavenger, he came onto the animal and surveyed it. The kill was not too old or disfigured to be identified as a sheep, perhaps two years old.
Like a scavenger, Man went to the kill. He grabbed a bare leg and pulled at it, moving the animal slightly. But unlike a scavenger, and unlike the coyotes that had killed the sheep, Man did not set upon it with tooth and claw. Instead he cursed aloud, watching flies flit around the dead eyes of the sheep.
Man wiped his hands and then stepped back from the sheep and walked away, still following the path.
He took nothing, did not run, not did he attack so much as a thrush. What a strange creature was Man. He merely observed for now, calculating something in his head. The creatures watched and wondered now -- what would Man do?
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: pg13
Fandom: original
The dew gathered on freshly green grass glistened from the light of a full moon overhead. The air was still chilled, but the promise of a warm summer was approaching. Even in the darkness, creatures were just beginning to wake. They scavenged, crept, ran, and stalked after prey.
Now was the time of year that the land seemed to come back to life. Hibernating creatures shook off their sleep and came out of the suffocating dirt. The earth warmed, flowers bloomed. The seasonal wheel was turning into a new time.
A warm orange moon was glowing overhead, and all of nature tried to reflect back the warmth. It bounced off the bark and tops of trees. The color played in the fields and among the rivers.
As the moon set and the sky began to swell with light, the songs and calls of birds flooded the air. Tiny trumpeters, they bellowed and chattered in the distance of trees.
The sun was on its way. The seasonal wheel crept forward an impercetible bit. The ground was cool and shadow dominated, but as rays of light broke through, the land began to warm.
This was the time that Man began to wake. But earlier than anticipated, the creatures of the world could see a Man walking through the woods, watch him make his way, wondering if he would be out for trouble or if he would be one of the harmless ones.
Man passed by the nests and dens of small animals, completely unaware of them. It was just as well for those creatures, who did not have much to fear from Man, but were always tense with fear regardless.
Only the birds had no care. They sang and trilled as usual, so far aloft in their high city of the forest.
Now man had passed through the wooded area and came to the open field. He did not hesitate, but marched out into the field without an ounce of fear. The creatures saw this, some with jealousy, and some thinking Man a fool for having no fear.
He followed the path. So predictable, so unwilling to change course for any reason. Even when that reason had bones and ripped flesh, and bits of fur strewn through the path.
Man saw the kill, and then finally showed fear by slowing his walk, becoming unsure. But unlike other animals that would take it as a bad sign and stay away, he approached it instead. Like a scavenger, he came onto the animal and surveyed it. The kill was not too old or disfigured to be identified as a sheep, perhaps two years old.
Like a scavenger, Man went to the kill. He grabbed a bare leg and pulled at it, moving the animal slightly. But unlike a scavenger, and unlike the coyotes that had killed the sheep, Man did not set upon it with tooth and claw. Instead he cursed aloud, watching flies flit around the dead eyes of the sheep.
Man wiped his hands and then stepped back from the sheep and walked away, still following the path.
He took nothing, did not run, not did he attack so much as a thrush. What a strange creature was Man. He merely observed for now, calculating something in his head. The creatures watched and wondered now -- what would Man do?