It’s not so uncommon for a child to be lost in the wild, by accident or deliberate action. It is less common though for that child to live, to learn to survive without fire and salt and iron. Less common still for that surviving child to find others like them, to band together rather than tear the other’s throat out for the sweet meat and rich marrow. Rarest of all for this to continue, for the pair to become a pack, and then a tribe, and then a menace only spoken of in whispers by the folk who once lost them.
Tried a slightly different format this time, pretty happy with how it turned out and how much fucking faster it is to just make 36 entries instead of 100.
D6
They speak
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in the howls of wolves.
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with hooting, like apes.
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with the birds in their own songs, and hear in turn of what the birds have seen from above.
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with the sibilant syllables of serpents, a never-ending hissing din punctuated by tongues tasting the dust.
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in grunts accentuated with conceptually dense and subtle gestures.
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in tongues, true glossolalia, understood by all.
D6
They kill
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with sharpened bones worn along their nails and teeth.
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with sling-stones hurled from strips of hide.
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without hesitation or remorse. They are the only real people.
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alongside mangy, long-clawed dogs.
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hurling venomous animals in leafy bundles.
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with traps that blend in to the dirt and vegetation.
D6
They eat
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their old and their weak.
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only what they’ve personally killed.
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nerves to take in the muscle memory, livers to cleanse sickness from the body.
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the meat and milk of tree-climbing goats they took from passing shepherds.
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strips of dry meat and skin, tough enough to be chewed apart over hours.
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like tigers do, mouths driven into ribcages to gobble viscera, faces crusted with dried gore and flies.
D6
They sleep
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in the soft loam.
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in a cave that goes deeper than they care to find out.
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in bundled sheets and aprons that remind them of a home all but forgotten.
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piled against one another, sharing warmth.
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clutching sharp shards of rock.
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propped up against a tree or stone, eyes wide open.
D6
They know
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the hungers of the thing that shares their hunting ground.
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words that will cause even the most seasoned ranger they’re whispered to to lose their way.
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things that civilized sorts have forgotten.
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never to step foot in the ruins that attract so many from afar.
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how to appease the spirits with offered blood.
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how to mix stinking unguents that attract and aggravate stinging insects.
D6
When you enter their territory they will
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seek to test their mettle against your metal.
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watch and wait for weakness, their eyes shining at the edge of torchlight in the night.
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steal what is yours and make it theirs, kleptomaniac consumption.
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laugh at the clumsiness of your marching, throw rotting fruit at the back of your head, always remain just out of reach.
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try to raise you as one of their own, punish you cruelly for disobedience and failure.
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