wolfrepublic
January 16th, 2008, 12:13 PM
*this is my first ever go at this so be kind :D :rottentomato:*
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by wolfrepublic
Grom paddled as strongly as he could, he was behind schedule and he needed to get to the edge of the whale and salmon clan by the next sun rise. He was paddling down the Wind-River whistling happily to himself like many of the small birds flittering atop him.
He looked down at his cargo. Some necklaces, a couple of knives, a bow 40 arrows fletched and headed, and the most important of all the fish spears, three prongs on them one facing straight out and two on separate sides pointing diagonally down to the tip of the first.
He had been chosen to transport these objects to a trade meet on the edge of the salmon clans land. It was hard work, firstly he had to carry these items on his back to the ravens who leant him a dug out and some people to help carry it to the edge of the Wind-River where he had to paddle it all the way to the edge of the forest and then had to haul it all out and set up a small area where traders from the other clans could come and see his wares. He sighed and paddled on. His stomach growled furiously with hunger, and his mouth dry, holding out for a sip of cool refreshing water. It had rained a lot recently so the forest was thicker then usual so he didn’t realize how close to the coast he really was. He pulled the oar up and cupped his hands into the water for a drink; he put it in his mouth and swallowed. “BLAGH!” he cried out in disgust, then vomiting out what was left in his shrunken stomach as a reaction to the salty water. “Salt!” he cursed.
Just then he remembered the supplies that the boar clan leader told him to pack, he took a swig from the water-skin, it tasted horrible, it had been sitting in the sun and was about the same temperature as outside and tasted an awful lot like hide but it was much welcome. He glided through the water and finally came to an opening on the right hand side of the opening was the whale clan and on the left was the salmon clan. He jabbed the oar into the left side of the water and the dug out turned toward the salmon clan and he paddled to shore.
After a long while he managed to heave the dug out up a muddy bank single handedly.
He sat down and sighed, now began the grueling task of taking out all of the equipment and setting up a small camp near the others. It was nearly sun down by the time he was done, the trading started the next day, Grom happily curled up inside his sleeping sack until then.
Early the next day he was awoken by a seal man kicking him. “Hey” he said gruffly “Are you the boar with the fishing spears?” Grom rubbed his eyes. In the background he could see a strange tall black haired man with a fish bone necklace, he looked fairly harmless
“Why yes, I am, what can you offer me for one?” he asked. The man held up some strange curly, ice like pendants hanging from a leather throng.
“What are they?” Grom asked.
“They are the world spirits tears; they have been immortalized by the lightning,”
The wind made them tap together; they made a kind of jingling and ringing that made Grom smile slightly.
“I offer you 6 per spear,” said the Seal man.
“Deal, how many do you want,” smiled Grom
“Ten” Grom frowned.
“You have sixty to pay for them?!” the seal man nodded. “Well you have cleaned out my stock of spears.” Grom said handing him an arm full of skillfully made spears.
That night he had traded most of his wares and made a profit, for he was a skilled haggler. When he went to sleep he went and checked on the tears of the world spirit and was shocked to of seen them gone. The Seal man stopped by to remind him to be careful with them and was also shocked to hear they had been stolen. “I know just who stole them,” said the Seal man, picking something off the bottom of his boot. He was standing next to where the tears had been.
“What is it?” asked Grom.
“A fish bone,”
Then next morning the funny looking salmon clan man was walking around again looking pleased with himself. Grom and The Seal man who introduced himself as Sond had stayed up trying to put logic to their suspicion. They saw the man and ran up to him, Sond smashing him in the face with his fist. Grom looked in his pack and low and behold the tears were there. The crowds of scared and confused people were watching. It was silent. “Thief!” shouted Grom, Sond belted him again then the rest of the crowd carried him off to the clan chief. Grom and Sond followed. “How can you prove that he stole these items?” asked the chief. Sond held up a snapped salmon bone with a tiny hole drilled into it. “I know every item here and no body is selling salmon bone objects or jewelry. The only one wearing anything with these bones on it is this man.” It was true; every body looked at each other and shouted in agreement. Finally the man cracked, “I did it alright! I mean you just can’t sell of the world spirits tears like that!” the chief frowned angrily at the sniveling mess in front of him
“Leave now traders, I will deal with him,”
So in the end Grom made a new friend, a profit and gained a whole new adventure out of this one trade meet. As for Sond, he went back to the islands but he and Grom keep in touch every time there is a clan meet.
999 words apparently
Untitled
by wolfrepublic
Grom paddled as strongly as he could, he was behind schedule and he needed to get to the edge of the whale and salmon clan by the next sun rise. He was paddling down the Wind-River whistling happily to himself like many of the small birds flittering atop him.
He looked down at his cargo. Some necklaces, a couple of knives, a bow 40 arrows fletched and headed, and the most important of all the fish spears, three prongs on them one facing straight out and two on separate sides pointing diagonally down to the tip of the first.
He had been chosen to transport these objects to a trade meet on the edge of the salmon clans land. It was hard work, firstly he had to carry these items on his back to the ravens who leant him a dug out and some people to help carry it to the edge of the Wind-River where he had to paddle it all the way to the edge of the forest and then had to haul it all out and set up a small area where traders from the other clans could come and see his wares. He sighed and paddled on. His stomach growled furiously with hunger, and his mouth dry, holding out for a sip of cool refreshing water. It had rained a lot recently so the forest was thicker then usual so he didn’t realize how close to the coast he really was. He pulled the oar up and cupped his hands into the water for a drink; he put it in his mouth and swallowed. “BLAGH!” he cried out in disgust, then vomiting out what was left in his shrunken stomach as a reaction to the salty water. “Salt!” he cursed.
Just then he remembered the supplies that the boar clan leader told him to pack, he took a swig from the water-skin, it tasted horrible, it had been sitting in the sun and was about the same temperature as outside and tasted an awful lot like hide but it was much welcome. He glided through the water and finally came to an opening on the right hand side of the opening was the whale clan and on the left was the salmon clan. He jabbed the oar into the left side of the water and the dug out turned toward the salmon clan and he paddled to shore.
After a long while he managed to heave the dug out up a muddy bank single handedly.
He sat down and sighed, now began the grueling task of taking out all of the equipment and setting up a small camp near the others. It was nearly sun down by the time he was done, the trading started the next day, Grom happily curled up inside his sleeping sack until then.
Early the next day he was awoken by a seal man kicking him. “Hey” he said gruffly “Are you the boar with the fishing spears?” Grom rubbed his eyes. In the background he could see a strange tall black haired man with a fish bone necklace, he looked fairly harmless
“Why yes, I am, what can you offer me for one?” he asked. The man held up some strange curly, ice like pendants hanging from a leather throng.
“What are they?” Grom asked.
“They are the world spirits tears; they have been immortalized by the lightning,”
The wind made them tap together; they made a kind of jingling and ringing that made Grom smile slightly.
“I offer you 6 per spear,” said the Seal man.
“Deal, how many do you want,” smiled Grom
“Ten” Grom frowned.
“You have sixty to pay for them?!” the seal man nodded. “Well you have cleaned out my stock of spears.” Grom said handing him an arm full of skillfully made spears.
That night he had traded most of his wares and made a profit, for he was a skilled haggler. When he went to sleep he went and checked on the tears of the world spirit and was shocked to of seen them gone. The Seal man stopped by to remind him to be careful with them and was also shocked to hear they had been stolen. “I know just who stole them,” said the Seal man, picking something off the bottom of his boot. He was standing next to where the tears had been.
“What is it?” asked Grom.
“A fish bone,”
Then next morning the funny looking salmon clan man was walking around again looking pleased with himself. Grom and The Seal man who introduced himself as Sond had stayed up trying to put logic to their suspicion. They saw the man and ran up to him, Sond smashing him in the face with his fist. Grom looked in his pack and low and behold the tears were there. The crowds of scared and confused people were watching. It was silent. “Thief!” shouted Grom, Sond belted him again then the rest of the crowd carried him off to the clan chief. Grom and Sond followed. “How can you prove that he stole these items?” asked the chief. Sond held up a snapped salmon bone with a tiny hole drilled into it. “I know every item here and no body is selling salmon bone objects or jewelry. The only one wearing anything with these bones on it is this man.” It was true; every body looked at each other and shouted in agreement. Finally the man cracked, “I did it alright! I mean you just can’t sell of the world spirits tears like that!” the chief frowned angrily at the sniveling mess in front of him
“Leave now traders, I will deal with him,”
So in the end Grom made a new friend, a profit and gained a whole new adventure out of this one trade meet. As for Sond, he went back to the islands but he and Grom keep in touch every time there is a clan meet.
999 words apparently