09-22-2009, 06:22 PM
Revian awoke to an empty hut, and the black darkness. He sat up slowly, hearing a fire crackle outside. He shivered a little at the vagrant breeze that drifted in, but he shook it off, more or less ok. He laid back down and stared up onto the heavily shadowed woven ceiling. He had nothing to do, but go over what little he had been told on the way into this new village; he was temporarily lamed and he was on the back of a larger female for what had seemed like a week.
He closes his eyes and breathed in the aromatic smoke that was wafting in from the camp-fire and sighed happily: This was not what he was used to, but he would not abandon it for anything. He giggled darkly at the though. How did he know that this tribe was not flesh eaters? He actually confirmed that by inhaling a new scent: Fish, and very good quality fish at that. His belly growled at him and he groaned a little. It had been a long while since he had eaten anything at all, but fish was his favorite, but being from Greenland, there was never an occasion to have fish. It was odd as well, for he was the only one in his prior-tribe who ate fish at all. Regardless, he knew that he was in no position to ask anything more of these people. One of them had plucked him from death’s jaws and shared their home with him. No one can ever ask to be saved like he was, so he made a vow to repay the tribe and his savior by whatever means he could. He sighed one last blissful time and slunk into a peaceful rest, dreaming of absolutely nothing.
He closes his eyes and breathed in the aromatic smoke that was wafting in from the camp-fire and sighed happily: This was not what he was used to, but he would not abandon it for anything. He giggled darkly at the though. How did he know that this tribe was not flesh eaters? He actually confirmed that by inhaling a new scent: Fish, and very good quality fish at that. His belly growled at him and he groaned a little. It had been a long while since he had eaten anything at all, but fish was his favorite, but being from Greenland, there was never an occasion to have fish. It was odd as well, for he was the only one in his prior-tribe who ate fish at all. Regardless, he knew that he was in no position to ask anything more of these people. One of them had plucked him from death’s jaws and shared their home with him. No one can ever ask to be saved like he was, so he made a vow to repay the tribe and his savior by whatever means he could. He sighed one last blissful time and slunk into a peaceful rest, dreaming of absolutely nothing.