Wind blew through the rocky paths of the large mountain. The home to many men and few women. The sun did tend to always shine, leaving the river down below to sparkle and shimmer as it made it's way to a larger body. The men were tall, dark skinned and dark eyed, like stones themselves with skin like diamonds. Though, they weren't visually beautiful, their skin was just hard, and usually tended to look rocky. Only few lucky men could be called incredibly beautiful, the strong ones would wear leather. Say that they were the best out of all Colossus.
One day, the wind seemed to have stopped whistling through the paths and trees that spotted the mountain. The few women that stayed with the men on the mountain to give birth to their children, were disappearing. Whatever it was, they knew they couldn't attack the men, for they couldn't be killed as easily. A troop would have to be sent out, a group of people. Though no one volunteered for the job. One man stood out from all the rest, the one with the most leather, they thought he could do it. Since he had always showed off his skill, he was capable right ?
The small group was sent out, and they returned a week later with nothing. What was out there ? Another man, one around eight foot six, dark hair, dark eyes and numerous runes, stood. Saying he could go out, search better and do it on his own. They laughed and gave him one measly spear. The man with just one small pair of cloth shorts took it and walked away.
The people of the village, the few women that were around prayed for his safe return. Thinking he would need it, but they gave up after four days. Having the feelings in their guts that the crazy man who went out to find whatever was wrong, was dead by now. Until, early one morning, they came out of their makeshift tents to see a man. The dark man, stained in blood with ropes tied around his waist and arms. Broken spear in his hands, he only had the sharp tip.
" Could it be ? ", the town elder, coming out of his small home, using a stick to keep himself up. Looking at the man who had finally made it to the middle of the area, cutting himself free from the large masses of fur behind him. The devilish creatures like over grown wolves, teeth coming from their mouths like saber toothed tigers. The things were nearly the size of bears, it looked like a family. One small, overly grown and one of natural size. They would be skinned, a great food source and warmth for later on in the window.
The man just looked at them, ignoring all of the cheering and congratulations. Grabbing onto the rope with the smallest beast, dragging it to his makeshift home. It was his, he left the bigger beasts to the village. Keeping the pointed tip of the spear to himself. It would be his knife, cutting the beast open, one of the only men who didn't take a human mate. The only one to have numerous runes and tattoos covering his body. Of course he would suspected once more to lead a group of men for future war purposes.
Not just one week later, the town elder had set up a group of men to go down to the Mangrove. There were questions that needed to be asked, most of the water was gone. Someone had re-summoned Dormin, and the Mangrove seemed like the only place to have all of their water. " Kota, we need you to lead them to the Mangrove. ". The man with dark hair and dark eyes just looked at the older man. Continuing to sharpen his knife, " We'll give you more weapons instead of one measly spear this time. ". The old man was practically begging, it must have been important. Kota stood, towering over the old and shrinking man, walking past him and out of his makeshift home.
The group was already there, as if they knew he was going to say yes. Kota looked at the elder and slid his knife into the strap on his leg. Grabbing one of the spears from a man and walking in the direction of the Mangrove. No need to say good bye, because there was no one to say it to.
Four days later, they were there. In the murky wet Mangrove that held numerous people. yet, when Kota looked around and searched, he couldn't find any. In the middle of crossing one of the bodies of water, he heard a low growling noise. Shushing the men, stopping them in the water, what was it making the bellowing noise ? It was loud...as if the thing were right next to them. Then it came up, probably standing on it's hind legs, a giant crocodile like beast. Tossing his spear, Kota managed to get one of the beast's eyes before being tossed into the water.
The men were in shock, their leader had left and they were stabbing at the water, searching for the beast that had taken Kota to his underwater grave. Then, the beast floated up to the surface, stomach cut open in a giant slit. The red made it's way out of the beast, and sadly, Kota was covered. Pulling his spear from the monster's eye and muttering a curse word under his breath. The men cheered and tugged the bloody other to the shore. Kota began to wash himself, looking around for the town. " Show your faces. " he yelled, first time speaking. Voice hard and low, shouting for someone to come out and show their face and lead him to the town.
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