As the two boys ventured far from the opening where they left Derg Creed was already dreading the work ahead. "There's no poppies here the chief was pulling our leg" He said with a huff as he grabbed different herbs, flowers, berries, and nuts before Nomad's head and upper body appeared through the tall grass. "Well if you would look more and complain less maybe we'd find some." Nomad said, holding out a hand full of the same poppy seeds that would later be used in pain control in case of injury he then tossed them in a small rabbit Hide pouch dangling from his side before disappearing back into the tall grass. Creed was listening to the activity around him and watching the many animals of the forest as the sun setting laid an orangish hazy glow to the land, birds and small rodents scurried about using the last of the daylight to their advantage shortly though, Nomad came back over and taped creeds shoulder. "I've collected all I need should we head back to camp?" Creed nodded with a childish smile before fallowing Nomad back to the camp ground. Row and Rebel had already started a fire and had 3 rabbits and 2 fish cooking once they where all settled Dreg began a blessing on the food and the good fortune of the day. "And thank our mighty ancestors and the spirits that surround us for this bountiful feast and great hunting." With a nod everyone dug into their own food laughing and stories filled the air with the warm comfy feeling of home and friends around.
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The Lost
FantasiaFallow a young man by the name of Creed as he tries to survive in a world where he thought no one would accept him
