"Why won't you two stop fighting!?"
"I hate you!"
"Leo."
"I just wanted a family!"
"It's all your fault!"
"Leooo."
"I can't take it anymore!"
"You're not my brother!"
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"It's time to wake up, Leo."
Earth, The Past
The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the forest, rays of light beaming past the trees, along with blinding our eyes. Two silhouette figures trekked through the forest, soil parting away beneath their boots, while holding hunting rifles in their hands. A gentle breeze flew by, chilling the air and caressing their faces. Occasionally a bird sang out above with the leaves shaking along the wind.
It was peaceful out here, like the whole world didn't exist except this. After a bit of hiking they come across a clearing of a grass field. Inching their way down onto the ground, letting their body's sink within the grass and holding their rifles out in front. Next they wait... leaving the silence to occupy the forest.
Nearly half an hour goes by, until the sound of leaves crumbling announce itself. Appearing from the forest proudly stood a lone deer, large antlers decorating its head as it edged forward to the clearing. Chilled air escapes from its nose, eyes scanning the field, before settling its head down to munch on the grass below.
*BANG*
The deer collapse onto the ground with a cry, the echoes of the shot ringing throughout the blue sky. One of the figures pat the other on the back, rubbing their shoulders. Pushing themselves off the grassy field to their full heights, they walk over towards the dying deer. Once they're close enough, their forms light up from the sun's glow, giving a clear view of them.
The older man had a tan skin and grey beard matching his black short cut hair, wrinkles dressing the man's face with emotionless hazel eyes peering at the deer. He wore a dark brown coat with a green fuzzy shirt, brown pants leading down to a pair of tough walnut boots. He kneels down onto the ground, slinging his rifle on his back and sinking his boots into the dirt as he examines the deer.
Next to him stood a younger man with paler skin, clean shave and dark messy brown hair tucked behind his ears. He watched with similar eyes to the older man, wearing nothing more than a buttoned up pale green jacket, white shirt beneath and dark blue jeans with dark brown boots of his own. His eyes glanced at the bullet wound on the deer, averting his gaze uncomfortably.
"Clean shot." The older man informs, nodding his head. "Nice work, son."
The young man reloads his rifle. "Can we go now?" He questions tiredly.
The older man stares at the sunrise, watching it slowly rise over the tree line. "Yeah... Yeah we can go now. Help me with this." He asks, grabbing one of the deer's antlers.
The young man straps his rifle onto his back, before grabbing the other antler. Both of them drag the deer in silence, the gentle breeze caressing their skin. Trails of cold air blow from their mouths as they continue to drag the deer through the forest. After a few minutes they eventually reach the end of the forest where a grey pickup truck waits.
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Adrift
AdventureStranded in an unfamiliar galaxy. A Human builds their reputation, while trying to find his way back home. All alone in the far reaches of the space, lost to even themselves. Perhaps... a certain Lombax can find him again and show him that he does...
