The Lord Of The Forest | Nature Deku Au

The Love Of Crows | Chapter 14

"Speaking" 'Thinking'

Time had passed and he got used to visiting the cemetery. It was a beautiful place that he'd even found the animals enjoying. He'd even refer to it as sacred land at times, that's exactly what it was now, it held the body of one of their own, it was considered sacred to them.

The animals all seemed to enjoy the small carving he'd placed on top of Oda's grave. Everything involving one of their death's was finished with. The snake who'd taken the young one's life was destroyed and displayed, the animals would holler at night at the body in victory.

"The third week now... Father definitely isn't coming. It's sad but..., I think it's better that way. I don't want to have hope for that anymore, I just want to live here in peace." He spoke to himself. He'd recently had a harder time with Kanji, he'd always had a hard time with it before, but recently it's been far worse then what it should have been.

Instead he used symbols to represent what he wanted to write. When he wrote fish he'd draw a small fish, the same for certain flowers. Of course to differentiate between each flower he drew the actual flower. 

The animals have grown more comfortable, the small bears tend to stay by him more then any of the other animals. They needed a mother figure that would feed and take care of them, that's exactly what he did. Of course, he did the same for the other animals as well, he wasn't planning on letting them die on his watch, Oda was one thing, he didn't want to have another accident like that one.

The bow had been finished some time ago, though he's better with the spear, he's put in quite some work to learn how to use the bow properly. His string was sometimes a tad too strong for the bow, the branch would end up snapping because the string wouldn't pull back properly. After a lot of practice and learning how to properly make one, he'd finally even been able to kill a rabbit with it. They moved around quite a bit which made things harder for him, but he'd done it.

A few things had happened throughout his time here, he'd created the bow, knives from tusks and antlers, he'd created a dart after finding the snake had venom, and now, he was creating the whistle his mother taught him to. He wanted to create it as best he could before he ended up forgetting it.

A circular thing of wood, it had to be small, a couple holes were put in place and after a while it'd make a sound, some made different sounds, those that sounded the same were placed in piles. High pitched were placed in one spot, and as it got lower it was placed in another. His ears were very sensitive to sound, so he could easily tell them apart.

He'd have the high-pitched one's given out to the monkeys and animals that could use them, they'd mean an enemy was near. The low sounding whistles on the other hand, he's not sure what to use them for yet, he could create some music with them or something, something like a pan-flute?

He huffed as he thought of all he's done, he'd even cleaned up the cemetery, he'd done just about everything he could think about. Hunting aside, life here was getting easier and he wasn't sure how to feel about that. Even his home at the second pond was evolving into something else. He'd planted another trees, hammocks for the monkeys were created so they could sleep together in the branches.

He huffed as he sat near the first pond, he looked down at the little fish that have made it down here. He placed his hand in the pond, not to fish, but to simply enjoy the little ripples and waves that came from it. He was starting to feel relaxed, this wasn't a normal thing, that's for sure, it was strange that he could so easily get comfortable like this. Not only that, with how young he is, even he knows he's not supposed to have an easy time living out in the wild.

It could simply be because his father and his neighbor have taught him a lot about life out in the wild..., but honestly he thinks most of it is thanks to the animals and his quirk, whatever his quirk may be...

He laid down on the ground and had his legs placed into the water. He looked up at the sky, far too relaxed out here. The animals played and visited, they messed with the whistles he'd created, he'd easily taught them only to use the high pitched whistles when something classified as an enemy grows near.

It wasn't difficult, pretty much all he had to do was whistle at the sight of the dead snake. The spear still remained, only parts of the snake remained, birds had gotten to it a lot quicker then he'd thought they would.

He'd figured out a use for the low toned whistles as well. He'd discovered that the sound actually attracted crows. It was great to get rid of the excess innards that even the animals around him refused to eat, the crows ate it graciously and at times would even thank him by bringing him shiny rocks or other such trinkets. At one point he'd even received something from the city. A small hair ornament that unfortunately broke fairly quickly. It did give him an idea of how to pass his boredom though.

He'd been keeping the fish scales he's collected for quite some time, at times he'd ground the small one's down and experiment with their use, but one thing he'd discovered was that the large one's could be made into hair ornaments similar to the one that the crows had given him.

Of course he couldn't quite use them yet, well he could, but his hair isn't exactly long enough for them to look nice. He's thinking of growing his hair out. Maybe even longer then his mother's. He smiled at the thought of it, his mother's hair was something else, she was always so careful with her hair, always doing all she could to have it grow long. He couldn't help but be sad at the thought of it once again. (Again, in this part he's only experiencing parts of his true feelings. He's incredibly happy over his hair growing longer like his mothers, he wants a memory of her to stick with him and he's incredibly sad at the thought of his family in the city, knowing that they've no doubt already figured he's dead.)

As he figures out what to focus on next, time slowly begins to pass by, to the point where his relaxed days grow even more relaxed, his normal hunting grows easier and easier and at times he can even leave it to the animals. He grows in age, and even experiences his very first taste of winter outside of the city. It wasn't fun for him, but he dealt with it since he'd kept the pelts of each hunted animal. He'd grown even better at creating clothes and at times even made little outfits for the animals. 

More and more comfort ended up in his little settlement becoming an even bigger one as more animals found themselves under his wings. As time went on, even his quirk grew. Something he hadn't even dreampt of happened, something no one would believe.

It wasn't only plants, it was nature, it was elements, not quite fire, but the others, he's grasped it easily. The first time he'd discovered it was by accident when he'd stubbed his toe on an upturned rock, he glared at it and his veins grew hot, he looked at his body and it glowed a bright green and the small rock grew into a small boulder. His body grew even stranger, and that would lead us to when he turns eight years old.