The Lord Of The Forest | Nature Deku Au

Almost Eight Years Old | Chapter 15

"Speaking" 'Thinking'

The large home they'd created as time passed sat quiet as him and the animals sat by the fire. He believed it was around the time of his birthday, he'd kept track of it since he didn't want to lose his own age. Though he didn't quite remember what the months were called anymore, he knew what they meant and when they were. Keeping track of them kind of allowed that.

He looked a lot different from when he was younger, he was far more tan than before. His eyes were sharp and trained, ready for an attack at any moment. Animals in the forest grew closer and closer at times, he'd even encountered a pack of wolves while hunting, the whistle warning wasn't a nice one.

His hair had grown passed the length of his mothers. He can't quite remember her voice anymore, but he can remember her from the carvings he'd drawn often of her in the cave and on the walls of the mountain. He forgot quite a bit over the years, he'd only realized it once he'd settled down again. 

His body was trained and toned, he wasn't super big since he needed his speed to be fast, but he was growing fairly tall. His body weight still wasn't much, most of what it was is made up of muscle and a tad of fat that came with a young age. That was pretty much all gone though since he was always running around and busy during the day. His body was even sturdy since he'd trained with the waterfall for how long. 

Its been about four years now since he's been in this forest. He'd gotten here on his fourth birthday, it was also the day he'd gotten his quirk. He believes he knows why he's in the forest now. The animals and the forest dubbed him their lord, or at least that's what the animals have told him. 

Oh yeah, that's another part, he's forgotten how to speak Japanese, even the old characters on Oda's tomb were long since forgotten, he knows his name, and he was going to redo his stone but the monkeys told him not to. The animals and himself created a method to actually speak with one another, it wasn't a human speech, it was instead certain sounds and such that each and every animal were capable of speaking.

It wasn't an easy process, but over the years it grew necessary for them to speak with one another. When the monkeys discovered what their first's name was they all grew silent in confusion, not even knowing the meaning of the name. To be fair, at this point not even he knew, in a way it was lost in time. They did however, know the name of the cemetery, the Purple Willow, a sacred land of their tribe. 

A statue was even resurrected for the first Monkey that had passed. Some times more would be created if they'd contributed greatly in their lives, or simply meant a lot to the tribe. The animals made sure to have him create a small shrine for himself, he wasn't a fan of the idea, in fact statues and all that weren't really his thing, especially when his face has changed so much from the time he'd first gotten here. His shrine was something else, large but not too large of statues of each of his changes sat in the shrine. The first one of when he was four, it was of his first awakening on that flat rock. Round wonderous eyes that sought out the world, short green curls that have slightly disappeared as his hair grew longer, his body was nowhere near as toned as it was now, though he's sure it'll grow even more as he ages.

At this point there were three statues. His second was at the age of six. The first encounter he'd had with an adult bear, it was also the time where he'd thrown away his weapons and succumbed to the tribal way of things, using his body. His teeth to be precise. He still used his weapons, but that moment was dire, he was bleeding out from a harsh wound on his chest, the monkeys some how kept him alive, but he nearly died.

Now there were three gigantic claw marks on his chest. Mostly covered by the clothes he's created over time. He'd gained them from a grown bear. It had gone for the cubs he was raising, thinking they were it's own. 

He found it strange, they did smell similar, but the bear was far too young to be the cubs' mother. The third was another thing, it held his long hair, his sharp and calculative eyes, his toned figure, a set robes created from bear's hide, the main reason this one was resurrected was because of it's meaning. 

This was when they'd made a pact with a large wolf pack. They were allowed within the tribe, their pack became one with them. His statue had a large wolf at his side, his head lowered in respect. It's eyes were closed and it showed signs of submission. Something normally never seen within the Alpha wolf. It's name, Inuit, carved into the stone it was standing on. 

He huffed as he turned and looked around at the shrine he'd created. Four years had passed since he'd come here. He couldn't help but feel proud of himself for how developed this place had become. Of course, though he can't really remember much, he knows that they're no where near as developed as the places outside of this large forest.

He walked towards the entrance of the shrine, he'd be eight years old soon. It's a surprise that he's even still alive. He's gone through countless tragedies and wounds, they've lost quite the amount of friends over the years as well. Each of them gaining a name on their stone.

The Purple Willow Cemetery grew over time, more purple willows were planted and soon a small pond began to grow in the middle of it. They'd dubbed it the Purple pond since the leaves of the purple willows fell into the water and at times dyed it a bright purple. 

As he sat and listened to the white noise of the pond underneath the bridge, he looked up at the sky. It was dark out, all that could be heard was insects, birds, water, and the chatter of his fellow friends. 

The noises they made were strange, it was their language, but he never could quite get used to the strange communication method. He smiled as he thought of it. It was only year one of his stay here. Aga had gotten tired of not being able to communicate with him. 

He remembers when he'd brought it up. A signing method they'd taught each other, he brought his hands up to his mouth and motioned for speech. He smiled at the memory. Aga had long since passed away, having died in the attack of the wolves in year two.

His statue was tall and proud as the one that helped in developing their tribes language. Small purple flowered bushes surrounded it and died the ground a bright purple. It was the color of their cemetery and pretty much their entire tribe. He didn't quite remember what lead up to it becoming that way, but it was pretty and not one of the others have complained about it, though some of them couldn't even see the color...

He smiled as he met up with the three little bear cubs and a now fairly large red fox that cuddled up in their fur. He smiled as he sat down with them near a fire. It was always fairly warm out here, but the fire chased the bugs away, so it was always nice to at least have that.