Scribbles and Drabbles

Mini Drabbles C

Stone Age Prompt

- Failed story exercise where a guy finds a child, brings him home, only for the child's guardian to follow him and be irritated by all of this. 

Rok didn't make a habit of going into caves. More dangers lay in a cave than he was prepared to deal with. Wolves, bears and monsters lived in caves. The dark spaces held dangers to navigate and poisonous mushrooms. They were wet, slimy places that promised disease or sickness. to anyone stupid enough to try to reside in one.

This cave had the same features as any other. It's dark maw promised advances in pain and death. It was also the only shelter around as a storm raged overhead.

Grom and Lokar could look after each other for one storm. Lokar would keep Grom from going out. His skin didn't like rainwater; it caused burns. 

They'd mock him when they found out where he'd taken shelter. Most people lived in caves. He had trauma from living that lifestyle, and he wouldn't go back to it.

He waited not so patiently to leave. The storm raged, uncaring of his feelings, and gave him the very real prospect of sleeping overnight. The gloom set in earlier with the storm, light fed fast.

Rok refused to go further into the cave than he had to, mainly to avoid the spray of rainwater. It didn't burn him like it did his son, but being wet wouldn't help matters. He curled against a dry rock, avoiding the slimy walls of the cave and the damp ground, and continued to wait. He dozed. It wasn't safe to sleep, even if the location was too uncomfortable to try.

He'd stay in his hammock a whole day once he returned home. The boys would enjoy the excuse to laze around.

Then he heard the sound of a child crying. 

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Bastrad stole his child.

He'd kill him and rip him into pieces, far from the sight of his old. His little Gold got attached too easily, but he could not forgive a thief. It wasn't hard to hunt them down. He could follow his treasure anywhere.

It was a hut. Maybe the beginnings of a tower if he was being kind. It had two floors, with the ground floor comprising a kitchen and dining room that could also serve as a hall if the space were extended. The fire burned warmly in the centre, and a man slept on a cot in the back. Oak left him alone.

He moved upstairs, slipping through shadows and between cracks to find his treasure. The bastrad slept peacefully on a cot while his treasure and two other boys rested in a double bed, hair clean and little chests rising steadily

That did make him pause. Three little boys? His treasure was smaller, younger, but he matched the set. All three had blonde hair and round faces. His treasure had one hand curled into the sleeping top and his other hand spread across one's chest, as if to keep them in place.

It looked adorable.

He could steal all three as punishment? He ruffled his Gold's hair and enjoyed how his little face screwed up happy. He could leave him here to grow up safe? His world wasn't. He was too possessive to give him up of his own accord, but the thief set his brothers up well.

Humanising A Premier

The fight timer continued longer, everyone holding their breath or screaming as Nic continued to fight Soth. This was no spar or beatdown. At some point, it crossed into a proper test of skills. Blood pumped throughout the arena as people grew hungry.

There was something special about this kind of fight. Something primal that spoke to them.

All fights had to end. Soth was the station's premier. There was no doubt that he could fight. Nicholas gave a good show. It gave an exciting glimpse into the play-by-play of the elites. No one whispered that his number was a lie now. His manner with Soth, how he reacted to moves and hits, showed that.