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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 5:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 8:23 pm
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The wild call of a saber tooth tiger brought Urk out of his thoughts. The caveman awoke to realize his own thoughts were so unusally complicated. As he felt the point stick in his fingers, he knew he would have to keep his hold over it if he was to survive alone without his tribe, especially in the frozen wasteland. With a grunt, he stood up. His stocky body struggled through the snow. He started to pick up speed, knowing that the tiger would likely catch up to him. Adrenaline started to pump through his body and primal fear drove him on. Unfortunately, his body was not built for speed, but was powerful. He cursed when he came to a dead end. When the Neanderthal turned, he saw the tiger. While he felt the impulse to scream and growl, his mind told him to do something..else.
Lowering his body, he prepared for the massive cat to pounce. Its large yellow eyes stared the man down before leaping into the air. Urk stood fast, rolled over, got on to his left knee, and then swung the double-headed axe down on to the neck of the best, severing the head. Urk's chest heaved from the taxing work. No doubt his strength helped in using the strange point stick, but as noted earlier, the run had taken a lot out of him. As he tried to catch his breath, he watched the blood begin to pour out on the snow. He stood up and danced around the tiger, pounding his chest with his free hand in joyous affair. Some habits were just too hard to break.
After his excitement died down, he struggled to pull the still-warm body of the large cat across the snow. It was too heavy for him to pull alone. He could barely left it. Thus, Urk once more stopped and resorted to using his brain power, which he found to be much more useful. His powers of speech may have still been primitive but logic and trial-and-error was now much more effective. He tried to think of how he could move the body quickly in order to eat it while it was fresh. Well, since it was too heavy he had to find some manner to drag it, but what?
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Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2009 7:21 pm
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The Kalahari Desert was something of a hot place, but then, Demien was used to it. He'd been here for the past 3 months, mostly to learn the ins and outs of so strange a place. The steppes of Asia, the snows of Russia, the arid cold of the Himilayan Plateau-these things he knew well. But the desert, where a single good rainstorm changed the land from sand to desert garden. He sat easily next to the massive Meercat "gang" as such groups were called, whose friendship he had earned in a few days when he had first arrived. His normally green-cloak and hood was colored sandy-red, something that made him impossible to see at a distance. Their simple, yet epic challenges. They fascinated him, and Demien was determined to learn from their ways. And catch the Nigerian poachers here. Green Monkeys, an evil to farmers, were one thing. Elephants were another. He smelled the air, using the Meercats as a...advance warning system. They were coming. In time...
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 12:05 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 6:01 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 6:59 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 7:04 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 7:10 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 7:14 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 2:47 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 5:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 2:21 pm
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