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The were was the sound of rustling in the cut through the dense silence of the forest. Leaves protested, and bushes rustled. Peering through the dense brush would reveal a small clearing in the forest. It was deep enough that it was an area that inuzuka that frequented this place didn’t come often. It was here in this clearing that a shelter was beginning to take place. Planted beside a tree was a very creative construct. Using the Tree as base, two walls of sticks that extended. They were on a platform that seemed equally crude but comprised of 4 thick stumps and a floor made of more sticks. Not everything was raw and uncut. It seemed that some small animal had chewed various sticks into desired shapes to make them fit better. The roof was made of strips of bark that were layered like shingles in at an angle from the tree. There was no door to the small hut, but there was a bear skin that flapped at the entrance.
Then there was Komora. She was dirty. Unwashed. Of course she wasn’t the kind to care. She chewed a straight line through a hide that she had somehow had managed to tan. With her impressive strength she ripped a thin strip of hide from the whole. She then got up and used it to to lash some of the sticks that were being used for walls more into place. Then suddenly something. Komora froze in place. She seemed like a rabbit as her senses worked over time to pick up the dissonance in the forest. Then it emerged. A black bear. It exploded from its place in the bushes as it charged at the small girl, but she didn’t run away.
She charged right back. Paw met hand as Komora caught the beast’s claws. The claws dug into her hands, which were already healing. The Bear lurched forward and then stopped. Komora’s feet dug into the Earth. She was as strong as a bull. She had stopped the charge of a bear in full. She pushed the bear until it fell over onto its side. Komora leapt on top of the creature and began to wrestle with. Despite its efforts to swat her off, the gashes that were left on the small girl by the bear’s claws were ignored by her. In an eerie calm she leaned in to the bear’s neck. A look of terror was caught in its eyes as in one swift motion the tiny girl ripped its throat out with her teeth.
Her clothes were slashed up by bear claws, they were barely rags. Her entire front was covered in bear blood and she had numerous gashes in her flesh - which were healing quick enough that they could be visibly seen. People always said that the Ancient Forest was Dangerous, but it seemed it had just gotten a little bit more so since a wild Komora was now living here.
The were was the sound of rustling in the cut through the dense silence of the forest. Leaves protested, and bushes rustled. Peering through the dense brush would reveal a small clearing in the forest. It was deep enough that it was an area that inuzuka that frequented this place didn’t come often. It was here in this clearing that a shelter was beginning to take place. Planted beside a tree was a very creative construct. Using the Tree as base, two walls of sticks that extended. They were on a platform that seemed equally crude but comprised of 4 thick stumps and a floor made of more sticks. Not everything was raw and uncut. It seemed that some small animal had chewed various sticks into desired shapes to make them fit better. The roof was made of strips of bark that were layered like shingles in at an angle from the tree. There was no door to the small hut, but there was a bear skin that flapped at the entrance.
Then there was Komora. She was dirty. Unwashed. Of course she wasn’t the kind to care. She chewed a straight line through a hide that she had somehow had managed to tan. With her impressive strength she ripped a thin strip of hide from the whole. She then got up and used it to to lash some of the sticks that were being used for walls more into place. Then suddenly something. Komora froze in place. She seemed like a rabbit as her senses worked over time to pick up the dissonance in the forest. Then it emerged. A black bear. It exploded from its place in the bushes as it charged at the small girl, but she didn’t run away.
She charged right back. Paw met hand as Komora caught the beast’s claws. The claws dug into her hands, which were already healing. The Bear lurched forward and then stopped. Komora’s feet dug into the Earth. She was as strong as a bull. She had stopped the charge of a bear in full. She pushed the bear until it fell over onto its side. Komora leapt on top of the creature and began to wrestle with. Despite its efforts to swat her off, the gashes that were left on the small girl by the bear’s claws were ignored by her. In an eerie calm she leaned in to the bear’s neck. A look of terror was caught in its eyes as in one swift motion the tiny girl ripped its throat out with her teeth.
Her clothes were slashed up by bear claws, they were barely rags. Her entire front was covered in bear blood and she had numerous gashes in her flesh - which were healing quick enough that they could be visibly seen. People always said that the Ancient Forest was Dangerous, but it seemed it had just gotten a little bit more so since a wild Komora was now living here.