Tribe Stories 2It was a rare event that a frost would fall upon the tribe, or that dew drops would coat and swathe the elephant grass that covered the savannah. The sun had not yet awoken, and a dampening chill ran bitter through the early morning air. The village lay in a slumber, not one man or woman out of their huts or tents.Tribe Stories 2
The moon had long since retreated to its cavern, however the sun had not yet left it’s own. So the savannah was left with only the stars to maintain it with a milky glow. At the heart of the village, the fire from the night before had long since died out, left unattended to fade away, the ashes and coals a small recall of wh
Tribe StoriesThe night was warm, a settling air docile enough to put even the greatest of hunters to rest. Giant animals bounded across the ground, mere silhouettes under the majesty of the nightlight, the guardian of dusk, the moon. Even the carnivorous predators of the land did not stir. The mighty trees that normally towered over man didn't sway, for there was no wind. The faraway waves lazily lapped at the hot sands, only moving because it was compulsory, for if they didn’t, the world would be thrown out of proportion.Tribe Stories
It seemed that the small native tribe was the only thing alive for a stretch of miles and miles, and even then the
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