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His mother says every day that he is such a big boy now. That he is growing big right before her eyes. So as he watches his father and the others head towards the tunnel that will take them out of one of the many exits of their cenote to hunt he moves as if to go. His mother places a restraining hand upon his shoulder, "You are too young Skryvn."

Skryvn frowns, his mother always says he's a big boy, he should be allowed to go! His mother offers a treat instead and Skryvn nods his head eagerly, a plan forming as she walks away to prepare him a snack.

Once his mother leaves his sight he scampers out of the cavern and into the exit tunnel he'd seen the others go down, his young zipmuck Flib at his heals. Near the tunnels exit, he sees some of the previous hunts trophy's drying out on a rack, flib sniffs them curiously. Skryvn spots some linen and upon picking it up wraps his waist the way he'd seen the older hunters do it when they wanted to wear one of their trophy's on their waist. He reaches for a dried up bird skull and hesitates, he can see a bit of crust inside that hasn't been scraped yet, but he is a big boy, and he will wear a skull too! With a shaky hand he threads a piece of linen through the back of the skull and ties it to his wrap. Now very pleased with himself he moves on.

As he approaches the exit he sees an eerie white glow, very unlike the light which lights up the caverns in his home. He gets close to the shafts of light -moonlight, he later learns- and slowly stretches his hand into the light. He smiles as flib does the same. More relaxed now he steps closer to the exit, the soil beneath his feet is sticky and the walls have gotten narrow and woody, and he has to climb a bit and he knows he is very close because it is getting brighter and brighter and there is a very strange smell in the air that he cant quite figure out.

This particular exit, is situated on the edge of the mangrove forest, where the trees and brambles are thinnest. There is an excellent view of the ocean and sky, and especially on this particular night, of the full moon. Which is the first thing he sees upon exiting the tree entrance. Full and round and close to the earth, a bright orb brighter than anything hes ever seen, and it illuminates a vast stretch of... everything! Ocean, sky, swamp, it is more than he has ever seen! And yes, within his cenote there are vast caverns, chasms, and chambers of glowing algae or moss, brilliant gemstones, but in the face of all this that is new, Skryvn is astounded, and in shock by what he sees!

He stands there frozen until the hunters who had stopped just ahead to discuss plans turn and realize he is there. His father wades towards him and lifts him from the mound where he stands, flib leaps to perch on the older okcovjeks tail, "It is beautiful, is it not Skryvn?" Skryvn nods, and listens as his father talks about the moon. The other hunters pat his head as they depart, smiling to themselves as they see the trophy young Skryvn has appropriated for himself. The hunter to whom the trophy belongs nods his approval and states it suites him well before moving on with the others. Skryvns father sits him down along the edge of the waters, and talks to him of all the animals sounds they hear, and of the animals who happen to pass by them, and Skryvn is soon lulled to sleep listening to the rumbles of his fathers mind speech and the melody of the swamp.

Written/drawn for the first night prompt at:

Closed species okcovjek owned by Trickstyr

Description
His mother says every day that he is such a big boy now. That he is growing big right before her eyes. So as he watches his father and the others head towards the tunnel that will take them out of one of the many exits of their cenote to hunt he moves as if to go. His mother places a restraining hand upon his shoulder, "You are too young Skryvn."

Skryvn frowns, his mother always says he's a big boy, he should be allowed to go! His mother offers a treat instead and Skryvn nods his head eagerly, a plan forming as she walks away to prepare him a snack.

Once his mother leaves his sight he scampers out of the cavern and into the exit tunnel he'd seen the others go down, his young zipmuck Flib at his heals. Near the tunnels exit, he sees some of the previous hunts trophy's drying out on a rack, flib sniffs them curiously. Skryvn spots some linen and upon picking it up wraps his waist the way he'd seen the older hunters do it when they wanted to wear one of their trophy's on their waist. He reaches for a dried up bird skull and hesitates, he can see a bit of crust inside that hasn't been scraped yet, but he is a big boy, and he will wear a skull too! With a shaky hand he threads a piece of linen through the back of the skull and ties it to his wrap. Now very pleased with himself he moves on.

As he approaches the exit he sees an eerie white glow, very unlike the light which lights up the caverns in his home. He gets close to the shafts of light -moonlight, he later learns- and slowly stretches his hand into the light. He smiles as flib does the same. More relaxed now he steps closer to the exit, the soil beneath his feet is sticky and the walls have gotten narrow and woody, and he has to climb a bit and he knows he is very close because it is getting brighter and brighter and there is a very strange smell in the air that he cant quite figure out.

This particular exit, is situated on the edge of the mangrove forest, where the trees and brambles are thinnest. There is an excellent view of the ocean and sky, and especially on this particular night, of the full moon. Which is the first thing he sees upon exiting the tree entrance. Full and round and close to the earth, a bright orb brighter than anything hes ever seen, and it illuminates a vast stretch of... everything! Ocean, sky, swamp, it is more than he has ever seen! And yes, within his cenote there are vast caverns, chasms, and chambers of glowing algae or moss, brilliant gemstones, but in the face of all this that is new, Skryvn is astounded, and in shock by what he sees!

He stands there frozen until the hunters who had stopped just ahead to discuss plans turn and realize he is there. His father wades towards him and lifts him from the mound where he stands, flib leaps to perch on the older okcovjeks tail, "It is beautiful, is it not Skryvn?" Skryvn nods, and listens as his father talks about the moon. The other hunters pat his head as they depart, smiling to themselves as they see the trophy young Skryvn has appropriated for himself. The hunter to whom the trophy belongs nods his approval and states it suites him well before moving on with the others. Skryvns father sits him down along the edge of the waters, and talks to him of all the animals sounds they hear, and of the animals who happen to pass by them, and Skryvn is soon lulled to sleep listening to the rumbles of his fathers mind speech and the melody of the swamp.

Written/drawn for the first night prompt at:

Closed species okcovjek owned by Trickstyr