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The man staggered out of the tree line into the low growing plant life that guarded the edge of this plentiful maze. Carrying the heavy carcus over his broad shoulder he laboriously stepped one at a time. His piercing gaze scanning the surrounding brush for hungry thieves. While he painstakingly struggled on the downward slope of a rough hill towards the looming mountain side that came to the sheer drop in front of Fentret. Hidden among the sharp rocks lay a bastion. with expert knowledge of the edges and turns Fentret navigates his way struggling to hold his heavy game. He reaches a shabby and rugged hut in which has aged and is in due repair. Fentret drops the stags bloodied body on a stone table obviously hand made over a long period of time as seen by the diverse weathering. Leaned upon the stone table a instrument made from bamboo and the tendons of past game with the base a rib cage from a past achievement and a hallowed out and shaped stump stuck together with charcoal glue. Not the most graceful instrument but the only one Fentret had know. He has always had it for as long as he remembers. Fentret has never seen any animal nor beast of his stature or physique. Only the apes and monkeys he has seen before have close features. He knows they are not his species and for the longest time he searched for the ones that resembled him. Fentret settled in this valley as he lost hope for the cruel and demanding search. Fentret rustled around inside his hut for a period of time and appeared with a much more.refined looking dagger. He began the messy task of harvesting the fresh game with a shallow slice down the belly. Continuing the process for many hours just to begin the next process of preparing the animal skin to be worn and or tanned for various activities. All the while letting the venison cook over coals with a salt found in the near by caves and pools. when the meat looked slightly chard around the edges, with a swift precision he sliced the sizzling meat into small chunks which he slid into a pot made of a tree bark filled with a broth from past meals and newly added water from the steam shallowly in the forest. As darkness consumed the surrounding area untouched by the fires warm licks of light Fentret eat his hard work, replenishing the much needed nutrients. He sat looking at the stars chewing on a sturdy plant found just out side the rock formation. He strummed the instrument which he called a bogmack and hummed a small tune he had thought up on his journey around the forest a couple weeks ago. as he hummed through the night he drifted into thought as he furthered his music he started to experiment with vocals. as he started to form words and sounds that benefited from the strange sounds strummed on the bogmack. As he started to sing a melodious tune threw trial an error the night joyfully passed on.

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