This takes place on the planet Surnova during the end of their dinosaur period. The human’s here evolved faster than did their counter parts on Earth
Hi my name is Red Hawk. That was the first bird my dad saw when I was born, hence the name. I am the chief spear maker for our tribe. I have been since dad was killed by the bite of a poisonous snake. I started learning the trade when I was four years old, which was 13 years ago. Chief spear maker title has been in our family for as long as I have known about it. Dad was, so was my granddad, and so was his dad.
There is a lot to know about spear making, picking the right stones to chip into a spear head. Getting the right shafts to make the spear. Each hunter in our tribe takes a different type of spear. Wolfgard our chief takes the heaviest, and Stumpy takes the lightest. I need to have plenty of inventory to take care of them all.
Then there is the ritual, where I capture a bird and give the chant and release the bird. If the bird fly’s straight, and then so will that spear. You had to make sure and pick the right bird, because each fly’s in a different pattern.
Usually when they go out to hunt, I stay back and help protect the women and elderly. The fire starter, and the shaman also stay back with me. If we are planning to stay in an area for a while, then the tents will spring up, if not we sleep under the stars. The tribe is ever moving in search of food.
Usually twice a year we head to the great meeting grounds to mingle with other tribes. We trade with each other. Also look to take a mate if the timing and age are right. It is handed down in the tribe laws by the shaman, which says we must not mate within the tribe. Nobody questions the tribal law.
At the last gathering at the meeting grounds, I meet up with an old spear maker. He gave me a throwing stick. He told me this stick has great magic in it. If I was worthy, the stick would reveal the magic to me. I played with the stick, but for the life of me, I could not get it to work. I could not get a spear to work with this magic stick.
The tribe camped in a great meadow. There were some giant bisons in there. The hunters started a fire drive to trap the bisons into the river. But one spot in the meadow was damp and did not burn like the rest of the meadow. The worst hunter Stumpy was there to try and block the bison’s escape. He failed as he stabbed at a big bull bison and his spear was just brushed off. The rest of the hunters tried to get there to help him, but they were to far away.
The hunters came back to the fire in the late afternoon, tired and hungry from chasing the giant bisons. As they settled around the fire for the night. Wolfgard leaped to his feet with club in hand, as a pack of wild dogs swept in to attack. The hunters went on the offence to protect the women.
This is one of my few chances to use a spear or club without violating tribal laws. One of the dogs got past the hunters and got to the women. I ran back and attacked the dog with a crushing blow to it head, killing it. Damage was done, as one of the women was injured. It was Sparrow, Wolfgard’s daughter. The dog had mangled her thigh, and it was bleeding. The shaman and women were working on her leg to stop the bleeding.
We had food which should last for a couple of days. Dogmeat was ok to eat, but did not give us the fuel and strength that bison does. The tribe rested for a few days, which gave me a chance to resupply my shafts and stone tips.
I have been practice with the magic stick for the last few days, and I am beginning to get the hang of how it works. I could throw a spear farther than Wolfgard could. The problem was controlling the throw.
As usual the need for food caused the tribe to break camp and wander in search of food. The strong survive, and the weak and injured perish. As Wolfgard led the hunters, the women brought up the rear, and I was halfway between both groups. The women tried to help Sparrow keep up with the hunters, but they were falling behind.
The hunters stopped on top of a hill that overlooked the valley. In the meadow below was a woolly rhinoceros, a very dangerous animal with two deadly horns on its snout. The hunters approach the beast in a semi circle, pinning the rhino between them and the river. The grass was to low to use as a fire drive.
As they got close, I got out my magic stick and heaved a spear at the rhino. The spear came off my stick wrong and just sort of wobbled toward the rhino. The enraged beast charged the nearest hunter which was Stumpy, goring him on his snout horns.
Wolfgard whirled and shouted at me, “You have broken the tribal laws for the last time spear maker, now you are not part of us. I banish you from our tribe.”
The hunters grabbed all the extra spears and left me standing there. The women looked back at both me and Sparrow, as they followed the hunters. They knew that two lone humans did not stand much of a chance without the tribe’s protection.
I stood there stunned at what just happen. We needed a fire to survive. I knew if we could get back to the old camp site, there might be some red hot embers left to make a fire with. I have watched Lear the fire maker many times make a fire and knew he use dead wood. I head back there as fast as I could go, but stopped suddenly, as I notice Sparrow was not following me.
I looked back and she was just standing there. I walked back to her, and helped her walk back to the old camp site. We got there and I blew away the ashes, and got down to some hot embers. I went into the woods and got a couple of large branches and threw them on the fire and watched, but nothing happened.
“Break some of the twigs off the branch and put them on the embers.” Sparrow said to me.
I followed her advice and soon I had a roaring fire going. I had a problem, it was burning up the wood fast than I could get it. Soon I was throwing anything I could find, both dead and green wood. I notice that green burned slower than dead. I went back into the woods and got a large supply of both types of wood.
My next problem was getting us some food. I took out my magic stick and the two spears that I had with me and went hunting. I got lucky and the stick worked well and I brought down a nice buck. On the way back I was by an over turned tree and I could hear some barking. The roots had made some type of den and there were two pups in there. I grabbed them and took them back to the camp with me. I figured to tie them up, and when the time came, and we were short of food we would have these two pups to kill for food.
We have been here for more than two weeks, and her leg has healed up so she no longer limps. The two dogs have both grown, must weigh more than 20 pounds by now. I have modified my spears into large darts for my magic stick. I spent a lot of time working on this, and our food supply was low. She brought me berry cakes for dinner.
“Where is the meat?” I asked her.
“You have not been hunting, and we are all out.” She told me.
I reached for one of the dogs to kill for dinner. She darted in and snatched it out of my hands and dashed off toward the rocks. That pissed me off and I chased her in anger. She stumbled and I caught up to her and the dogs. She whirled around and her eyes got wide with fear. I turned and looked also.
There between us and the fire was a Sabre Tooth Tiger.
This should never happen to let a major predator between you and the fire. The cat knew it had us trapped. I slowly worked Sparrow back toward the rocks, as the cat walked toward us. Suddenly the two dogs attacked the cat. While the cat was busy with the two dogs, we raced around them and back to the fire with the cat in hot pursuit. The cat had killed one dog and the other was nipping at his back legs.
I got to the fire and grabbed my club and darts. As the cat came into range, I fired off a dart hitting it in the back. The cat reared up on his hind legs, and I fired the next dart right into its throat. There was still a lot of fight in the cat, but the third dart into its side put the cat down.
I skinned both the cat and the puppy, and gave them meat and skins to Sparrow, and went into the woods to get some more wood for the fire. When I got back, she had some of the cat meat cooking over the fire for our dinner. I gave the surviving male dog a nice choice piece of the cat meat.
We had a couple of deer skins to lie on for sleeping. She laid next to me and the dog was down by our feet. Sparrow was a year younger than me. She had brown hair and eyes, with a lithe body, and budding breast.
She rolled next to me and gave me a kiss, as she glanced at me with those soft brown eyes.
“Red Hawk make love to me, I don’t want to die, without knowing what it is like to have a man between my legs?” She asked me with a kiss.
I have never been with a woman, and had no idea on just what to do. We both have watched our elders have sex. Most of the time the woman just bends over and the guy puts it to her from the back side. Ever so often a couple will have full sex, where the man will suck on the woman’s boob, and finger her pussy. But that is usually done in privacy of a tent.
We both took our clothes off and laid there next to each other. I leaned over and gave her a kiss, and squeezed her small breast. I pinched her nipple, which caused her to flinch. I rubbed and played with both of her boobs. Her little nipples stuck up straight and hard.
“Suck on them.” She urged me.
I went down and sucked on both of her boobs and nipples. I could hear her start to a pant, as her hands pushed my head down on her boobs harder. I sucked on her nipples, and then I chomped down on one a little to hard and she yelped in surprised pain.
I rolled on top of her and she guided my stiff cock into her wet pussy. I rammed my cock into her, and she gave a sharp scream.
“Are you ok?” I asked her with some concern as I did not know what happen.
“Ya, but just hold on for a little bit till I get used to you being inside of me.” She said with tears running down her cheeks.
She started to move and I started to thrust my cock back and forth inside of her. Soon we had a rhythm going, and she started to moan. I could feel funny things start to happen to my cock. I gave a groan as I shot my load of cum deep into her pussy.
Being a 17-year old, my cock seems to stay hard, and I kept ramming into her, and I could feel her getting sloppy from both my cum and her cum mixing together. Her pussy was tight and her muscles were gripping my cock with each thrust. Soon I felt that same feeling and I shot another load of my cum deep inside of her.
We rested for a while and then I mounted her from behind and rammed my cock deep inside of her from the backside. I fucked her long, deep, and hard. I could hear her moan and groan with her breathing coming in gasps. I again could feel that feeling in my cock, as I dumped my third load of the night deep into her pussy.
Finally I pulled out exhausted, and laid down on my deer skin to sleep, with her curled up next to me. In the morning I got up and tossed some more wood on the fire, Sparrow was still sleeping. I went into the woods to get some more wood, and brought it back to camp.
As I put the wood on my supply pile, she grunted at me a couple of times. I looked over at her and she had her lovely naked ass point at me and she was shaking it. I dropped my clothes and walked over to her and kneeled down and put my cock into her pussy. She was dripping wet, and I slide right in. I pounded away at her, and she was gasping and grunting with each thrust. It was not long and that feeling came over me, and I shot rope after rope of my cum inside of her. We both collapsed panting from the exertion.
It was time to move, as game was getting scarce. I had nine darts now in the holder she made for me from the dead puppy’s hide. I knew what stones to use to start fires with, and gather some of them. We loaded up what we could take and left. I had no idea where to go, so we started to trek of toward the north.
After a few months of wandering, I approached a small group of men in their camp. I had left Sparrow and the dog back in the woods, while I checked this out. They were slavers, which attacked tribes to steal their women to sell to other tribes.
The slavers chased me into the woods where I had Sparrow and the dog waiting. As I entered the woods, I turned to make my stand. I took the first couple of slavers down fast with my darts. Now there were just two of them. They backed off till they could figure out what just hit them. I sent Sparrow out into the open to incite them. Which worked perfectly, when they saw her, they immediately charged forward and we dispatched of the remaining two.
I searched their body’s and took a hatch and bone knife off the leader, and hatches off the other three. Their spears and clubs were junk next to mine, and I grabbed my darts out of their bodies. We headed back to their camp. There we found two naked girls tied up. They told us how a large group of slavers raided their camp and stole them away from the tribe, while the hunters were away hunting for food. The group split up, with those four escorting the girls back to their main camp.
The oldest was called Robin, and her friend was called Fawn. Robin was just a year or two older than I and Fawn was around Sparrow’s age. Both had dark hair and brown eyes. Their bodies were similar to Sparrow’s.
I now had a problem on what to do with the two girls. I could not just leave them, and they did not know how to get back to their tribe. I could see no other choice but to ask them to join us, but that met two more mouths to feed.
After hearing their story, I decided to head back to our first campsite. I knew when the slavers found this camp site, the dead men, and the girls gone. They would be seek revenge. It would be best if we were long gone by then.
