Dasu. {Old. Lame. But read, 'kay?}
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Dasu. {Old. Lame. But read, 'kay?}
LOL, this is really old, but I'm thinking about diggin' it up and doin' some more work on it.
This is just a little of it.
Lame, huh?
It was still quiet in the bush, though the sun had risen from the horizon sometime ago. Dasu sat in the long golden grass, his legs folded and his eyes closed to the yellowing world around him. He breathed deeply, the rise and fall of his bare chest the only movement he made. His tightly curled black hair was cropped short, showing the dark brown skin of his neck and ears. His eyes, when open, were a chocolaty brown and framed by a thick curtain of raven lashes. He appeared to be about thirteen years of age, though quite tall for his years. A machete lay glinting in the grass next to him, within easy reach if something were to happen.
A cricket began to Chirrup; and was soon joined by a humming chorus of its peers. Dasu ignored it, though one eyelid flickered lightly.
In the undergrowth, a twig cracked. In an instant Dasu was on his feet, machete in hand. A branch rustled, and from beneath the lifeless foliage, another boy appeared. “Hey Dasu, your ma said you’d be here. Still into that sitting still for a long time crap?” He grinned, showing the gap in his teeth.
“It’s not crap. It’s called... what was it? Meditation! Yeah, that’s it. It’s called meditation, dumbass.” Dasu replied, dropping the machete point first into the ground. It pierced the dusty crust, and stood straight, jittering slightly. “Whatever. Your ma would tattoo your ass with her foot if she found out you were slacking again.”
“Well she’s not gonna find out.”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“Don’t even think about it.” Dasu threatened, narrowing his eyes.
“Is that a threat?” The other boy sniggered.
“You bet it is, Paul.” Growled Dasu, cracking his knuckles. Paul grinned, enjoying Dasu’s reaction. “Well, it’s been nice chatting to you. I think I’ll go back and tell your ma I found you.” Paul cackled, then ducked the clod of dirt that had been thrown at him. He laughed again. “Ha! You Miss-!” His triumphant statement was cut off by Dasu ramming into him, tackling him to the ground. A bout of wrestling followed, their shouts and laughter causing the birds nesting in the surrounding trees to take flight, squawking indignantly.
***
With Paul headed back to the village sporting several bruises and a Chinese burn, Dasu got to work cutting branches for firewood. Several times he had to stop, to shoo away birds and small animals. Half way through cutting, he came across a snake. He killed it quickly, before it could bite him. Once he had gathered an arm load of scrawny branches, he started the long walk back to the village. He stepped quietly through the brush, his eyes alert. The noises of the bush had gotten progressively louder as the morning wore on and the sun climbed in the sky. As he tramped along, Dasu sung softly to himself. It was the song his mother had sung to him when he was a small child, and was ingrained in his whole being. He ducked under a low hanging branch at the edge of the savanna, and the armload of sticks wobbled dangerously. He managed to steady it with his chin, before starting out again across the plain.
This is just a little of it.
Lame, huh?
It was still quiet in the bush, though the sun had risen from the horizon sometime ago. Dasu sat in the long golden grass, his legs folded and his eyes closed to the yellowing world around him. He breathed deeply, the rise and fall of his bare chest the only movement he made. His tightly curled black hair was cropped short, showing the dark brown skin of his neck and ears. His eyes, when open, were a chocolaty brown and framed by a thick curtain of raven lashes. He appeared to be about thirteen years of age, though quite tall for his years. A machete lay glinting in the grass next to him, within easy reach if something were to happen.
A cricket began to Chirrup; and was soon joined by a humming chorus of its peers. Dasu ignored it, though one eyelid flickered lightly.
In the undergrowth, a twig cracked. In an instant Dasu was on his feet, machete in hand. A branch rustled, and from beneath the lifeless foliage, another boy appeared. “Hey Dasu, your ma said you’d be here. Still into that sitting still for a long time crap?” He grinned, showing the gap in his teeth.
“It’s not crap. It’s called... what was it? Meditation! Yeah, that’s it. It’s called meditation, dumbass.” Dasu replied, dropping the machete point first into the ground. It pierced the dusty crust, and stood straight, jittering slightly. “Whatever. Your ma would tattoo your ass with her foot if she found out you were slacking again.”
“Well she’s not gonna find out.”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“Don’t even think about it.” Dasu threatened, narrowing his eyes.
“Is that a threat?” The other boy sniggered.
“You bet it is, Paul.” Growled Dasu, cracking his knuckles. Paul grinned, enjoying Dasu’s reaction. “Well, it’s been nice chatting to you. I think I’ll go back and tell your ma I found you.” Paul cackled, then ducked the clod of dirt that had been thrown at him. He laughed again. “Ha! You Miss-!” His triumphant statement was cut off by Dasu ramming into him, tackling him to the ground. A bout of wrestling followed, their shouts and laughter causing the birds nesting in the surrounding trees to take flight, squawking indignantly.
***
With Paul headed back to the village sporting several bruises and a Chinese burn, Dasu got to work cutting branches for firewood. Several times he had to stop, to shoo away birds and small animals. Half way through cutting, he came across a snake. He killed it quickly, before it could bite him. Once he had gathered an arm load of scrawny branches, he started the long walk back to the village. He stepped quietly through the brush, his eyes alert. The noises of the bush had gotten progressively louder as the morning wore on and the sun climbed in the sky. As he tramped along, Dasu sung softly to himself. It was the song his mother had sung to him when he was a small child, and was ingrained in his whole being. He ducked under a low hanging branch at the edge of the savanna, and the armload of sticks wobbled dangerously. He managed to steady it with his chin, before starting out again across the plain.
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Re: Dasu. {Old. Lame. But read, 'kay?}
I'm kind of upset that this doesn't have any comments. >.>
It's an awesome story, Ruby. :3
POST MOAR! >O
It's an awesome story, Ruby. :3
POST MOAR! >O
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Re: Dasu. {Old. Lame. But read, 'kay?}
Really?
Aw, thanks. :3
Aw, thanks. :3
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Of course, really. :3
People are getting really lame, lately, and I don't know why.
People! STOP IGNORING THIS STORY OR I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN! >O
People are getting really lame, lately, and I don't know why.
People! STOP IGNORING THIS STORY OR I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN! >O
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Aww LOL.
You're cool, mannn.
You're cool, mannn.
RastaaaRuby- you got this down pat, bro.
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Looks like I've got to hunt down a lot of people.
Oh my god, that reminds me of this book I was reading.
This demon thing tried going inside this lady, but he was too big or something, so he was like 'I WILL HUNT YOU! I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE! I WILL GET YOU!!!! TAK AH LAH, TAK EM MEN ISH CA!" And then her head exploded. O.ooo
Oh my god, that reminds me of this book I was reading.
This demon thing tried going inside this lady, but he was too big or something, so he was like 'I WILL HUNT YOU! I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE! I WILL GET YOU!!!! TAK AH LAH, TAK EM MEN ISH CA!" And then her head exploded. O.ooo
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I like this, it's really good. <3
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Re: Dasu. {Old. Lame. But read, 'kay?}
Whoot!
Thanks. (:
Thanks. (:
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Your welcome :]
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I really like it Ruby. :]
I was gonna read it before but....I was too lazy XD.
I was gonna read it before but....I was too lazy XD.
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She does need to post more...BUT COME ON SHE ISN'T EVEN ON TAYLOR >.>
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Thank you for reading.
And I haven't posted anything 'cuz my laptops broken. >.>
And I haven't posted anything 'cuz my laptops broken. >.>
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I'mma try gurl. :P
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