I uhhh…I uh…I was falling to say the least. Rocks are the last thing you want to see on the water. Especially the sea of all places. At least I wasn't alone in falling. However, I fell faster than my two friends near me. I sped toward the ground. I can almost guarantee the fall definitely wasn't fatal. Curse me, it surely seemed it. Injuries on an unknown island wasn't outside the realm of common sense. I believe the worst I could get was a scrape, or graze my skin at the very worst. The other two. I only hope they found a way to land properly. I curled myself into a ball of fear. I heard a crash. I felt I landed on something I probably shouldn't have.
Not these guys again. They're similar to the ones that tried to pillage us. We fought on our raft to attempt protecting our food and water supply. Now we're on the beach. The friend to the right of me, woozy from the manoeuvre they partially succeeded in. The left landed head first into a wooden crate that we managed to keep for ourselves. It was intact until someone fell into it. I've landed into another possible conflict. Not the greatest outcome in hindsight. At least we landed safely. I'll give these creatures the benefit of the doubt. I can only hope they understand that this is an unfortunate accident.
I quickly walked off the creatures. Attempted to, I clearly lost my mobility after the lengthy trip. The trio seemed rather annoyed. I can't blame them. They were odd to say the least. They were made up of a red, blue and purple figure. The same height, the same round body shape with stubby legs and the same characteristic underbite as well. Their were up to my waist. The red one had one curved orange horn on its head, it had a yellow belly and a pointy yellow mane down its back with one visible tooth. The blue one had an brow that caused it to seem perpetually angry; the symmetrical visible teeth didn't help either. One dark blue spot on its head and three smaller spots on the right leg. The purple one had a light purple belly and head, while the rest of its body was a darker purple as if it had been tanned? It had three lime green strands of hair that pointed skyward.
I raised my hands defensively. I attempted to show my weakness as a sign of forgiveness and kindness. Alas they saw it as a vulnerability to attack me. I went to shield myself. The once dizzy friend pounced to my aid. He brandished his claws, which then swiftly scraped the trio. It seemed to have startled a retaliation attempt. Which was a strong charge. He spun blocked the attack with his tail, in the same action he kicked the three of them with his clawed feet into the air. I took this time to launch myself off the ground with my oversized arms and launch into the purple one head first. The air that rushed was cool. It felt natural to remove the weight from my legs. The impact didn't stop my movement. The momentum carried the being with me into the ground. It seemed our other friend joint the fray and smacked the blue one into the sand with her broad tail. The last blow was delivered by a stomp caused by our clear combat expert.
I pointed toward the crate of food. We may have been taller than the crate. That wouldn't stop it from being obnoxious to carry.
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The fight was fun and tiring. I guess we now have the time to view the scenery. The sand was clearly local. It was a beautiful pale beige. As sandy and lovely as it was. The sand got stuck between my claws. It's going to be really distracting if we have to get into another scuffle. The crabs that lived here looked rather ordinary and were well camouflaged, if they were walking on the sand. The coastal rocks were plain and maroon with no distinguishing features other than the seaweed that managed to crawl its way up. The food is certainly important and all. On the other hand we've still lost our water. Speaking of which I saw a palm tree. Maybe we have something here. I clicked my fingers to gather the attention of the other two. So far being a team is the best idea on the unknown island.
The other two looked my way rather quickly. I pointed toward the towering palm tree. They seemed intrigued about the palm tree. I pointed my hand up to my hand to the leaves. The one with the extended jaw. One of them impatiently ran at the signal. I quickly held up my hand to warn my scaled companion to wait. I placed my hands knuckle down, onto the sand and thrust my head forward to imitate his earlier attack. He seemed to get the idea as he repeatedly head butted the tree with the occasional dual handed clobber. The coconuts fell, as I could tell they were heavy to say the least. I curved my claw toward myself to indicate that it was time to climb the tree. I walked briskly walked toward the trees.
I extended my arms reach and grasped my claws onto the surface of the bark. My claws hooked into the tree. I experimentally lifted my body up the tree. I instinctively placed my feet parallel to the surface. The rough texture was quite scratchy. Wasn't particularly comfortable, but still better than sand. I vertically jumped to test if I can be confident with my method. It not only felt natural I regained my composure as I recovered my prior grip. I scaled the tree with speed and ease. The crocodilian seemed to take a slower approach. She raised one limb at a time. It wasn't an elegant or quick movement, albeit getting the job done.
No time was wasted on my end. I chewed and clawed the branches. They were resistant. They did falter and snap after some time. I used this as my chance to survey the island. More sand in the direction we headed. The direction we crashed from, there was only sand, sea and stones. Stones to the east were light brown with a slight yellow glint. They were probably the same colour if we approached them though. There were other creatures, too small to differentiate except one taller one. Even then the details weren't clear from this high. I hoped those were crates ahead. My slower friend was in the middle of breaking apart branches with her jaw.
So I made the decision to climb down. Speaking of which how do I do that? Well. I'll try to climb down backwards. I looked below and backward. I kept my daggers stuck in the wood so I couldn't fall. I moved downward one limb at a time similar to the ally that followed my path. My heart readied to burst at even the slightest disturbance. I slipped off the tree near the bottom. My body twisted on its own. At least my rocky friend attempted to catch me. To be honest I am unsure if the sand was a better landing spot. His smooth, hard skin seemed to blacken when he held me. I'm mot sure how. A note to remember.
I had the leaves. I carefully sliced them from the branches. I sat down. I used my sleight of hand to weave the leaves. I dextrously weaved patiently with grand caution. This task alone, strained far more than the prior fights. I was determined to correct it the first time round. The one who followed me up the tree grabbed somewhat small pebbles and shells. She analysed them and threw the ones she didn't like. She approached and sat with me. She brought her own collection of leaves. She wanted to trade the makeshift bag for more leaves? I'm really unsure if I had the resilience to perform the feat again. I gave her the bag. I could only hope. She poked a hole into the top flap and the top of the centre. She connected a piece of a shell and an irregular pebble. What was she...She ensured there was a way for the contents of the bag to stay inside.
The bulky one of the group collected seaweed from the rocks. It better be good. He attempted to wrap the leaves around. His hands were way too large to do anything that tedious. I clapped my hands and opened my hand. He got the message. So I was left to enfold the seaweed in leaves. It happened eventually as I overlapped over every layer. I think I see where this is meant to go. I poked the two ends which had excess unwrapped leaf. I meticulously slid each end through to the storage layer. I opened the bag and further combined the leaves until there was no excess noticeable.
I can't believe we have to make two more of these damned things.
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Today has been rather full of events. We got plundered and land on an unknown island. We got into a second fight, that was victorious this time round. We created our own bags to carry our food and anything else that's important. I'd really like to collect some shells or stones. Then the group probably would not like that. However I'm sure I can get away with one, or two, possibly several. We journeyed onward we saw mainly the tiny wildlife we fought earlier. We preferred to avoid conflict at this point. So did the shy squids.
They were just shorter than us. It wore a white spiral shell with regular purple stripes following the shell, it had what was the equivalent of a sun cap. They bounced on two tentacles that were sky blue, they also had light cyan heads that were covered in short tentacles of the same colour along with pink eyes as the finishing touch.
Our time to sight see was over. We found a crate. One with that odd object, a green circle with a white spiral from the centre to the edge. The spiral was straight and jagged. They called it C.A.N.D.Y. I don't know the purpose. However, I am highly curious to what it is and made of along with various other questions I want answers to. Our eyes peeled. Out of the corner of my vision I saw an ambush of a trio of the 'shorters' as I'll now refer to them. My jump must have caught the attention of the other two as I heard them turn.
I felt stronger this time round. I leapt to slam the flat side of my tail onto the enemy. I overleapt this time, I still flickered sand into their direction. The shorters charged at me despite being disorientated. I'm warning they are mini and mighty as they struck my legs. My sturdier ally went for his signature head butt which was blocked by two of the shorters who used the blue one as a shield. They weren't ready for the tail smack from behind. Or the claws from above that slid through the shorters formation. Finally two massive fists plummeted into all of them.
We were being ambushed by the supposedly shy 'squid'. It sprung toward us. We were off guard. I could only turn in the time it travelled. It targeted my clawed partner, he swiftly raised his arms and hunched his body, ready for any impact. I felt a thin, sharp, disk of wind pass by my cheek.
Boom.
My ears rung rapidly. The squid was unconscious with a scratched shell. My lean ally was blown away. I raised my arms at the sudden gust as I barely had a grip on my feet. The friendlier companion had the wind forced out of him. I turned and saw a fish, caterpillar animal.
It wasn't even the height of my ankle, considering it lied flat down. Its body length was just short the height of a 'shorter'. It had large magenta and purple eyes which were on opposite sides of the head. The majority of its body was a pale green, which got darker nearer the tail. Two dark green ring surrounded the eyes. A purple spot was present on the top of the head. It had two purple limbs halfway down the body and were three purple tails that appeared to be similar to the limbs.
It gave us a glare. Prepared to fight us. No matter the cost. We tensed, ready for the incoming conflict. Despite being afraid of the earlier displayed power.
Then a roar caught us all of guard. Fear vibrated through us. Time slowed. A large light grey bear approached us. It seemed to have a white beard and white bushy eyebrows? A dark rocky mane that had appeared to have been weathered away. Atrophy had filled its features. Three white squares on each side of its face. Grey paws, nose and a dark spot on the forehead. Its skin looked incredibly rough and tough.
"What is going on here!" It can talk english?
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Great, my student ran off and got into trouble with these three. They do seem familiar. They seemed like minos, however they seem slightly off. Maybe the colours are different? They could be younger? Is it their height? If only I had Cralos to assist me. No, is it Calros or Carlos. His name doesn't matter as of now.
The friendly stranger had a wide and strong build with a rocky appearance. His legs were incredibly short. While his hands and arms were far too large that caused his hunched appearence. He seemed to be made of stone rocky appearance with an underbite that had prominent teeth made of the same stony material as the skin. His skin was grey with a tinge of blue. Rock green rings around his eyes, cylinders of the same colour on the arms and legs and a core that matched.
The clearly aggressive intruder gave a suspicious glare toward me especially, even toward his own team. He was slightly elongated. His fur at the back of the head curved away from his body. He had a long and incredibly bushy brown tail. His fur was vibrant yellow. On the other hand the centre of his upper body and face was amber which matched his bright dark orange eyes. His claws, ears and nose were a similar colour to his tail. He had wide feet with four claws on each foot. His paws had four clawed fingers and a certainly clawed thumb.
The inquisitive foreigner wasn't afraid or eager to move. She was crocodilian. The front of her body was a light purple. Most of her scales were purple, she had dark purple tear drops on her elbows and knees. She had a magenta stripe from her bright pink eyes that led to two pairs of protruding scutes at the top of her head. She had a dorsal fin of the same colour. She had five rose pink claws on each hand and four nails of the same colour on her feet. Along with a broad pink tail that was shaped similar to waves with three purple ovals along the thin tail.
"I was journeying and I saved the candy crate. From these thieves." My student told the story of these unknowns. He always had the habit to exaggerate his position.
"Before we make accusations. Who exactly are you?" I asked. I could only hope to solve this diplomatically. So far only one of them seems incredibly irritable.
"I'm Grunt." He spoke kindly, ready to reason and converse with his soft tone.
"I'm Blazel." He answered. At least he succeeded in reducing his aggression. His voice still pierced the air with annoyance.
"I'm Crocoling." She replied full of surprise and curiosity.
All of this is sounding familiar. Maybe they are trustworthy. All as well because we need to get somewhere.
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I can't believe three thieves suddenly gained Elderbear's trust like that. They certainly don't sound familiar. Blazel jabbed his arm through the crate. He pulled his arm out to grab candy. There were two of the sweet disks. There were some iridescent opaque green crystals, they had a gradient that got lighter along the crystal. The reflected flecks annoyed my eyes. Green sugar crystals. Those aren't seen too often. The rest of the crate was full of air. Yet another day where I haven't found what I've needed. I want to be strong and famous like the heroes in the story Elderbear has told me about often.
Crocoling must have found something unique to stop and observe it. I hopped closer to her to see what it was she found. It was an odd fruit that was oval. It was purple with different shades that curved around the fruit. It was connected to a stem which had round leaves that cupped the berry. Wait...