Tranquil was often words used by off-worlders when visiting the forest moon of Endor. It could be so quiet and yet to active at the same time, if you knew where to look. The tall tress kept many secrets among their branches and leafs and only the Ewoks native to the planet truly knew them.
It was a little after dawn as the wild animals of the moon began to stir. Wart monkeys swung about in the tress. Bluurg's stomped around in the grass. Endorian rabbits scurried about to avoid being eaten. Ruggers hopped along to find fresh fruits to eat. And even the divito's slithered about to hunt for their next prey. Among the beasts out and about was a boar-wolf that grunted and sniffed it's way through the forest to find a meal.
As it lumbered on the creature had many scents caught in it's nose, among them being Ewoks. A favorite. The trouble was finding set Ewoks that seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. There were other scents as well, odd scents that the beast had trouble defining. Eventually it had caught a stronger scent of the Ewok it hunted, trailing it through the forest until coming to what seemed like a dead end at face of a rock.
An odd whistling came out before the beast was surrounded by Ewok hunters. It growled and snapped at them while the little furry hunters tried to catch it while yelping and calling and poking their spears and weapons towards it. They managed to throw a net around it but, in a haste, the boar-wolf managed to shake free before knocking a few of the Ewoks off their feet. It eyed the closest one, licking it's chops, and readied to sink its teeth into the little creature's cowering back.
Before it could make a killing move a spear was driven into it's back as something from above had jumped down and sank it deep into the beast's back. The hunter tackled it to the ground as it struggled before drawing a stone dagger and driving it into the monster's chest. With a few stabs the boar-wolf gave its final cries before dying. The Ewok hunters recovered and saw who had managed to make the kill. It was their non-Ewok sister hunter, Weena.
She stood and, looking to the others, gave a triumphant call that all followed. Another successful hunt without any lost lives. Some congratulated her as the readied the remains of the boar-wolf for her kill but she only waved it off before saying, in perfect Ewok dialect, that they were just as good as she was. With that they had their kill tied and ready for eating as they walked back to their village which lied a little ways off to the south.
For years the human woman had grown among the little furry people while being accepted among them. She had been raised by them through both the easy and hard points of her life. She was only so young when she'd asked about her true nature, knowing she wasn't a real Ewok. However while the answers were never clear she still accepted she was an Ewok at heart, something she's lived by all her life while living on the forest moon.
But every now-and-then, as she was doing now, she often looked up to the sky and hoped one day someone or something would come to bring the answers she sought.
It was a little after dawn as the wild animals of the moon began to stir. Wart monkeys swung about in the tress. Bluurg's stomped around in the grass. Endorian rabbits scurried about to avoid being eaten. Ruggers hopped along to find fresh fruits to eat. And even the divito's slithered about to hunt for their next prey. Among the beasts out and about was a boar-wolf that grunted and sniffed it's way through the forest to find a meal.
As it lumbered on the creature had many scents caught in it's nose, among them being Ewoks. A favorite. The trouble was finding set Ewoks that seemed to be everywhere and nowhere. There were other scents as well, odd scents that the beast had trouble defining. Eventually it had caught a stronger scent of the Ewok it hunted, trailing it through the forest until coming to what seemed like a dead end at face of a rock.
An odd whistling came out before the beast was surrounded by Ewok hunters. It growled and snapped at them while the little furry hunters tried to catch it while yelping and calling and poking their spears and weapons towards it. They managed to throw a net around it but, in a haste, the boar-wolf managed to shake free before knocking a few of the Ewoks off their feet. It eyed the closest one, licking it's chops, and readied to sink its teeth into the little creature's cowering back.
Before it could make a killing move a spear was driven into it's back as something from above had jumped down and sank it deep into the beast's back. The hunter tackled it to the ground as it struggled before drawing a stone dagger and driving it into the monster's chest. With a few stabs the boar-wolf gave its final cries before dying. The Ewok hunters recovered and saw who had managed to make the kill. It was their non-Ewok sister hunter, Weena.
She stood and, looking to the others, gave a triumphant call that all followed. Another successful hunt without any lost lives. Some congratulated her as the readied the remains of the boar-wolf for her kill but she only waved it off before saying, in perfect Ewok dialect, that they were just as good as she was. With that they had their kill tied and ready for eating as they walked back to their village which lied a little ways off to the south.
For years the human woman had grown among the little furry people while being accepted among them. She had been raised by them through both the easy and hard points of her life. She was only so young when she'd asked about her true nature, knowing she wasn't a real Ewok. However while the answers were never clear she still accepted she was an Ewok at heart, something she's lived by all her life while living on the forest moon.
But every now-and-then, as she was doing now, she often looked up to the sky and hoped one day someone or something would come to bring the answers she sought.
