"Why do we paint things? I mean, besides for fun." Kuveli asked, watching carefully as his older brother brushed a red-stained paw across the cold, smooth rock of the cave wall. It was like magic, watching the smooth, hand-painted lines transform into the sharp horns of a mighty auroch, or the powerful legs of a galloping horse.
"Other than fun?" Sakara replied, a hint of confusion in his voice. "I don't know, actually." He continued, not taking his sharp arctic-blue eyes off his sweeping paw-strokes.
"Huh" Kuveli reclined against the wall, surrounded by painted paw prints. Some of these prints, big brother had said, were as old as two hundred summers. The paw prints of long dead hunters who roamed the land as far back as the age of ice. People who saw and hunted mammoths as commonly as he and big brother hunted deer. These ancestors must have been brave to face such creatures so often, let alone in a world where glaciers ruled supreme. And that made the little fox think. He lent forward and continued; "I wonder if future people will see these, and wonder what we were like."
"That's a nice thought," Sakara chuckled, dipping his fingers into the little wooden bowl of paint. "But I don't think blood, spit, and the spare yolks from grouse eggs, mixed together and smeared on a wall, will last past fifty summers, if that." Sakara turned to his little brother, fingers dripping with paint, and playfully ruffled his headfur.
"Well, the old prints are still here." Kuveli retorted, pushing his big brother's filthy paw away. "I think it'll last a long time, and that people will flock to see us" he said, pointing at the two crude stick foxes facing-down the mix-match herd of prey. "I think they'll say it's one of the beautiful things they've ever seen." Kuveli smiled, watching as his brother went back to work. Sakara smirked back briefly.
"These future people must be blind to call my doodles beautiful."
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5thsun Never fails to up the stakes, it seems. I am eternally impressed by how beautiful the stuff they draw is.
"Other than fun?" Sakara replied, a hint of confusion in his voice. "I don't know, actually." He continued, not taking his sharp arctic-blue eyes off his sweeping paw-strokes.
"Huh" Kuveli reclined against the wall, surrounded by painted paw prints. Some of these prints, big brother had said, were as old as two hundred summers. The paw prints of long dead hunters who roamed the land as far back as the age of ice. People who saw and hunted mammoths as commonly as he and big brother hunted deer. These ancestors must have been brave to face such creatures so often, let alone in a world where glaciers ruled supreme. And that made the little fox think. He lent forward and continued; "I wonder if future people will see these, and wonder what we were like."
"That's a nice thought," Sakara chuckled, dipping his fingers into the little wooden bowl of paint. "But I don't think blood, spit, and the spare yolks from grouse eggs, mixed together and smeared on a wall, will last past fifty summers, if that." Sakara turned to his little brother, fingers dripping with paint, and playfully ruffled his headfur.
"Well, the old prints are still here." Kuveli retorted, pushing his big brother's filthy paw away. "I think it'll last a long time, and that people will flock to see us" he said, pointing at the two crude stick foxes facing-down the mix-match herd of prey. "I think they'll say it's one of the beautiful things they've ever seen." Kuveli smiled, watching as his brother went back to work. Sakara smirked back briefly.
"These future people must be blind to call my doodles beautiful."
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5thsun Never fails to up the stakes, it seems. I am eternally impressed by how beautiful the stuff they draw is.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Fox (Other)
Gender Male
Size 1248 x 900px
Listed in Folders
*claps hands* So touching, so poignant, so beautiful! <3
Well, I'll admit there are parts I look at now that I'd edit slightly, but I'm glad it it inspires such feelings regardless.
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