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caycanteven · 10 months

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To Steal A Ship

hehehe i wrote more and will continue to write more. Motti belongs to @mothiepixie and Lex belongs to me <3

Lex rehoisted her leather duffle against her shoulder as she followed her new captain toward the harbor. The sun wasn't blistering with it's early rise that morning, but the warm rays and cool sea breeze was a delicate reminder of the day ahead and many to come. The smell of saltwater was strong, though not as strong as the gutted fish smell as the two pushed their way around the docks toward the supposed ship her new captain acquired. "Someday I'll have somethin' like that," Motti spoke up with a pointed finger.

Lex hummed, raising a brow and following Motti's gesture to a brigantine anchored in the port. She acknowledged the woodwork and it's fine craftsmanship, a fine merchant ship no less. Her one eye landed on the beauty at the bow, a figure head of a mermaid who's hand outstretched to rest underneath it's bowsprit. It was most certainly a sight for a sailor's sore eyes. "Aye, that ship is a sight," Lex chuckled softly and shook her head good naturedly. "Merchant ship," she noted openly as she pushed through two large fisherman who crowded her. She gave them a glare, before taking Motti's side.

"Ye right," the captain nodded with a thoughtful hum, "I could of afforded a ship like that long ago, but for now I got the best I could."

Lex raised a brow again at the hint of a past her new captain had yet to share. She'd never pry for the information, though she admitted she was curious. She knew she wasn't from the same upbringing as herself, but if she wasn't, then how did she get to this point?

"So ye got a ship, then?"

Motti nodded, "'course I got a ship. Ain't much, but it's enough."

Lex and Motti stopped at last next to a schooner, who's appearance and care was much less than the merchant ship they shared appreciation for. Lex's single eye considered the vessel and it's hull. Not a large ship, but not a sloop; it was a good starter boat, but if her captain even dared to sail the seas in search of the Black Fiend, she'd need to upgrade it eventually.

Perhaps they could manage a few minor bounties, or goods transportation for local merchants between ports. It would be a decent start, but a long, long time before they'd be able to afford a brigantine of their own. It wouldn't be as nice as that other brig--especially if it were to have a figure head as nice as that--but it would be their own.

Lex followed Motti onto the rickety catwalk joining the dock and the schooner. She hummed and pressed a boot into the dock, testing her weight on the wood, fortunately finding it sturdy. Lex leaned against the mainmast as she dropped her duffle on the deck. She watched contently as the captain expressed how she came to own such a vessel.

"I was lucky 'nough the old bastard who had this before was so willin' to part with it for what I had," Motti huffed and placed her hands on her hips as she tapped her boot's heal against the ships deck. "Had'er repaired a bit but could be better, I suppose."

Lex hummed in agreement. "Aye, she'll do," she chuckled softly.

Motti smiled appreciatively and held her chin proudly, "I plan to head to the port south here in two days time. Lookin' fer more work, of course, but maybe some more crew." Seeing Lex nod, she felt confident enough to breach her next subject.

"Can ye sail?"

Lex shot Motti a confused look mid bite of an apple she pulled from her leather duffle, raising a brow and grunting in affirmation. "Aye...?" she replied, though curiously before biting into the fruit.

Motti smiled and only gave a nod, before turning to explain what else was available on the ship as well as her plans to gain a small fortune and where she believed the Black Fiend would be next.

Lex, on the other hand, was suspicious and refused to let the topic drop. She wiped her lips of bitter juice, her mouth full as she questioned her captain carefully.

"Can ye sail, Cap'n?"

Motti stiffened, shifting uncomfortably on the deck as she looked over her shoulder sheepishly toward her crew member.

"...ye can't sail, can ye?"

"...no."

Lex sighed with a groan under her breath. She shook her head, realizing what she was getting into when it came to this new captain; it supported her suspicions more so. However, as she stood straight, she refused to question her captain further and she decided to do the next best thing.

"Aight, cap'n, I'm gonna have to teach ya then."

"What? Really?!" Motti exclaimed happily, but Lex eased the captain back onto the heels of her boots with a stern look.

"Aye, but ye hold ye britches," she began, "cause ye got no clue how to steer a boat, ye can't leave port. Gonna have to teach ya quickly if ye plan to head to the next in two days."

"Can't ye just--"

"Aye, maybe fer a bit, but ye need to know how yer own ship works. A captain is only as good as their ship," Lex enforced gently. "Ye eventually can hire a helmsman," she muttered and put her hands on her hips, "but fer now, let's get ye sea legs underneath ye." Seeing Motti's excitement in her blue eyes brought a warm flutter to Lex's chest. She smiled and turned the captain and started explaining the parts of the ship, from bowsprit to port.

Lex wasn't quite sure what she was getting into when she told her captain she'd teach her how to sail.

Though losing the ol' schooner on the day before they planned to leave port was not what she anticipated.

Lex grunted, sitting against a post of the dock as she wrung out her hair. Thankfully, their belongings were salvageable and they only lost their rations planned for the trip, but the ship as a whole was the greatest loss.

How in Davy Jone's locker were they gonna get anywhere without a ship?

"Sorry," Motti mumbled defeatedly, wringing out the skirts around her waist as she grumbled curses beneath her breath. She was soaked, but Lex was more than thankful her captain knew how to swim at least. Sailing was one thing, swimming was another. Motti scowled at the water that left her flintlock's holster as she emptied it.

"Ye just need practice," Lex reassured softly, trying her best not to express her frustration so easily. She rubbed her face once her hair was efficiently not as drenched. "Gotta admit to ye cap'n, we ain' gonna be doin' any practicin' without a ship, or get to the southern port tomorrow." Lex picked up her boot to wrench it off, then poured out the water on the inside, a couple small fish flopping on the deck with the gentle splash.

Motti sighed and plopped down, hands on her freckled cheeks with disappointment and irritation knitted in her brows. "Aye, I'm aware."

Lex hummed, seeing the defeated look. She sighed, "Oi, cap, don't let--"

She jumped when Motti exclaimed proudly her sudden idea.

"Ye wha?!"

"Ye and I will steal a ship!"

Lex stared, baffled as she blinked. She turned her head and began smacking her ears, grumbling about the water making her hear things.

Motti, however, grabbed her hand and gave her a firm look of determination. "We steal a ship. Ye know yer way around weapons, I know my way around men."

"Ye just admitted ye like to get aroun'," Lex scoffed and raised her brow, but couldn't help the little smirk curling at her lips.

"Not like that. I ruin the hearts of anyone, sure, but I got my eyes set on someone already and we're gonna find'em no matter what," Motti snorted smugly. "How ya think I got that...well, had that ship?"

Lex smirked and chuckled softly. So, that was how she managed, she thought, she's a fine manipulator, if she's doin' it right. Can't blame her in this life, I suppose. Lex sighed, relenting to Motti's eagerness and contagious desire to cause trouble for their benefit. "Aight, aight. Ye got me on the hook, cap."

"So, ye got anotha ship in mind?"

"I think ye already know," Motti grinned.

It wasn't easy, but it certainly wasn't hard to get on board. The captain was right about one thing; men flocked to her as soon as she presented herself. Lex had to hand it to her, she knew how to get them distracted, but seein' as their plan was working so well, Lex took it upon herself to scope out the rest of the ship.

Weapons, rations, merchant cargo from a northern port, no doubt. She'd seen some of these things before, not to mention the crops that grew there were valuable to southern and central ports. This ship was full of it. They could likely sell it themselves and get plenty of gold in return.

Though one thing that had Lex's eye was a beautiful musket, made with mahogany wood and fine metal. It looked like it hadn't been used. Lex took care to examine the weapon and it's condition, before giving it a quick glance down the sight.

Oh yes, this was a beautiful weapon, indeed.

Lex's examination was interrupted at the sound of chatter muffled by the hull of the brigantine. Her immediate thought was of her captain, and she quickly got up with the musket in hand and it's pouch of ammo at her belt. She knew there were limited guards on the ship, but she was weary as she snuck around back to the upper deck. She crashed her back against the side and peeked over the railing.

The captain had her hands full; larger men, sailors that worked for the ship perhaps, were crowding her with rather disgusting grins. Lex narrowed her eye at the looks they had, and one had gotten close.

Far too close.

The glint of metal was all she needed

The crack in the air sent men and straggling fisherman on the docks into a surprised panic. The man, who's knife was bared before Captain Motti, fell lifeless as his dead weight hit the edge of the harbor's dock and into the waters below.

Motti, hands on her hat and eyes finding Lex on the ship's edge, quickly began to push her way past the men who'd yet to recover from the gun shot.

Though, at the sight of Motti breaking for the ships ladder, they seemed to realize they'd been run a rig. "Stop them!" Yelled a sailor, and another dove for Motti in chase.

Lex grunted and cursed under her breath. She needed to reload. She snarled and she grabbed her own flintlock from her belt and she lifted it in haste to take aim and fire once more.

A warning shot; the bullet whistled past with the second crack of the gun, scaring the man off his pursuit and falling face first into the wooden boards. That gave her captain plenty of time, she was certain.

"Sink me, ye savvy Cap?!" Lex yelled urgently to Motti as she climbed the ladder and joined her crew mate.

"Blimey. Ye I'm fine, ye ol' salt!" Motti huffed and she looked over her shoulder as the men started after them. She gasped as Lex pushed past her and cut the ladder with her knife, swift and quick.

"No time to watch them feed the fishes," she grumbled and she climbed the bridge to the helm. "Weigh anchor, we leave now! Ye remember how I showe'd ye the sails?" Lex yelled as she began to reload her musket, preparing for the worst.

Motti nodded fervently and quickly got to work without a second thought. It took time, but when they managed to haul the anchor back up, Lex was already at the helm and directing the ship out of port. Motti quickly joined her, the two of them witnessing the wind catch the sails with vigor and the boat forced through the waves.

"Aye! We're doing it!" Motti exclaimed.

"Not yet, Cap, still gotta outrun the fleet if they show," Lex grunted and jerked the wheel effortlessly left to steer out of port. Another crack sounded and Lex quickly ducked as did Mottie. "Blimey!"

Motti looked portside to see the sailor who'd fired. She grunted and grabbed her own flintlock. With quickness, she fired and held firm as the gun jerked upward following the bullet.

The captain didn't miss.

Lex smirked, surprised yet impressed. "Aye, ye can shoot but ye can't sail?!" she laughed ands he held to the wooden wheel.

"Sailin' is much harder than shootin', and one of them I learned when I was younga!" Motti smiled.

The two shared a boisterous laugh as they stole away with their prize, a brigantine fit for a crew to be, with a golden mermaid at it's bow.

#caycanwrite #pirate au #motti crew #mothie pirate au #lex pirate au #motti pirate au #captain motti #cay drabbles #i swear to god im drowning in this brain rot #pun intended #we went to deep #should i actually make this a fic or something?#short story?#lmfao may happen anyway #motti x nightmare #motti swoonin for a fuckin' ship #caysdrabbles

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imherenowlol · 15 days

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Fan-Art of These Diamond Waters By CayCanWrite

I know this probs ain’t it but I was inspired by when Mc first meets Sans/Blue and when people say they are giant this is what I imagined , done at 12 am in hospital LOL

#undertale #fanart #go check them out #My art don’t steal #first post #undertale sans x reader #siren au #sans undertale #fem reader #x reader

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caycanteven · 11 months

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@mothiepixie drug me right into another one and I fuckin' love pirates man...and I didn't even fight it lmfao. Enjoy this fun drabble I wrote up~ Fair warning, I just wrote this for fun; no idea how accurate appearances or any of the like are and I came up with "The Black Fiend" myself cause ships have cool names teehee.

The storm raged outside, but among the drunkard squabble and unrelenting retelling of stories on the seven seas, it was a hushed whisper.

This tavern wasn’t a first for her, but it was definitely one she came to seldom enough. Company wasn’t something she avoided like the plague, but she preferred to be alone when she drank her spirits. Cheers to the tavern mates who were Three Sheets to the Wind, but she wasn’t them.

She learned the hard way what it meant to take her eyes off her surroundings and get too comfortable.

She paid the price.

A minor price, but a price, one that wasn’t paid in silver.

She lifted her tankard to her lips, downing a swig of the rum within. With a lazy brush of her arm, she wiped her mouth of leftover sprits and breathed deep. It burned, but it felt so good. It always felt good.

Out of the corner of her left eye and beneath her hat, she noticed a body place themselves on the stool beside her. She grunted under her breath. Out of all the places in this damn tavern, they chose there to place their ass?

She stilled a moment before drinking once more from her tankard, her brow raised with sudden curiosity and surprise.

A lass? It was unlikely, but who would wear such robes like that around if they weren’t…though even she knew better than to judge first sight. After all, she hid well beneath her own rags just to make’er livin’ on the sea under the interpretation she was male.

Or used to.

She set her tankard down slowly in order not to draw attention to herself. She eyed the company sitting on her left thoroughly. They hadn’t requested anything, though perhaps they were already drunk. She could make out a tuff of orange below their own hat, hair no less. A rather beautiful color, like the embers on hot coals. So perhaps they too, understood the importance of hiding their appearance?

It was all too…odd. She snorted and she returned her attention to her drink. She didn’t need to bother her still sober thoughts with that of a random—

“Ye come ‘round here plenty?”

She stopped twirling her tankard, her lips just barely touching the lip of the cup. She hadn’t expected the body to speak. Why would they? She squinted her eye and she slowly put down her tankard with a heavy thud. She leaned against the counter, elbows pressed against cracked wood.

“Aye,” she muttered and she kept her eyes forward.

“Got a name?”

She glanced over, finally seeing the face of the company beside her. Feminine features, as expected, though their face was peppered in freckles and markings; their eyes were as crystal blue as the sea itself. She had to admit, they were a beauty.

“Aye.”

They seemed to be patiently waiting for more, but when she didn’t reply, they pressed further. “Gonna share it?”

“Lass, don’ ye think that’s a bit far for someone ye neva met?” She tilted her head as she turned to acknowledge them, brow raised in question.

“Isn’t that how you greet someone properly?”

Something about them was different from those she met before, behest unwillingly. Their dialect, their posture and their words…

“Ye ain’t from ‘round here, are ya lass?” She spoke with a chuckle laced in her words. They seemed naive, ignorant—perhaps she could indulge in their conversation.

The blue-eyed beauty huffed and looked away for a moment. “Ye can say that.”

She hummed softly with consideration, before taking a quick swig then placing her tankard back down again, half empty. “Ye trade me yer name, I trade he mine, is that fair lass?”

She watched them process her bargain before nodding once.

“Aye. Motti.”

Motti? Interesting, she thought as she looked this Motti up and down. Holstered to their front was a flintlock no doubt, but it was in poor shape. It made her skin crawl but she resisted the temptation to question its condition. The rest of Motti physically looked healthy, disregarding the cuts and bruises healing on her rather gentle skin.

She snorted softly before turning her body more so to face them, smiling ever so slightly, the corners of her lips curled in a smirk.

“Lexico, pleasure to make ye acquaintance. Ye call me Lex, fer short,” she hummed with a nod. Lex watched the expression on Motti’s face brighten with surprise. So she had not anticipated Lex being a woman perhaps?

“I wasn’t sure—“

“Ye’d find another like ye? Aye, don’ really. Not like how yer doin’…” Lex grunted as she swirled her tankard. She chuckled at the bewildered look on her companion’s face. She chuckled and she shook her head. “Ye don’t worry your pretty head ‘bout it. Yer still standin’, so ye good enough to believe yer well off.”

“I suppose yer right,” Motti nodded and turned to face the bar’s surface. “So Lex,” she continued after a moment, “ye happen to know anything about a captain of a ship…named Nightmare by any—“

It had happened far too quickly; a glint of metal in the tavern light, and before a Motti could register, a blade was held at a threatening point.

“Lass, ye be sure to swallow yer words,” Lex warned lowly, but there was tension in her voice. “Ye don’t speak so easily of the Black Fiend ‘round this port.”

Mottie swallowed, though gently placed the tip of her finger against the blade and pushed it away.

Lex narrowed her gaze, then slowly put her knife in her belt. “Ye brave, I’ll say that.”

“Please, Lex…” Motti pleaded quietly, moving closer to speak under breath. “I need to find him.*

Lex hissed softly as she hid her disapproval behind her drink.

She had almost finished it off before she returned a cold but curios gaze to Motti. Her eyes looked the lass over with scrutiny, but eventually relaxed slightly. “Why are ye doin’ that, lass,” Lex muttered and gave her a softer look. “The Black Fiend doesn’t sit still long enough to bring attention ‘bout. The captain more so,” she muttered, but hesitated when there was evident disappointment in her company’s face. “Royal fleet’s been chasin’ him for a long time.”

“Ye wouldn’t understand,” Motti huffed and grumbled curses under her breath, eliciting a chuckle from beside her. “I need to find him. He…”

Lex watched as the blue-eyed lass—no doubt a young pirate herself—beamed at the mention of the captain of a The Black Fiend. Lex knew that look, the glittering behind the eyes.

Lex nearly spit out her rum.

“Ye can’t be serious.”

Motti looked up quickly, the feather of her hat dancing and bobbing. She nodded once, yet hesitantly. “Yes. He’s a lost lover, to say less,” Motti huffed. “I’ve been searching for so long, but only now have I got something to run on.”

Lex nodded slowly, resisting the urge to question how that—the two of them—happened. Once Motti finished their quiet exchange, Lex sighed and pushed her empty tankard away.

“I need a crew for my ship.”

“So ye chose a tavern full of drunkards to look?”

Motti shrugged. “Easier to get them to say yes.”

Lex couldn’t stop herself from actually laughing the more she listened. “Aye, ye keep that tid bit about The Black Fiend to yerself and ye might have it in yer favor.” She sighed, though seeing as Motti was frowning and her eyes were focused on the bar top, Lex couldn’t help feel for her.

She knew what it was like to lose a lover.

She sighed, knowing she’d regret this if this didn’t go to plan. Though, it had been forever since she had a crew to call her own, a ship…a chance to sail those waters again. “Ye chose the right person to ask first,” Lex grunted and she tossed a couple shillings on the bar.

Motti beamed again in surprise and hope. “Ye considerin?”

“Aye. Ye need someone who can handle weaponry,” Lex nodded and gave Motti a smug grin. “I got all ye need to know about it. Not to mention, I got a good shot.”

Motti seemed to be in disbelief. Lex witnessed her eye move slightly to her right, obviously staring at an injury long scarred. “Ye sure?”

Lex chuckled. “Aye…” she smiled and she held out her hand.

“Don’t need two eyes to shoot a man dead. Now how bout ye let me take a look at that ol’ flintlock?”

#utmv au #pirate au #nightmare x motti #pirate lex #pirate lexico #i'm now stuck in TWO AU brainrots and I will suffer happily #i blame mothie #caycanwrite #caydrabbles #motti belong to mothiepixie #lex belongs to me #I wrote this at work #I couldn't fuckin' stop thinking about it #I had so many ideas #now i get to draw ;3 #caysdrabbles

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caycanteven · 11 months

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fucking FINALLY posted Chapter 10 of These Diamond Waters!

Check it out below, and be sure to go read the fic Tilikum by Llama_Goddess as my fic is inspired so much by their amazing work ❤️👏

Chapter 10

Fish for Your Thoughts

#CayCanWrite #sans #sans au #fanfiction #undertale fanfiction #Siren Sans fanfic #inspired by Tilikum #llamma is goat

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caycanteven · 9 months

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I'm writing stuff for Buster guys. I have sat forever trying to think of a title but I didn't come up with anything yet (welcome to suggestions too) so jus take the writing yeah? LOL this is part 1 currently. :3 Okie I go now. TW: Mention of Guns and Traumatic Memories surrounding them.

You were surprised how fast the sun had begun to set. The warmth quickly retreated with the onslaught of dusk, cool air replacing it with it's gentle caress as it reminded you where you were.

Your skin tingled, shivering with goosebumps as you stared off the ledge at at the horizon, your nap on a jutting rock on the cliffside long over. You hadn't intended to rest for so long on the mountain's hiking path, more so long enough for the sky to fade into soft pinks and oranges. You couldn't blame the feeling of tranquility and peace, though, since you were more than happy to get away for a week from your work back home. You were visiting a lodge with a few friends at the base of the mountain; you were the only one that made the journey up the trail to the semi-peak of the mountain to over look the wilderness beyond the national park that evening.

You needed to have some time to yourself, anyway. Your mind was bustling with thoughts and concerns over next week and the work you'd have to complete upon returning. If your friends knew you were stressed about next week before this one had even begun, you'd never hear the end of it.

You inhaled deeply, sucking in the crisp cool air that started to invade your outfit, dawned for warmer weather but certainly not suitable for the encroaching cool night. After releasing your breath, you slowly stood from your resting place on the rock. While it wasn't the most comfortable, it was enough to make you dose off with ease. While the rest was refreshing, you were met with the consequences of your actions; you'd be late to dinner and you were certain the sun would be long past the tree line before you'd ever set foot at the base of the mountain at the grounds.

You sighed shakily and turned to the hiking trail that led back down the mountain. Mt. Ebott National Park had once been home to monsters some years ago, though the surprise and magical race of beings were particularly kind despite the awkward scare humanity had at their appearance. They lived underneath this very mountain you stood atop of, until they were welcomed into society and to set foot off the mass to join the neighboring city just on the outskirts. Many were happy to join the modern lifestyles the human race introduced to them, with some things similar and vastly different all the same. Though, not many monster's were fond of leaving the comforts of the mountain completely.

You weren't an expert on the history of Monster kind, but you knew the people who made the mountain into a National Park were kind enough to employ any Monsters who wanted to remain on the surface of the mountain and they helped care for the natural balance. Magic, you were told, was wild after all.

You looked back at the ledge you had been looking out from, watching just a minute more as the sun crept slowly beyond the horizon. You smiled for a moment, but it faltered as your gaze drifted up to the dusk lit sky. Puffy, gray clouds were slowly colliding and building on each other, the sweet smell of rain in the air.

Great. You weren't quite prepared for the cool of the night, even less for an impending storm.

You took careful steps down the worn path, mindful of the stray rocks and roots you could still see in the little golden rays that broke through the branches above. It took longer to get up the mountain, but you were certain, if you didn't hesitate or get distracted, you could make it down the mountain within the hour. You just had to be careful, watch your step, and stay on the path marked. You traversed carefully down the rocky path, trees marked with yellow ribbon to lead you the way back. You could fee the wind on your back as the storm drew closer, though you ignored the chilly feeling that cascaded down your back and over your arms. You rubbed your arms, both for warmth and for reassurance that you'd make it just fine.

Though, you were rethinking that assurance with the sounding thunder in the distance, a threat of what was to come if you were unlucky enough to be stuck on this mountain any longer. The park didn't allow anyone on the trails if there was a possibility of rain, though this storm must of snuck right under their noses. You hadn't seen any on the forecast that morning when you shared coffee with your friends, but if there was anything you knew, it was that mother nature was unpredictable and full of surprises.

You didn't like surprises that much.

You took a moment to catch your breath and give your ankles a break at the three quarter checkpoint heading upward. You made good time, but not good enough to outrun the slight drizzle that started to fall on you. You lifted your hand, seeing the droplets gather on your palm slowly, one by one, as the rain started to pace itself. You huffed, worried about how you'd manage going down if the rain was already starting. You thought about waiting for it to pass, but was that any better for your health? It was chilly and the rain was just going to make it worse. You'd no doubt catch a cold and it was probably going to be far worse if you stayed out long enough. With a deep sigh of acceptance, you pushed on, one step after the other as you made your way down the trail, rocks tumbling under your sneakers. You prayed to the stars for the ground to hold it's own against the once drizzle now soft shower of rain, hoping it wouldn't turn to mud before you got to the next checkpoint. There the ground would level out a little and you weren't at a risk of slipping dangerously.

You shivered, your teeth chattering lightly at the feeling of the cold rain on your back and your quickly soaking clothes. Your fanny pack around your hip was water resistant to an extent, so at least your phone and other valuables would be alright for the time being. You didn't have service up on the mountain, so simply calling and telling your friends was already out of the question. What was the point of getting out in nature to escape if you could just have your entire world at your finger tips? Having zero cell service was part of the deal; though, you wished you had it now so you could at least call to meet a ranger or one of your buddies the rest of the way.

Your foot caught on a jutting rock in the path, and you managed to catch yourself before taking a terrible slide, though your racing heart insisted you nearly died. With several deep breaths and stilling for a moment to ease the tension out of your shoulders, you continued your steady descent of the mountain path, the rain only getting harder as night quickly fell with a growing clap of thunder in its wake. You shuddered, the sound reminding you of a gun after it fired; you weren't very fond of guns...

You could feel the memory rearing it's head in the back of your mind, the thoughts circling you at the worst time.

You used to love the woods like the ones around you now. You used to go out with your grandfather, your many uncles and family friends to an old campsite, one upon a time. You told stories around a campfire, warmed and comforted by the sounds of gruff voices and gentle souls. They taught you then how to appreciate the wilderness and it's many creatures...but most importantly they taught you the balance of it all.

How you played a part in that balance.

Your grandfather taught you to shoot his rifle when you turned thirteen. Hunting was a delicate matter and called for respect towards the wilderness; you were taught to understand your place in the chain, maintaining balance and only hunting for what was necessary and never for sport.

Though when the time came for you to finally embrace your family's tradition and lifestyle...

You held to a tree quickly, hands shooting up to ground your fingers in your soaked hair. Your breathing was shaky, but deep rather than quick. You knew the memory was laughable now amongst your grandfather's peers, older, ragged men who understood your experience yet didn't. They simply said it was a right of passage, but how could you think the same when it was so painful for you? You were little, sure, but every time you heard that sound, it just reminded you of the pain...the pounding feeling in your skull.

You jumped at the thunderous clap above you, the lightning strike illuminating the path before you and the looming trees surrounding it. You took an unconscious step forward as the rain started to come down harder on your back...

You missed your step, your foot slipping on wet rock and loos dirt. Your shoe sank down a slick incline, your hands scraping and grasping for leverage on tree you sought for stability seconds before. The bark tore into your palm, leaving scratches that stung with the cool air and rain before they slipped away from the trunk. Though, that was nothing compared to the feeling in your ankle as it turned beneath your weight in attempt to find purchase. You fell to your knees and soon your body collided with muck and mud as you fell off the shoulder of the path and down the mountain side littered with rocks and scattered tree trunks and their roots

You felt your body screaming from the aching pain ignited throughout your body mixed with the roaring rain and thunder around you. You immediately covered your head and neck with your dirtied hands, uncaring for the mess that was your hair as you tried to cover your vulnerable areas. You kept your eyes tightly shut, afraid to open them as your body moved through the brush and undergrowth, your clothes snagging on sticks and rocks as you fell further away from the path. You wanted it to stop. You wanted it all to stop.

The thunder was too loud.

The pain in your head was unbearable.

The pain in your legs made you scream. You probably were screaming beneath the chorus of the rain and thunder.

You were cold, wet...and lost.

Your body came to a halt on level ground, face down in the muck, while you breathed shakily. You didn't move, worried that doing so might aggravate your suffering. Was it even a good idea to move around? You most likely broke something, give or take. Your fingernails dug into the dirt, looking for something to tell you that you were still alive in the end, but where were you if not on the path? How far into the woods had you gotten, and would you be found? You attempted to push yourself up, but your arms begged you not to.

You felt your body fall back into the earth, leaves stuck in your hair and dirt caked in streaks on your face. There was no question that blood was present. You could taste it on your lips as well. You took a deep breath, the rain soothing your agony as it swept the land around you.

You knew you couldn't sleep...but it felt so good to shut your eyes and listen to the rain as your fuzzy mind tuned out the thunder above, it's rumble lulling you to unconsciousness.

#caycanteven #caycanwrite #cays fun drabbles #but its more than just a drabble #will be posting it to AO3 more than likely #Buster belongs to me #I have a writing kick approaching #uh oh #my writing #cay talks #buster sans #buster belongs to caycanteve #woodland boy #he live in the woods #he take good care of you i promise #caysdrabbles

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