Recreating the habitats of the animals was tricky, but my father decided to simulate the original habitats of those animals in a small area, then placed a fence around it with a door for the tribespeople to enter when feeding the animals and collecting the eggs or cubs. My father also instructed the tribespeople to make separate housing for the new hatchlings and cubs of the small animals for domestication. They even created a smaller version of the incubation room of the tribe for the incubation of the animal eggs with controlled temperature management. The incubation room was a hut with a stone-made fireplace to heat the room, especially during autumn and winter. The fireplace was constantly checked by the elders to ensure the safety of the eggs while keeping them warm. Everything went smoothly after that, and so the livestock were slowly domesticated by the tribe. ***************************** Slowly, more and more livestock were domesticated by the tribe to keep up with the foo
After waiting for the silkworms to finish creating their cocoons during the autumn, I checked the ones that I had placed inside the cups, and I was so happy with the output. It was already wintertime, and they had become perfectly shaped cocoons. I decided to ask my father to make a small wooden reel similar to a fishing reel and a mini weaving tool. It would be hard to explain how to make these tools because paper and pencils were not yet invented. So, I could only use smooth wooden planks and carve the drawing with a knife to show my father the output I wanted to make. I waited for my father to return to the Elder Healer's treehouse from his daily routine during dinner to show him my drawings. He came home earlier than usual, but he seemed to be in a bad mood. He was covered with snow all over his hair, beard, coat, and feet. He looked like a young version of Santa Claus with a scar on his face. I welcomed him with a huge hug, using my small arms and wings spread widely, while my
I was lucky to still have my memories from my previous life, so I was able to survive a few years of my life in the tribe. It was springtime, and it was my seventh year since my rebirth. The night before I attended my first day of school, I dreamed of a beautiful lady with platinum-silver hair and golden eyes. She hugged me and smiled at me while saying, "Good job, my dear Ari; please remember that I love you." I woke up the next morning feeling nostalgic while trying to remember the rest of the dream, but all I could clearly remember were the words she uttered. I couldn't even remember her face. I stood up and prepared my things before my father knocked on the door and called me to eat my breakfast so he could bring me to the pavilion before he accompanied the hunting team. The elders started to gradually accept me despite my condition, especially after I helped solve the issues of food shortages during the winter and my creation of fabric. Female cubs like me were taught how to
The wind was so cold on top of the trees. Luckily, I was wearing the cloak that my father had given me, and the feathers on my wings were already thick enough to endure the cold wind. I also got my pants slightly torn underneath when my tail suddenly appeared. The back of my clothes and cloak were also torn due to my wings. I now understood why a beastman normally wears skirts only. I decided to plan the design of my clothes again when I got back home, as I landed on the branch of the tallest tree. Then I got mesmerized upon realizing the color of the forest. "How peaceful and nostalgic..." I whispered to myself. I was laying down on the branch while watching as the wind blew some of the leaves, causing them to slowly fall off the trees and paint the ground orange. It was such an artistic scene that, if only paint and canvas were available, I would have already painted it, even if I was not good at painting. I wanted to take a nap, but I suddenly heard a loud scream from a distan
The deaths of their children were detrimental to any parent. It was understandable that my mother suffered the most during the huge boar incident to the point of losing her mind; she had already lost two of her hatchlings during the dengue incident four years ago, and now she had lost another three. It was saddening to hear her cry every now and then. Her voice could be heard all over the tribal territory, and no one could do much to help her ease the pain—not even my own father. I was also grieving for the loss of my siblings; they were precious to me since I had never had any siblings in my previous life. I also cried while blaming myself for not being able to save them while embracing myself to sleep every night. I was already there. I had a better view from that tree, despite being at a distance. If only I hadn't been too emotional over a simple matter at that time, like a real child, I might have spotted the danger right before it happened. I was not an ordinary child; I should
Our tribe has had a good system for gathering enough food before the winter ever since I suggested to my father that we could plant our own food and domesticate some animals instead of constantly hunting. It took our tribe some years to properly adapt to the process of farming and domesticating animals to sustain our food during the winter.We also started to help all the nearby allied tribes by teaching them the said methods. We often visit their tribes on a scheduled basis to constantly check their progress. Some seemed to find it hard to adjust to the method, but still managed to follow through with my father's guidance.One time, I accompanied my father and our people to the Forest Wolf Tribe to check on the progress of their farming and animal domestication.The Alpha of their tribe was named Acwulf, a bluish-gray Wolf beastman with silver eyes.The body of a Wolf beastman was smaller than that of an average Lion beastman, but their muscles were firm, they were more agile, and the
Years later, I would soon turn thirteen after the winter. We still constantly collaborate with the other tribes regarding their progress on provisions every autumn, as preparation for winter, to ensure the safety of the people of the allied tribes. It was midwinter, and the heat and egg-laying season were in full swing for the Forest Lion Tribe. Different types of scent could be sensed all over the territory, indicating that most of the mature and youngling members of the tribe were undergoing their estrous and rut, while some had already laid their eggs and were already in the process of incubating them. The Elder Healer and I were busy brewing a tremendous amount of suppressant for the younglings and the unmarried males to prevent any unwanted incidents. I thought to myself that it had been too peaceful at the tribe for many days already. However, there was an intense sense of an eerie feeling that was bothering me for some reason. A female youngling suddenly rushed to the Elder H
Arvad's mother had gone mad due to the agony and grief, knowing her son could never do such things. Just before spring started, she disappeared, leaving her four male spouses and their eggs without a trace. The four males pleaded with my father to help them find their female spouse, so my father instructed half of the male tribesmen to search for the missing female. It had already been two weeks since they diligently searched for the missing female, but they couldn't find her or any clue as to her location, as if she had vanished into thin air.A few weeks passed, so my father tried to visit all the nearby tribes to inquire about the missing female but still failed to find a clue. They also tried to find Arvad, thinking he would know the location of his mother, but it was already too late when they found him deep in the forest with huge wounds from a beast attack. He had already passed away two days before he was found. They never found the female. The male spouses decided to move out