Cute_Bro

Waking up, Silo stretched his arms, blinking softly at the warm light of the sun entering through the window of his room, rubbing his eyes as his ears twitched as well, muscles waking up. Once the upper part of his body was stretched out, he got out of his makeshift hay bed, bending over to touch his toes, furry tail also shaking behind him. The morning for the boy began as always. Get semi-dressed, just enough to not be completely naked in case he was spotted, and run off to the river for a bath. Depending on the time of day he decided to wake up, he would either be early enough for no one to spot him, but have a chilly bath, or have a warmer bath from the sun, with the fear of being spotted by undesirables. Given the position of the sun, he knew it was the latter. So grabbing everything he needed, he headed out towards the river. While bathing, he noticed the young deer along the bank, confused by his appearance, and not realizing who he actually was. Good. One of the advantages of his appearance, even prey doesn’t see him as a predator. Despite enjoying the warm water, and not wanting to be seen, that was too good of a chance to pass up. Creeping silently out of the water, he grabbed his short bow and one of the arrows from the little quiver he had with him. One good shot later, breakfast was secured…or at least part of it. He decided he might as well clean the catch while he’s still bathing. Dragging the carcass along the bright green grass of the river bank, he took out a knife and began to skin the creature, removing the antlers as well. It’d be a nice trophy, or something to trade to the nicer humans out there. Meticulously, he proceeded to nick at the hide of the deer, and so began to peel back the tough skin and fur of the beast, continuing to drag along the body, cutting the skin each time. Strength and dexterity were needed to do it right, to be nimble but strong, and the slim arms of the boy hid a strength capable to do that…or maybe it was just experience from learning how his mother taught him. Either way, he was done in a matter of minutes, and with the pelt now free from the carcass, he proceeded to drag both to the river for cleaning. First was the pelt, and as he hauled it over the bank and dipped it into the running water, he could, for a while, see his face, his reflection in the stream; and he took a long look at it, analyzing his face and his features, pulled between happiness, and melancholy. He had heard many a word be used to describe him: Shifter, Animal Person, Freak, among many others varying in kindness. He didn’t know which of those names was the right one, if there was a right one…his mother never managed to tell him the true word to describe who he was before she was hunted; as for his father, well, his people really weren’t ones to be monogamous. The males usually mated, protected the mother of their children, and once the children were born, proceeded to leave in search of another mate. The only ones of his kind who were monogamous were the Civilized. The Civilized…as he washed the pelt and let it hang over a nearby bush to dry he thought about The Civilized…those like him that let themselves be owned by humans. Some were nice…some were ruthless, but it was a chance to live a more comfortable life. He didn’t know if that’s what he wanted. He had seen good humans and bad ones, from the poachers who took his mother away to the nice older girl that came to pick flowers with him and receive the things he didn’t need or want when he hunted. With the pelt dry, as well as himself after finishing his bath and cleaning the blood off of him, Silo slung the hide over his shoulder, and then managed to raise the carcass on the pelt on his shoulder, so as not to get himself sticky with blood and meat juice, the little that got on the hide could be washed again. Once comfortable, he began the trek back home, both a bath and breakfast taken care of. This was the life of a wolf-boy in the forest, a wide, hollowed out tree his home; and after taking a bit of meat out for breakfast, he was ready for the day. Dressing up properly, he could now leave and explore. Despite the dangers of hunters, he was always eager to explore and find something new. Maybe someone like him, maybe a sword to begin an adventure. Maybe he’d find a group of heroes who wanted him to join them. Or perhaps a nice person would make him a Civilized, and stay with him forever. He had no clue, he didn’t even have the assurance that he’d survive while exploring…but it was fun, and it took his mind off the solitude of being alone. If he could find one person that was nice to him, it'd make the dangers of being hunted worth it. It made him not feel as different as he did when he was alone. He wanted to live like any other boy, and just like every other day, he set off, hoping to find that experience.

I like these ideas, especially the first one. Doesn't even need to be a challenge per se, just a continuing story where everyone decides on what may be the best way forwards on the story, or straight turns, each one taking the story in a different path, so the challenge becomes to follow the path led on by the previous one. The issue is, like Sera and Oji-san Sensei (WritesNaughtyStories) said, there's just a lack of attention here. Personally, for me it comes from the lack of notifs I get when something new is posted, so real life kind of makes me have to have a visual ping to remind me of stuff, which is why I forget. No way though I'm gonna quit this. This club makes me challenge myself in writing in all aspects, SFW and with the big N before. I appreciate that challenge, and I want to keep trying.

Damn it, I never remember to check, becuase I don't get notified when you post a new challenge...Imma do the next one, just need to remember, sorry :C

If a PC counts as a toy, then yes, guilty The next poster is guilty of having suffered an instant turn off by someone

Guilty, pretty sure I'm on my 5th by now The next poster is guilty of having preordered a game once in their life

Not Guilty, I have never made sweet sweet love to anything really. The next poster is guilty of having been caught with a sex toy

Not guilty, unless you consider a honey and ham sandwich something where mustard has no business in The next poster is guilty of dunking rather than dipping their fries in ketchup

Hmmm...depends on if I'm talking about myself or if I prefer my partner. For my partner, not guilty, I kind of like the shave, but I understand it's not the most comfortable thing, hence why for me personally, it's guilty, it's a pain to trim down below... The next poster is guilty of having waxed before

Umm...never really thought about it...I like clothed sex though so Guilty? I guess? The next poster is guilty of never having gone fishing before

Not guilty, pancakes are for breakfast, and it stays that way. The next poster is guilty of having found hair in their food at a school cafeteria

Given an opneing of slots, we shall bump this

Not guilty, where I live you learn to eat spicy, it's just a given. The next poster is guilty of eating too much spice

Guilty as charged, I do prefer bounciness over size to be honest. The next poster is guilty of liking thighs over any other body part

Guilty af, and with classes done, and my friend in need of some fun, I will be having fun hitting the billiards table this Saturday! The next poster is guilty of considering themselves good at billiards

Oh dear two guilties or not! @IsabellaRose If we're talking about Texas Hold 'Em, then yeah guilty, better to quite while you're ahead before betting and losing it all...we're talking about poker right? 0.0 @Roxy Love Not Guilty, haven't had a shirt like that The next poster is guilty of staining their favorite piece of clothing with an unremovable stain

Guilty! Well at least when I played it last, so like 13 years ago...not sure now. The next poster is good at any sport

Not guilty, that is a sin of man, punishable by death The next poster is guilty of mixing different types of juices to make a sort of punch

Not guilty, I put it in my golf sauce to add some extra tang, but I don't drink it directly. The next poster has cut themselves trying to cut a fruit

Not guilty, sometimes the parking lot is just too far away. Always make sure to place it someplace easy to get, and not interfere with the traffic ofc. The next poster is guilty of knocking something over during sex.

Guilty, in fact, I can do both! The next poster can touch the palms of their hands together behind their back

I assume by the original sin you mean sex...of which case I am not guilty...sadly... The next poster has never confessed (as in the Catholic sense of confessing your sins to a priest)

Not Guilty, it's apple time :3 The next poster is guilty of having gone to an apple orchard

Not Guilty, the skin is healthy for you The next poster is guilty of making homemade apple sauce

Looks back at being broken up cause friend got into first GF's head, then 2nd GF said she was gonna meet another guy and got knocked up on the same day. ...Yeah I think it's not guilty... Next poster is guilty of having better luck in love than I?

Oh oh too guilty; and I blame a majority of it on TerminalMontage and AEW The next poster is subscribed to 100+ creators on YouTube