Alternate version of crag and his son obsidian in the artists world as slaves. Crag was not born a slave like his son was so he is trying to teach his son how to spearfish like they would back at the coastal village on there ancestral island if they were not slaves as they are now.

Have a nice story planned to write for this art but cant do it until I decide names for these two alternate characters. Will update with story in the future as it happens.

Updated Story 02/08/22

Obsidian sat on a coastal rock as he watched his father. It was not a smooth rock though as only hours before it was underwater. But this young creature was no stranger to uncomfortable things so he barely noticed as he scratched under the slave collar around his neck to get at a itch. "Why are we doing this father?" He asked.

C'ragg did not turn his tired eyes from the task at hand as he looked at the water intently for moving shadows. "This is important son, now remember when you move the spear and your legs through the water do it slowly with special attention to any movement around your legs".

His son watched skeptically and after a bit of quiet mental debate decided to speak his mind. "All we are going to catch in this dirty water is a old boot." His father did not scold him but instead let out a low hiss calling for quiet as he slowly walked through the shallow water of the low tide. Raising his spear in hand he gave a quick thrust and pulled out its point with a old boot attached. Only seconds before he felt the fish swimming by but just missed it.

Pulling the old human leather boot off the end he threw it aside into the water with a plash and kept on moving slowly saying after a few slow steps. "Don't say it". The son had no intention of saying it but he still thought it. 'I told you so'.

It was a long quiet before the father got around to really answering his sons question. "I wont always be around forever to look after you son, you need to learn how to look after yourself. All I can do is teach you."

The boy knew his father was not always a slave. He often spoke of those days with sadness but the stories seemed alien to him. It was a life he never knew and did not think he ever would. But of all the stories his father told there was one he never answered when ask.

"Hey dad", the boy ask as he watched his father. "Why don't we ever talk about mom"? C'ragg's body froze in place in the water as his muscles tightened and his left horse like ear twitched and flicked. The boy knew instantly he would get no answer to the question. "I think we are done with todays fishing lessons, lets go home". The father said to his son.



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Original https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43862171/