Setting: Prehistoric Lands, with all characters being clothed in typical caveman attire (animal-skin loincloths/tunics, no shoes, no shirts for the men, bone carved accessories)
P.S. All dialogs are translated from an Unknown Ancient Language.
This story is meant to inspire stories of a similar setting. If anyone decides to write stories about men in the Primeval AGe. Please reply on my page. Thank you.
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Intro
My name is not important. The only thing that matters is the secrets I will reveal and the stories I shall tell. I descend from a species that branches from humanity. We are called Nephlim, people who are naturally born with bodies and minds altered to near-superiority. Our physical bodies are toned to peak condition from birth and we have the power to alter our forms like clay to become whatever we desire. Objects, Animals, The Elements, nothing is beyond our powers of transformation. We are also in tune with the universe, able to sense the thoughts and feelings of others.
Our origin is a mystery even to us, with the records only describing that our first Nephlim, Rephiq, was transformed by the touch of powerful beings during primeval times. He built a powerful clan of nomads, and traveled the world while indulging in the world's pleasures. For millennia, we have lived in secret along with humanity, being labeled as spirits by most of you, while using our powers to ensure fortune for ourselves. I have decided to share our secret history, telling stories about the various members of my people--my family.
The Great War Spirit
Rephiq swims in an empty lake, contemplating his surroundings. It has been four years since he was exiled by his tribe and was abducted by beings that are beyond comprehension. His memories of this are broken, only being able to recall being strapped to a metal slab naked, with them doing things to his body. Suddenly, he senses a sabretooth in the immediate area, and gets out of the water. He dons his animal skinned loincloth and approaches the beast unarmed. With his new power, we manages to intimidate the beast with his teeth morphed into fangs, and growing claws. Then he launches toward the animal, morphing his body to wrap around it like a cobra. Rephiq squeezes the predatory feline until it dies.
He stands over the defeated creature with an animalistic glance, then prepares to harvest his bounty. However he is interrupted by a rustling in the bushes. Immediately, Rephiq morphs into a massive alien-like version of the sabretooth and ambushes a group of young hunters. They seemed as muscular and armed as one would expect, but even they saw Rephiq more intimidating.
He was 19 years of age and a primeval African. He had short dreads and small horns on the front of his head. His skin was dark, he was at least 9ft tall, and his comprised of only the knee-length loincloth. As a result of his training and alteration, he had a slender, but athletic frame with white tribal markings covering certain areas of his body and face. His muscles comprised of a defined chest, eight pack abs, and solid limbs. The hunters knew from rumors that beneath his loincloth was a dimpled buttocks and a cock that was 8 inches soft and 10 inches hard.
The frightened men stand back in caution, with their spears pointed at the angry Rephiq.
Rephiq: Who are you? WHAT DO YOU WANT?!
The men jump back, then one of them bravely comes forwards.
Natu: My name is Natu of the Uten tribe and we were hunting that sabretooth.
Rephiq: This is my kill! I hunted it fairly.
Natu: Our tribe needs the meat badly. Please! Receiving this will bring much rejoicing from them.
At that statement, Rephiq was affected. He calmed and simply threw the carcass in front of the hunters.