Time flowed rapidly around them as each day they learned something new about themselves.
Each day they learned something new about the world.
They were not alone.
Geo'rgge during that time he began to dive deeper into the overall genetic codes of the world around him within this time it fascinated him to see how identical strands.
"Our codes our very make ups unique yet similar in shape and construction this world what truly made wonderful world of atoms"
As his inner mind proceeded to pick apart the structure of the world his life mate was further growing within her control over they elements.
She floated there in the air her legs crossed as where her arms her control over the very air allowing her to manipulate the currents sustaining her flight.
Her right hand reached out grasping for something as her eyes shoot open the key lines that were the air currents were being pulled towards her enclosed fist.
No sound no motion the world grew quiet as she opened her hand sparks of energy danced around her fingers.
What her eyes saw were the same as what her husband saw the world at it's most atomic structure, she pulled the wind currents around and towards her shifting the very atoms into the process of ionizing then thus generating lighting.
Geo'rgge couldn't help himself every time she progressed and grew it was like a new wonder to him further pushing his curiosity.
Geo'rgge curiosity, always a flaw, kept his attention fixed on his life mate, oblivious to the slow, predatory approach of the six figures. Each member of the hunting pack bore scars from previous endeavors, and their leader, a tall and powerful specimen, locked eyes with Geo'rgge companion.
As the leader stood, his team halted, forming a menacing tableau. Driven by an inexplicable desire, he advanced, spear at the ready. Geo'rgge, though smiling at his life mate, sensed an underlying tension. His instincts overrode the blissful moment; there were others nearby, and he could feel their presence.
"There you are," Geo'rgge murmured, his eyes scanning through the haze of atoms, seeking the source of the disturbance. Finally, he identified it—the genetic bonds of DNA. Six distinct signatures emerged, and as Geo'rgge processed the information, his eyes widened in shock. Their DNA was eerily similar to his, yet subtly altered, evolved in a way that mirrored their own transformations but on a different scale.
The air thickened with anticipation as the leader of the hunting pack closed in, driven by an unexplainable compulsion to possess what he could not comprehend. Geo'rgge, torn between protective instincts and the mysteries unfolding before him, braced for a collision of worlds, where the convergence of genetic similarities hinted at a profound connection yet to be unraveled.
Geo'rgge reached his hand out, poised to end them with a gesture of his fingers, yet an inexplicable force compelled him to lower his hand. He swiftly moved to stand protectively between the approaching threat and his life mate.
The intruder, transfixed by Geo'rgge life mate, halted with a grunt as his unit skillfully positioned themselves in a flanking overcovering formation. One wielded a satchel of spears for long-range assault, while the other clutched a crude bow and arrow. Both took positions on the left and right of their leader.
Two formidable figures flanked Geo'rgge on either side, though lacking visible weapons, exuding a palpable aura of lethality. The leader's second maintained a strategic position behind and to the side.
The leader, spear at the ready, locked eyes with Geo'rgge. It was then that Hen're'it, his life mate, spoke to him.
"My shining star, do you not see it—the cascading and rolling structure of their weapons?"
In that crucial moment, Geo'rgge overrode his primal instinct, focusing on the truth of her words. The ore they used was unlike anything he had encountered on his journey so far—its complexity surpassed even their own binds
As Hen're'it spoke, the leader's second, leaned in and whispered to him.
~"Delmok, my hunt brother, I do not understand their words, but this is taking too long. The tribe cannot endure another cycle of the great Fire; we will lose many."~
Delmok locked eyes with them, particularly Hen're'it, before turning slightly.
~"Zobi, I am going to pierce this male and take the female. The great herds will not be far."~
With a sudden, merciless motion, Delmok drove his spear through the male's chest, an act executed without warning, leaving an indelible mark on the unfolding narrative.