Sim Sparrow Stories

I will be posting my modified historical sims legacy from the prehistoric era to the future era. The next part in the few installment will involve blood + murder and I want to make a fair warning now that my blog is NSFW and will involve some gruesome storylines. 

One of my degrees is in history - so I find myself fascinated with the good and the very bad we as a species have been through. Since this is a historical run through and legacy you can expect the NSFW to run from sex, war, murder, miscarriage, affairs, abuse, etc. This is a general warning for my blog and story that this timeline will get very dark at times. 

I have also lived a very difficult life. I’ve suffered from SA multiple times. I have lived with severe mental illness and abuse. So I will incorporate some of my own realities into later storylines. 

“No, this can’t be happening to me!” Fern cried out. 

She sunk to the floor, her forearm pressing against her stomach. She had only just wiped her mouth free of the vomit that spewed out. 

There on the dirt floor, Fern sunk deep into a sob. The word she was fearful to speak into existence swirled in her head, filling her up like a drowning river until she gasp and said;

“I can’t be,” Fern sniffled, burying her head in her lap. “I can’t be pregnant!” 

She had to do something about this. She was too young and so was Ruko...Ruko, she groaned thinking his name. What would he say when he found out? Or his parents? Or her parents. 

She could see the shock and disappointment in their eyes. She buried her head further. She didn’t want to think of this anymore. 

She didn’t want to become a mother, not now, not yet. 

With their older siblings abandoning them for other reasons. One might think the rest of the night went to hell. The only one keeping an eye on the children was the Watcher, that proved to be enough. 

River and Rain had little interest that night to get their elder siblings in trouble. I mean, if they did Forest would totally hoist them up by their ankles and dunk them in the river. Instead the girls did something mature....they played nicely and entertained their toddler sibling. 

River and Rain might be impish in nature, but they had kind hearts. They played peek-a-boo and other games to entertain their sister. They wanted her crawl and move about the hut and encouraged her on her moment. 

Not long after Juniper destroyed the basket, Forest gave his twin a thumbs up and told her he was going to the nearby lake to fish. Fern protested the unfairness of that, but Forest had run away before she could stop them. 

Now Fern was in charge of watching three little troublemakers. 

She sighed looking at her charges, thinking of all the places she’d rather be tonight and all the things she would rather be doing. 

She kept one eye on her roughhousing siblings to make sure they didn’t accidentally maim themselves...or worse. 

But most of the elder Asgon child attention was spent on thinking of her new romantic partner--erm, friend. Was he a friend? What should she even call him? And at what point would others find out their friendship had evolved into something more, something physical and beautiful and intimate?

River and Rain were in their own worlds that night. They were wrestling, laughing, and playing with Juniper. 

“And like we always promised,” River said raising her voice so Fern could hear. 

Rain finished the line for her, also raising her voice. “No boy will ever come between us!” 

The two sisters laughed, watching Fern’s face crumple. They had made a joe at her expense and it landed, or so they thought. 

But Fern was not grimacing because of the child watching or the commentary. No something else was deeply wrong with Fern. 

“I-I have to go,” Fern said, suddenly and with an urgency that surprised her sisters. “Watch Juniper.” 

They watched their sister clutching at her abdomen as she raced from their bedroom hut to their privy. 

One night while their parent were away at an important elder meeting, Forest and Fern were in charge of the younger siblings. Their parents had been stressed, frowns etched deep into their faces as they left. They wouldn’t tell their teenage children their concerns. And with their youth, the teens were able to put that to the back of their mind. 

There were several constants upon which the tribe could always expect. 

One was that life was fleeting and came to an end that always seemed to early, too cruel upon its victims. 

Another constant was to expect the unexpected when it came to the weather. It seemed like the climate was determined by the Watcher. You could never quite count on the rain to come when the crops were thirsty or the sunshine when the leaves needed to grow. 

The constant that women like Sparrow and Tsala thought about was this:

There will always be a steady stream of life in the tribe. 

Juniper’s arrival to the tribe was not insignificant but it was not the only birth in recent months or years. 

Just when the mother’s felt like they had done the impossible, birthed new family members, who they raised dutifully from infants, to children, to teenagers, and for some parents, adults, another baby would be born, starting the whole cycle over again. 

While watching the older children and the toddlers, Tsala leaned over with a cheeky grin to Sparrow and said, “you can always count on that. A night of ale, a flirtacious thrust of a hip at solstice celebrations and then....” Tsala extended her hands to the spread of children before them. 

Sparrow giggled, finishing her thought, “And then, in a few seasons, watch as the children bloom.” 

The two mothers started cackling. The children around them were oblivious to their commentary. They were busy in worlds of their own. 

Kadji was busy telling an embarrassing story of Ruko that made River howl with laughter. 

In exchange, she swapped one of Fern. 

On the other side of the log seats, Rain was in an animated conversation with Karvoka. 

Rain, much to her parents worry, was a bit of a flirt with the boys of the village. 

The boys responded in kind to Rain who they often complimented as being cool and unlike their boring or annoying sisters. 

Many of the children Tsala and Sparrow were tasked with watching that day were still wholly bought in to carefree childhoods. They were in the “yuck” stage when thinking about romantic interests. 

And the attempts at flirting often were humorous or unproblematic for their ages. 

Sparrow and Tsala found it amusing to watch the early stages of interest in a partner they saw in the children. 

Luckily...teenage hormones were quite a few years off for most of the children. They were still kids, having fun and being goofy. 

Sometimes Tsala and Sparrow wished the children could stay that way forever. 

With his four other children older and more able to help manage the family’s duties, Sky was able to devote much time to Juniper. It was equal parts heartwarming and sad for the father. He had wished he could have been there for more of these precious and fleeting moments with his four other children. So with his regrets tucked away, Sky spent every moment he could bonding with Juniper. 

While their elder siblings were off swapping saliva and ogling their friends, the younger twins were busy having a carefree and jovial childhood. 

River and Rain were the reasons for their parents graying hair. Both children were brimming with confidence and a devastating amount of mischief. The two children had always been popular amongst their peers, trading gossip and jokes. When their parents eyes were on the young Juniper toddling away, Forest and Fern and their teenage hijinks, or their general tasks to staying alive like forging for food and searching for fresh water, the twins took the opportunity to come together and without parental supervision, plant some chaos. 

No matter how old she was, how tall she grew, or what she went through, Fern would always be Sparrow’s little girl. 

Sparrow felt so strongly as she watched her eldest child and first daughter age up into the mature and caring woman she was, that her namesake, her departed sister, Fern was guiding her niece. Fern’s spirit lived inside the girl. 

“I love you so much, Fern,” Sparrow said through an easy laugh. 

Night had settled and the watering hole had long since cleared out once Fern and Ruko emerged from their hut. They ate a meal in mostly silence as the two of them digested this monumental shift in their life. The two friends for life had put their bodies together until they formed one spirit. 

Fern kept thinking about their years together, chasing small creatures in the forest, climbing trees, swimming in cool waters on hot afternoons. But when she looked at Ruko she didn’t see that boyish face in her memories. His jaw was chiseled, his eyes sharper, a stronger light emanating from within. 

When Fern looked into Ruko’s eyes, she saw her own reflection and knew his vision of her had changed as well. 

They left their meal and were heading back to their family’s lands, Ruko’s hand on the small of Fern’s back. He held her there, guiding her back to the path when Fern stopped and pointed to the large oak tree. 

“Let’s climb it,” she said, a wide smile taking her mouth, “for old time’s sake.” 

Ruko grinned and followed her. The two of them climbed to the first sturdy branch where they rested. Here instead of the normal easy flowing conversation there came silence as Fern hung upside down with a quizzical look on her face. Ruko leaned forward. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, not really hiding the tinge of worry in his voice. 

Ruko led Fern to a secluded hut, where no eyes would witness their actions. once the pair stepped over the threshold and into privacy they were on each other, like their animalistic lust for each other’s bodies had taken over all their senses. 

Ruko had never done this before and neither had Fern. There was a confidence in Ruko and his direction that calmed Fern. This was Ruko, her oldest and dearest friend. They had grown up alongside each other experience the world together. Now they were experiencing a whole new side of each other they never knew. 

Ruko was firm, yet gentle with Fern, leading her down to the fur and feathery log bed. He kissed her, caressed her with the utmost care and in return, Fern opened up to him completely. They lacked the full understanding of their acts, having never received this kind of instruction or education, but quickly it seemed their instincts kicked in and they knew. 

They spent this intimacy together for what felt like a forever and yet ended so soon. Their skin against skin and sweat pooling together ending in one final burst of action from Ruko. 

Then came the silence punctuated only by the hard pants slipping from parted lips. 

In this transitory moment, the last breath of friendship, the final moment of their youth seemed to slip by with a wide-eyed understanding. Fern’s eyes were wide as she caught Rujo’s stare, just as exhilarated, dumbfounded, and surprised as she was. 

Fern was holding her breath, waiting for the inevitable shattering of this moment with the harsh reality of Ruko’s words. But he only smiled at her, running his hand through his dark hair and said, 

“I think I love you, Fern.” 

Fern and Ruko were not unlike the other couples gathered at the watering hole. They pressed close together, hands intertwined, hearts beating loudly against their chest, and their eyes drowning in affection. 

They walked around the watering hole, talking about a future. They were on the cusp as teenagers. Almost adults. Almost ready to move from their parents huts and become their own family. 

They stopped after a point, looking at Limli and Granga as they became incredibly...public with their affections. Both of them made a “yuck” noise when seeing that. The two of them preferred quite affections. 

“He looks like he’s sucking her face off,” Fern said gagging. 

“And worse yet,” Ruko paused, wrinkling his nose, “it looks like she likes it.” 

The two sweethearts laughed, cringing away from that ostentatious display of love. 

“I can’t imagine doing that where my friends or brother could see,” Fern shook her head. 

“Me either...” Ruko replied. Then there was a beat of silence. Ruko punctuated the moment with a squeeze of Fern’s hand. “Why don’t we go somewhere more...private?” he offered. 

Fern’s cheek flushed with a red excitement. She was too taken aback to answer with words, so she only nodded. Ruko reached over and kissed her forehead. 

With Nuri’s urging, Granga decided to make his affection for Limli known publicly. The two were wrapped around each other like vines as if separating would end both of their existences. 

“You’re getting better each lesson,” Ibha said, complimenting Forest. 

“Watching you maneuver in a brawl is like watching a bird take to the sky,” Ibha said in her soft voice. Forest blushed. 

“I’m so proud of you, Forest,” Ibha twinkled a smile at her dearest friend. “You put so much of your spirit into our people.” 

Forest was playing it cool on the outside, his facial expressions neutral, but inside, was a different story. 

“Thank you, Ibha. That means so much coming from you.” Forest voice grew gruffer as he struggled to hide the rapid pulse rocking through his veins. “I value your opinion above all others.” 

“That’s how I feel about you, you know,” Ibha said unabashed. “I love you so much, Forest. You have been my constant companion since we were only saplings.” 

Forest was taken aback by Ibha’s bluntness. Love. Ibha loved him. 

How could he ever be so lucky to have a friend like her? 

“I...” Forest stuttered, trying to unscramble his thoughts.He tried to wrap his lips around the world but his courage failed him. “I feel the same about you.” 

To her credit, Ibha didn’t frown or lose her softness. 

Forest cleared his throat and looked to his companion. “I mean it, Ibha. I work so hard because I want to prove myself worthy of this tribe, of our people, of you.” 

A distant buzz droned in his ear. This was the most vulnerable he had ever been with her. He was scared to be so open, but once the words left his mouth, a sense of calm rushed over him. 

“You are worthy, Forest,” Ibha murmured. 

The two continued their walk for a while, the blush never leaving their faces. While life wasn’t always easy, with Ibha, it all felt worth it. 

The tension in the room settled into knots in each of the teenagers. Amina had been whisked away by her father and with the elder tribesmen, Gharr and Sky leaving, the teens were alone. 

Collectively they decided to move toward the watering hole, a place they could just unwind and be free this afternoon. 

No more barks from Musa or grunts from Gharr. They were free to have the hot day to themselves. 

Unsurprisingly, the teens split up upon arrival, splintering into intimate groups of two. 

The hot weather, the stress of their expectations and responsibilities to their elders and tribes as a whole took a lot on them. And with hormones raging through their bodies, the company of an attractive friend was the antidote. 

It was no surprise that Forest and Ibha split off from the others quickly. No one ever expected them to hang out in larger groups anymore. They had stars in their eyes for each other. It was nearly impossible to separate them. 

Some romances like that of Nbolki and Ando were just beginning to bloom. 

Will they continue their path toward a union of spirits, or would they drift apart as they age?

“Your key to survival may come down to weaponless combat,” Musa said, his booming voice carrying over the fight. “How well can you dodge or how easily can you topple your opponent without a spear or a knife? The answer to these questions may be the difference between life or death.”

“Hmm,” Gharr grumbled. “Terrible footwork on your girl, Sky.” 

Sky sat on the edge of his stone stool, watching his two eldest children scrap. He ignored Gharr’s comment. His children were trained by him. He knew they were good fighters. He taught them well. 

“That’s right Fern, keep him away,” Sky murmured to himself. “Don’t kick too high, Forest! You’ll knock yourself off balance.” 

There were varying degrees of attention and interest in the fight of their fellow teenage tribespeople. Dandelion looked on bored, tired after his own fight a round earlier. Meanwhile, Nuri was attempting to distract Granga with gossip. 

Granga’s eyes were fixed on the three one-on-one fights happening in the center of their teaching room. 

“So...do you have intentions to marry Limli or are your affections fleeting...she would like to know,” Nuri said, her voice lost in the commotion of grunts from the fighters and the commands and observations of their elders. 

The fights were not the childhood stretching and air punching of their youth. Those fighting were going after their opponents with all their might.

Gharkk was busy trying to explain the moves and the fighting that Limli and Nbolki could clearly see transpiring in front of them. Both of the women were unimpressed and tuning him out. 

As the room watched, Ruko nicely managed to miss a flying kick from his opponet, Ando. 

Limli was sweating and it was from more than just the ferocity of the summer heat. 

Tali had been losing ground the entire fight and the fury on her face was known. She waited for the perfect opportunity, watching each minute movement of Amina’s facial expressions and then--

WHAM! Tali took Amina to the ground and scrambled to top her. 

Amina’s head hit the fur covered dirt floor hard. She lifted her head up in a daze. Her opponent became a blur of brown fur and red hair. 

“Enough!” Musa called and all at once the fighting was finished. The opponents bowed to each other and panting faced the elder council. 

Amina’s eyes remained downcast, but she could feel her father’s frustration and angry moving through the room in waves. 

“Very good work today,” Musa cleared his throat. “Expert take down Tali. It seems Amina has much work to do.” 

The room’s tension popped with the disappointment in his words. What filled its place were sad eyes toward Amina who had to stand there stoically as her father berated her skills. Musa was tough on each of them, but his daughter most of all.