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Primitive Fantasy is imaginative artwork with a theme focusing on tribal, jungle, or prehistoric settings. It is NOT the same thing as traditional fantasy. Traditional fantasy is what you see in things like Lord of the Rings, Dungeons and Dragons, and World of Warcraft. For Primitive Fantasy, think Tarzan, Clan of the Cave Bear, and Shanna the She-Devil.


1. CLOTHING: Primitive characters wear animal skins, loincloths, leaves, feathers, beads, body paint, or anything you can make yourself when living in the woods; and some go naked. (Naked characters need other attributes such as spears, warpaint, or a proper background.) Primitive characters do NOT wear modern clothes, metal armor, or anything that would require spinning-wheel technology in order to make.

2. BACKGROUNDS: Not all pictures need to have a background, but backgrounds can confirm or disprove that the character belongs in Primitive Fantasy. Appropriate backgrounds are outdoors, including jungles, forests, caves, grasslands, and small huts. NO architecture, unless it is in ruins.

Absolutely off-topic: Modern-day scenes, futuristic scenes, cities, large-scale civilizations (including the Greeks, Egyptians, and Aztecs), advanced technology, machines, robots, steampunk, and large amounts of metal.


* Art must be clearly on-topic (see above).
* Fantasy characters and cultures only; no non-fantasy art of people from real cultures.
* Nudity is allowed, but it must be tasteful. No smut.
* Please put some effort into your art. It must look complete.
* Make sure the presentation is good. No lined paper, blurry photos, etc.
* No material that is racist, depicting rape, or otherwise offensive.
* Please submit art to the correct folder.
* AI Art will not be accepted.

Original rules and info: primitive-fantasy.deviantart.c…

More info on the nudity policy: primitive-fantasy.deviantart.c…

Thanks, :iconskyjaguar:

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Wild huntress (original) by NarmeShade
Tribal Warrior by volenck
Amazons by Mandilor
Voodoo by muratgul
Paintings, Drawings - Women
Froggy will never be the Same by RealmSeeker51
Kaa's Epilogue by RealmSeeker51
Lita Butt by TorvoArt
Kira the Cavegirl (New Design) by PaleoartStudios
Paintings, Drawings - Men

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Relaxation by ManVillageArt
Savage by PaleoartStudios
Tarzan 1 by sylviashadowart
Benjamin Michael Tanner's Tarzan by PaleoartStudios
Paintings, Drawings - Groups and Couples
Mowgli and Kichi (By 0zJim11) by Sylus17
Heroes of Drachenia - Chapter 1 cover by Demigod64
The Battle of Mu-Lemur by BrandonScottPilcher
The Savage Tarzan by PaleoartStudios
Non-Human Characters
Annoyed female Bad dino by BluetoeTheDino
Roise (Humantaur) by GGDINOSAURS
Bluetoe meets my old main Oc by BluetoeTheDino
Primitive Sakie by SoulSparklySakie
Landscapes and Scenery
The Lost Country A010 : Safari by Domynixx
Primal Rock by PaleoartStudios
Jurassic Country A034. Apocalyps. by Domynixx

Mature Content

Carnotaurus by PaleoartStudios
3-D Rendering

Mature Content

Fog Of War by dprostock
Where? by dprostock

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Nature Walk by Cdpierson5

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Sheridan, Princess of the Jungle by Graphic-Depiction
Photos and Photo-Manips

Mature Content

THE KONA TRIBE by RareEarthGallery
Happy New year by Haraak59
. by Haraak59
Jurassic Country A035. Migration. by Domynixx
Mudagoga the Orc Witch by FraterSINISTER

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Beastwoman by FraterSINISTER

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Ran, Ryu and Don by FraterSINISTER
Stegosaurus by FraterSINISTER
A Fateful Night, People ask me how I came to drive the Metal Men from our planet. I can tell you all about the rebellion, the battles, the spy network; undoubtedly these were deciding moments in my quest to free our people. But, it all started one fateful night when I was a young boy... I had lived under the rule of the Metal Men for as long as I could remember. We were told to never, ever leave the village at night. The Metal Men enforced a strict curfew, punishing anyone caught out after dark with imprisonment, or worse. But I loved my father, and I hated the Metal Men, so one night when he told me to follow him into the jungle, I broke the law and followed him. We snuck past the men who wear thick mechanical suits, and vanished among the trees. The forest floor was scantly lit from the light of the crescent moons. Something grunted in the distance, and I gasped in alarm, but all I saw was dark foliage and blinking bugs in the air. We walked for a long time. My legs started to get sore, and it was past my sleep time. “Father, where are we going?” I asked. “I can’t talk about it,” he replied. “Not until we are there.” I don’t know how my father was able to navigate through the bushes, it all looked the same to me, but we eventually reached a small clearing. In the center was a stone building. I could tell something had smashed it from above; there was a huge, jagged hole on the roof. Even in the dark, I could tell the dirt beneath us was bone white. My heart quickened with fear. The Metal Men had blasted this place with their sky bombs, the kind that kill the earth and make it impossible for seeds to grow. “What is this place?” I asked. “Hush,” Father said. “Come.” He lit a fire plate, and we crossed the desolate land, into the dark of the structure. We went down a series of passages and tunnels. Dead vegetation lined the walls. I jumped at the sight of bones sprawled over the floor. My father shielded my eyes and pushed me along. At last, we reached the innermost chamber. The air was stale and unpleasant to breathe. Strange symbols lined the walls; some of them I recognized from the patterns my people made in jewelry and loincloths, but some were alien to me. All of them were forgotten when I saw in the deep of the chamber, there was a statue. I drew a long breath as I stared in awe… I knew at once it was a Saar. The statue was carved perfectly with pointy teeth and feathers etched along the body. Its fearsome jaws were open wide, as if to bless…or condemn. “You are too young to remember the Old Days,” my father said. “Before you were born, we worshiped our god Kiwava. Our traditions hold that he ascended to godhood and saved our people. He took the form of a Saar, his favorite animal, and is thus represented as one. Because of him, the Saars were sacred to us.” His brown eyes fell to the ground. “But then the Metal Men came. They said the Saars resembled similar creatures that used to roam their distant Earth. But they had no reverence in their hearts…they used their powerful weapons of light and ships of metal, and killed them all.” My father’s voice cracked. I was shocked to see him so emotional, usually he was hard as stone. “The Metal Men desecrated this holy place,” he continued, “and threatened anyone who would dare speak of Kiwava with death.” He turned to the statue. The flickering light of his torch made it almost seem alive. “We will defy the invaders. It is time you learn your heritage. Come. Pray with me.” Slowly we approached the statue. So imposing was that Saur that I could not look into its majestic eyes. My father held his fire plate up to the Saur. “God of Old,” he prayed, “accept our offering and our obeisance.” He set the plate at the foot of the statue. We knelt and bowed our faces to the ground. “God of Old, Mighty Kiwava, please have mercy and liberate us from our oppressors,” my father begged. “Take vengeance upon the Metal Men who killed your precious Saars.” After a quiet moment, we sat on our knees and watched the god in adoration. I tried to imagine what it must have been like to have been in the presence of a live Saar. Slowly my fear ebbed and gave way to wonder. This was a god of my people, not from the strict pantheon the Metal Men had us praise. I silently echoed my father’s prayers, that we might be free one day. A whirring sound broke our concentration. Father’s eyes widened. “Quickly! We must—” The ceiling shattered above us. Like lightning my father pulled me to the side as bricks dropped to the floor. Through the hole above us, a Metal Man dropped down, and another, and another. Their armored suits of steel gleamed in the fire light. Father pushed me behind him, drawing his knife even though it would be useless against their armor. At once they aimed their rifles at us. “This is a restricted zone!” the leader’s voice boomed through his metal helmet. I couldn’t quite see his eyes behind the face plate. “You’re under arrest for violating curfew, trespassing, and engaging in illegal ideology.” “You have no right to be here!” my father screamed. “You stole our land!” “You know the rules,” the man answered irritably. “Your council ceded this whole continent to the Stellar Corporation years ago.” “Only because you threatened to exterminate us,” Father snarled. “Just like you exterminated the Saars.” The Metal Man leader shook his head. "They were animals. Nothing more or less. Your superstition is what holds you back." He shifted his gaze to the statue of Kiwava. Even though I could not see his face, his body was rigid with disgust. I hoped with all my heart that a miracle would happen, that my people's hero would appear from Heaven and smite these invaders. The man gave an order to his subordinates. “Smash it.” “No!” Father shouted. The two others stepped forward in their clunky metal boots. Father shoved me back as he leapt in their path. I remember feeling as helpless as a burrow mouse as one of the Metal Men seized Father and tossed him against the wall like a stone. “FATHER!” I ran to him and frantically turned him over. As I moved him, I could already see his back was bent at an unnatural angle. His face was frozen with shock, his limbs lifeless… I began to weep bitterly as the Metal Men stood on either end of the statue. They used the power of their metal suits and punched it over and over. In seconds, it had been reduced to rubble. The leader bent over and yanked me to my feet with a firm grip. “You’re under arrest.” There was no tenderness in his voice. It was like the whole ordeal had been a nuisance for him. I screamed for my father and struggled uselessly as the leader wrapped his arms around me and jumped us through the hole in the ceiling, into the night. I was detained in a holding cell for two days. They ultimately released me with a warning because I was a child, as if that made losing my father any easier. My mother squeezed me so hard when I was reunited with her, and it seemed like we both could not stop crying. We held a funeral in our home that night. It was painful not being able to retrieve my father’s body. I burned incense for him and wished him a safe journey to the next life. I went numb for about a month, handling my chores as if I were dreaming while awake. I hardly spoke, ate just a bite or two per meal. Life had become a frightening tale that wouldn’t end. Then, one morning when I went to the river to gather water, the sight of the river reminded me of when my father had taught me how to fish. How I missed him; it was like an ache I could not quell. Something growled in the distance. It was probably just a big lizard, but it made me think of the Saars that once roamed our planet. Were they really all gone, or did they survive somewhere in distant regions? Without thinking, I scooped a handful of red clay and stuffed it into my bag. That night, in the light of the growing moon, I sculpted the image of a Saar. It was crude and disproportionate, but I did my best to make it look like the statue in the ruined temple. I set the figure on my bed. Kneeling before it, I prayed to Kiwava for my father, and for the chance to avenge him. I still have that little idol to this day. I carried it with me a few years later when I formed a network of secret messengers. I had it in my bag a few years after that when I led a party to sabotage the Metal Men’s communication array. I made it into a necklace and wore it into battle when we finally stormed their command center and chased them off our planet for good. Let them cross the lightyears to the Earth and stay there. Ten years of fighting, plotting, bleeding…it all began one night, in a forgotten shrine, when I had prayed with my father for the last time., Years ago, while toying with different story ideas, the image of a tribal man and his son worshiping a dinosaur god came to my mind. It was so vivid that I commissioned an illustration (I could not draw it myself). The piece was complete and my imagination glowed in anticipation, yet for ages I did not know precisely what story needed to unfold...until at last the words whispered in my ear. The original concept may have spoken to me first, but it was brought to life by the wondrous talent of @BrandonScottPilcher. Without him the story you just read would not have been sparked. Thank you, Brandon!{Story Copyright 2024 by Raffalon. Image by @BrandonScottPilcher. All rights reserved.)

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Family Reunion,Southeast Asia, 50,000 years agoA high-pitched scream pierced through the jungle. Ungu stopped in her tracks, stunned by the noise, and plucked out her ivory knife from under the deerskin bands around her thigh. She darted her eyes over the surrounding undergrowth, searching for the source, while chilled perspiration collected on her brow. She could mistake it for nothing other than a human cry.The rattling of leaves and branches, the cracking of twigs, and the scuffing of little feet on the damp earth followed another scream. To her left, Ungu could see a nearby tree-fern’s feathery fronds slap a short, dark shadow that ran past it. Close behind shot a larger, orange blur that leaped and fell upon the former figure, with both disappearing behind a screen of thrashing foliage.Ungu dashed toward the disturbance to find a little boy pinned beneath a tiger’s paws. The poor child yelled and squealed as he flailed his fists at the striped cat’s face. Undaunted by his pathetic efforts to keep it at bay, the huge feline opened its drooling maw, lowering its fangs to his gullet, while its claws cut into his body.Shrieking her huntress’s cry, Ungu launched herself onto the tiger. She squeezed her arm onto its thick furry neck and pulled it away from its victim while drawing her knife overhead. Before she could stab the beast, it bucked her off, throwing her onto the jungle floor. Ungu rolled back to her feet and jumped to cut the cat off from the boy, who had in the meantime scurried to hide behind the buttress root of a tapang tree.Woman and tiger walked in a circle with eyes locked on each other. Ungu brandished and jabbed her knife back and forth, baring her teeth in a snarl much like her feline opponent. The tiger threw a paw at her, and she dodged it by a mere hand’s breadth. With a second swipe, its claws drew four dark red streaks across her shoulder. The flash of pain forced Ungu to stumble back while the beast turned to face the cowering boy once more. It lowered itself with rippling shoulders in preparation for a pounce.Suppressing her pain, Ungu flung herself at the tiger and grappled its neck as before, puncturing its breast with her knife in a furious flurry. The cat’s roaring shrilled into yowling and then broke up into a croaking rattle until its black-striped body fell limp in Ungu’s arms. It was dead.From behind the tree’s buttress root, the shuddering boy stared at his rescuer. His skin was dark brown like Ungu’s own, but the resemblance ended there. His thick and stocky body, protruding brow, and low sloping forehead gave away that he was one of the Oni, the people who had come down from the mountains northwest of the jungles. The shock of black hair on his head was also more loosely coiled in texture than that of Ungu’s people.She knelt and extended a hand to the child with a gentle smile. “Don’t worry, little one, I won’t hurt you. Can you understand me?”The boy nodded. “You Batek?”“Yes, I am of the Batek people. You may call me Ungu. And you?”“Me Tomtuk. Why you kill tiger, save Oni? Batek no like Oni!”“No, that isn’t always true. We can trade with the Oni anytime, and some of us even form couples with your people. The problem is that the children of Oni and Batek cannot themselves have children. I don’t know why, but that is the way it is.”The boy blinked at Ungu and scratched his head.“Even if you are Oni, I could not let that tiger kill you,” Ungu said. “You may not be Batek, but you are still a person. Now, where is your family, Tomtuk?”Tomtuk’s eyes glistened with welling tears. “Me father dead. Bad Oni kill me father, kill me family men. Bad Oni steal me mother, steal me family women. Me run from bad Oni.”As broken as his Batek may have been, Ungu had no difficulty piecing together what the Oni child meant. It tugged onto her heart to imagine him out in the jungle alone, robbed of both a mother and a father, the enemy clan having all but wiped out his own. No child should be forced into such a fate.“Where you family, Ungu?” Tomtuk asked.Ungu sighed. “I got cast out. Our shaman wanted me for his wife, and I refused. Then a crocodile killed another man in my band—what you might call my family, and the shaman blamed me for bringing bad luck upon them. They shouldn’t have, but the rest of the band believed him.”“Why you family believe ‘shaman’? You no kill man. Crocodile kill man.”“What you need to know is, a Batek shaman can make almost anyone believe what he says, and I couldn’t just kill him. All I could do was run.”Ungu placed an arm on the boy’s shoulder. “I guess we’re both without families now.”Tomtuk looked up at her with wide, gleaming eyes. “You become me mother, Ungu? Me become you son?”Ungu chuckled. “I don’t know if I would make the best mother for you, little one. I’ve never had a child before. Besides, might your mother not still be alive out there? You never said the bad Oni killed her.”“No, bad Oni no kill women. Bad Oni make women Bad Oni women.”Knowing exactly what Tomtuk would have meant by that, Ungu’s stomach knotted up with nausea. Those ‘bad Oni’ sounded every bit as terrible as the shaman she had known. “Then what we should do is save her, and the other women in your family, from those bad Oni.”“You no think good? Bad Oni many! Ungu one. Who you think win?”“You are right, it won’t be easy. But, if your mother still lives, we must try. We’ll figure out a way to free her. First, though, we must find out where the bad Oni went. Do you remember where they attacked your family, Tomtuk?”Tomtuk pointed toward the east. “Me family live by other side of river to east. You follow me.”“But be sure to stick close to me. Don’t go where I can’t see you. Understand?”The Oni boy nodded, and Ungu gave him a soft pat on his head., After a morning spent trekking eastward through the forest, Ungu and Tomtuk arrived at the bank of a meandering river fringed with thick reeds and swaying palm trees. They stopped for an hour to treat themselves to cool water from the river and smeared wet clay over their wounds to block out the lingering malicious spirits known to cause sickness. Once refreshed, Ungu followed the boy alongside the river upstream, always keeping an eye out for crocodiles and other dangerous creatures.A fallen tree trunk lying astride the river led them to a clearing in the undergrowth on the other side, where trampled piles of blackened leaves and branches lay in a circle surrounded by scattered ash and bones. Ungu recognized the piles of charred matter as the remains of temporary shelters not too dissimilar from those her own Batek people would build. Many of the bones still had morsels of decayed flesh clinging onto them, effusing a rancid odor that mixed with that of smoke to pervade the entire camp.Tomtuk knelt over one of the skeletons, placing his hand on a skull with the same sloping forehead and prominent brow ridge that he had. Tears streamed from his eyes and dripped onto the bone. “Me father. He good Oni. He love me all time.”Ungu rubbed the boy’s shoulder, absorbing his grief as if it were her own. She too had lost her father when she was a girl on the cusp of womanhood, although it was malaria rather than violence that had sent him to the ancestors’ realm. To see the little Oni child mourn was like seeing herself mourn all those monsoons ago.She noticed the skeleton’s lower arms were missing, with straight cut marks streaking the humeri. “What happened to his arms?” Ungu asked.“Bad Oni cut off arms, legs, eat them.” Tomtuk said. “Oni eat Oni all time. Oni taste like boar.”Ungu forced herself to keep down the vomit rising in her throat. “By the spirits, your people can be disgusting!”The boy pouted at her. “Oni eat all meat. Same as tiger, crocodile, leopard, dhole, all eaters of meat. If you hungry, you see meat, why you no eat meat?”“I…guess I can’t argue with that. Sorry for hurting your feelings, Tomtuk.”Searching the ground around the camp’s edges, Ungu found weathered human footprints in the earth that led out toward the east away from the river. She could find at least five trails of prints, all laid by large grown men, and she could tell by their depth that they had to have each carried a heavy burden. It could have been the meat of their victims, or the hapless women if the brutes hauled them onto their shoulders. Or both.“Tracks of bad Oni,” Tomtuk said as he stood beside Ungu. “Cave of bad Oni that way. You think you able fight bad Oni?”“Not all at once,” Ungu replied. “What I want to do is sneak your mother out. Maybe attack the bad Oni from a distance if I must.”She picked up a bamboo spear lying on the camp floor and used her knife to chop off its ends, both of which she further cut into sharp, slender darts which she then slipped into the thick coils of her hair. Inserting one of the darts into the hollow bamboo shaft, Ungu placed her lips on one end while aligning the other with a myna bird flitting overhead. With a hearty puff, she blew the dart into the bird, knocking it from the air down to the earth.Tomtuk stared at her with mouth agape. “Whoah, how you do that?”“We call this a blowgun,” Ungu said, tapping her new weapon with her finger. “My father taught me how to use them. I would have preferred poisoned porcupine quills for the darts, but we must make do with what we have here.”The Oni child picked up the fallen bird and licked his lips. “Me hungry now.”Ungu gave his head a playful rub. “So am I. We’ll have that for our midday meal before we go tracking down those bad Oni who took your mother.”,,, After treating themselves to roasted myna bird and then resting for another hour, the pair sneaked down the trail of footprints going eastward. Although the tangled treetop canopy got in the way of a clear view of the sun, the jungle underneath darkened over time, with the rays of sunlight that arrowed between the leaves and vines dimming with their source’s descent toward the west. Instead of leading Ungu as he had earlier, Tomtuk huddled close behind his Batek protector, whimpering with building dread. As much as she wanted to comfort him, she too could feel her heart fluttering within her as they went on.It was almost sunset when they came upon a vine-festooned cliff that rose twice as high as a bull elephant, with a black cave yawning into its face beside a hissing waterfall. A flat table of rock rolled out of the cave’s entrance like a monstrous tongue, with a stream flowing from the waterfall around its curved edge. On top of the stony platform sat four hunched, thickset shadows around a dancing pillar of smoke, the orange firelight giving their wide and beetle-browed faces the look of malignant spirits from the underworld.Ungu and Tomtuk crouched within a patch of elephant-ear plants, with the woman gently pushing the boy’s head underneath the cover of the plants’ broad triangular leaves. The scent of cooking meat floating from the campfire would have made her mouth melt into drool had she not remembered what her new little friend had said about the Oni’s appetite for their own kind’s flesh. She did not want to know what these men were gnawing on as they laughed and bantered with one another.One of the Oni men, who reared half a head taller than the rest, had a tiger’s striped hide draped around his shoulder as well as the skin and horns of a water buffalo on his head as a headdress. Tomtuk pointed to him. “That man Akar, big man of bad Oni.”Akar, the ‘big man’ of the clan, raised to his lips a limb of meat with the hand still attached and bit off a mouthful of it. Ungu shut her eyes with a grimace, praying to herself that it was the arm of an orangutan, gibbon, or macaque that he was eating instead of what she thought it was.Out from the cave walked another Oni man toward his clan-mates, carrying on his shoulder the body of a stocky woman with long, curly hair hiding her face. Ungu would have thought the woman dead at first, but after the man dropped her onto the rocky surface before his friends, she propped herself up with her hands with a dejected frown on her face. She had the same prominent brows and other facial features as the Oni men, but judging from her expression, she did not seem like she wanted to be among them the way one of their own clan would.Tomtuk started to yelp, but Ungu muffled his voice with her hand and a shush.“That woman me mother,” the child whispered. “Akar want her!”Akar rose to lumber toward the captive woman, grinning and smacking his greasy lips. He grunted in the guttural Oni language while his mates guffawed in a gleeful uproar. The poor woman looked away with gritted teeth while the big Oni brute pinched and lowered the thongs of his loincloth.Ungu could not let that happen. Even less when the captive’s own son was watching. Loading her blowgun and holding it to her lips, Ungu blew as hard as she could in the monstrous man’s direction.Akar roared to the twilit heavens, with blood trickling from his neck. He and his four companions all turned to face where Ungu and Tomtuk stood, curling their lips back to expose their teeth in provoked rage. Grabbing their bamboo spears and clubs, the Oni warriors hurtled off the table of rock toward Ungu, brandishing their weapons with bestial yells.She blew another dart at the incomers, but she only grazed one of the Oni men’s thick necks. He caught up to her and swatted a bone club at her. Ungu parried it with her blowgun and ducked under another Oni’s thrust of his spear. Behind her, Tomtuk cried out in terror as a third brute swiped his club at him. Ungu smashed her blowgun onto that Oni man’s forehead, splintering the weapon, but at least her friend’s attacker collapsed to the ground unconscious, with a red rivulet cascading from his injury.A big hand grabbed Ungu by the neck and lifted her off her feet. It was Akar who had her in his clutches, his cruel laughter showering spittle onto her face. “Me like this Batek woman. Make her me second woman!”Little Tomtuk ran up to Akar and hurled a fist into his crotch. The big Oni hollered again, with Ungu slipping out of his loosened grip. She reached for her knife on her thigh, but another Oni fighter seized her wrist and dragged her away. As she struggled to wrest herself free from her captor, she saw Akar slap Tomtuk with the flat of his hand, toppling the boy onto the jungle floor.Standing over the fallen child, the Oni named Akar held up his weapon, a buffalo jawbone with a chunk of sharpened obsidian glued to its tip. He growled in the Oni language as he swung his weapon down onto the boy. Before he could cut through flesh, Ungu smacked her other hand into that of the Oni who had grabbed her wrist, tearing herself free so she could ram her head into Akar’s hip. He staggered aside with his hatchet chopping through empty air as Ungu yanked the boy away from the brute, lifting Tomtuk onto her shoulder.She turned to face where the child’s mother lay on the tongue of rock before the cave, but another Oni warrior blocked Ungu’s way. Drawing out her knife, she sliced across his eyes and shoved the crumpling man out of her path. A third Oni man, the one who had caught Ungu’s wrist earlier, lunged his spear at her, but a ball of rock flew into his temple, punching a hole in it. Looking in the direction where the stone had flown, Ungu saw Tomtuk’s mother smirking with defiant triumph.That was when Akar sneaked up behind his captive and wrung his arm around her neck, choking the Oni woman. “We make deal, Batek woman! Go back, or we kill her!”“How about we kill you instead?” Ungu countered.She chucked her knife at Akar. It spun through the air until the point of its ivory blade buried itself into his brow. The big Oni slipped off Tomtuk’s mother and fell without any more life onto the rocky floor beneath him. Only one Oni man remained within sight of the cave, but he had dropped his spear and fled into the darkness of the jungle beyond, yelping like a panicking dhole.Beneath a moonlit and star-sprinkled sky, Ungu laid little Tomtuk in his mother’s arms. The Oni woman and her child hugged one another tightly, both of their cheeks glossed wet with tears.“More good Oni women in cave, one Batek woman too,” Tomtuk’s mother said. “You save me son, Batek woman, me cannot thank you enough.”“You are welcome, mother of Tomtuk,” Ungu said. “May your ancestors watch over you and your son.”Picking up a stick of burning tinder from the Oni men’s campfire, Ungu entered the cave behind them. Her torchlight revealed four other Oni women, and one Batek woman like herself, kept within a pen fashioned from bones. After cutting out an opening in this cramped enclosure, Ungu got all the captives out, with each of them thanking her for coming to their rescue.“Ungu? Is that you?” the one Batek prisoner asked.Ungu blinked twice, realizing she did indeed recognize this woman. “Jurong, my sister! What are you doing here?”“I got separated from our band, and those Oni men captured me. Wait until the band hears about this!”“Wait, what about the shaman? Am I not still cast out?”Jurong wrinkled her nose. “Oh, don’t worry about that old son of a mangy dhole. As soon as he tried to go after me the way he did you, we had him thrown to the crocodiles. Everyone misses you now, especially Mother. Please come back to us, my sister!”Ungu embraced her sister with all the strength she had not already exhausted that night. “Of course, I will!”After she and Jurong walked out of the cave, they waved the regrouping Oni family farewell. The moment before she left with her sister, Ungu gave the boy Tomtuk one final rub of his head.“Looks like we both have our families back, little one,” she said., In the fifty millennia since, the Batek people would spread all over eastern Asia, and then to the Americas, Australasia, and the isles of the Pacific. Over the centuries, their myriad descendants would continue evolving to adapt to the many different environments they colonized, much as humans did elsewhere on the globe. On the other hand, it is unfortunate to say, the Oni would fade out of existence, perhaps crowded out or absorbed by humans of the Batek lineage.Yet the Oni, remembered today as the Denisovan hominins, would not leave history without a legacy. Despite what Ungu may have believed, some of them could in fact produce fertile offspring with humans on occasion. Geneticists estimate that, to this day, between 0.2 and 6 percent of the ancestry of modern East Asian, Native American, and Oceanian people comes from the Denisovans, in addition to the 1 to 4 percent ancestry all human beings outside of Africa have that comes from the Neanderthals.
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Hello, everyone. I apologize for not informing everyone earlier, but I've already updated our off-topic and rules section, that AI art will no longer be accepted. That means AI-generated art, AI-enhanced and AI-assisted (meaning AI-made backgrounds) are verboten now. I personally don't think that AI art fits our group's mission.
PS: I'm not banning digital art. PPS: We are not accepting "reaction memes", and photoshops.
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itsdorou Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2024  Professional Traditional Artist
Miraya (OC) - Commission Work by itsdorou  
davidtjbrennan Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2024
Can jungle boy and girl art be included please?
StrongCastleStudios Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2023  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for adding my Cavewoman illustration to your Gallery!!
elbafo Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2023
Thanks for the request on Moments of Wonder :) (Smile) 
JanePorter23 Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2023
Hi, thanks for add me!!
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Thanks to add!!
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Some of my works

Oparuh et la Captive by RedMajutsushi   La Chute de la Maison Orsoya by RedMajutsushi  
GeneralHelghast Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2022   General Artist
Guys, I am hoping to have this posted into this group. And no, it's not a fetish.  MHA Caveman Fumikage Tokoyami by GeneralHelghast
BigD1987 Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2022
I simply don’t think these edits fit the group. Literally nothing against you, it’s me. Sorry.
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