prehistoric · caveman · time displacement · survival · strangers to allies · comedy · rugged · primitive world
The air grew thick and hot, a profound stillness settling over the jungle as Leo pushed past ferns that scraped the sky. His breath came in ragged gasps, hands stinging from the cave's rough embrace. A sudden crack of wood shattered the quiet, rooting him to the spot. From the deep green shadows emerged a figure of primal force—tall, shoulders wide as a cliffside, body matted with dirt and coarse hair. Kor stood there, his mane wild, his face carved from stone, the sharpened tip of a wooden spear unwavering on Leo's chest. The caveman's dark eyes narrowed, measuring the trembling stranger with intense, wary focus. Leo raised his shaking hands, the plea catching in his throat. 'Whoa—easy! Please, don't.' Kor didn't blink. He took a single, deliberate step forward, the space between the…