A multipart series that shares the wonderful myths and legends of the Bushman or Boesman people.
With a single, guttural bark, the old baboon broke the stillness, sending a chilling message of impending doom. As if beckoned by this sinister call, dark shapes began to materialize around him. One by one, the hill seemed to come alive, giving birth to more menacing baboon silhouettes. Their numbers grew, their barks merging into an overwhelming cacophony of rage.
In a heartbeat, the horizon transformed. No longer a quiet, peaceful landscape, but a tidal wave of snarling, teeth-baring fury, hurtling toward the lone man, his vulnerable daughter, and the unknowing Koh inside the hut. The morning's serenity was shattered, replaced by the looming storm of a deadly confrontation.
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Thank you for your kind consideration.
Disclaimer:
Please consider that these are legends and myths of which very little art exists. Even though our retellings of these stories are accurate, we realise that the graphic depictions and artistic interpretations of scenes and characters may not always be entirely accurate. We mean no disrespect and have nothing but love and respect for the wonderful Boesman/Bushman people. Our sole purpose is to share their stories. Thank you for your kind consideration.
A multipart series that shares the wonderful myths and legends of the Bushman or Boesman people.
With a single, guttural bark, the old baboon broke the stillness, sending a chilling message of impending doom. As if beckoned by this sinister call, dark shapes began to materialize around him. One by one, the hill seemed to come alive, giving birth to more menacing baboon silhouettes. Their numbers grew, their barks merging into an overwhelming cacophony of rage.
In a heartbeat, the horizon transformed. No longer a quiet, peaceful landscape, but a tidal wave of snarling, teeth-baring fury, hurtling toward the lone man, his vulnerable daughter, and the unknowing Koh inside the hut. The morning's serenity was shattered, replaced by the looming storm of a deadly confrontation.
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If you like what we do , you are most welcome to like, share and subscribe.
You can directly support our writers and artists by joining us on www.patreon.com/TheLoreNetwork. All proceeds go directly to creators, and you’ll have access to exclusive content and early releases.
Thank you for your kind consideration.
Disclaimer:
Please consider that these are legends and myths of which very little art exists. Even though our retellings of these stories are accurate, we realise that the graphic depictions and artistic interpretations of scenes and characters may not always be entirely accurate. We mean no disrespect and have nothing but love and respect for the wonderful Boesman/Bushman people. Our sole purpose is to share their stories. Thank you for your kind consideration.