Gero~Gero'GreGero'Gero

The fall of Skikker, and the rise of Gero~Gero'GreGero'Gero
Our story begins quite some time ago, back when Skikker were less isolated from each other and the tropical rainforests were full of promise and hope. They celebrated each new day of life in this new damp, warm world unlike the temperate rainforest they came from. Skikker homes were crafted from the leaves of the rainforest, quite firm and rigid. Fresh fruit was gathered daily, and the rainforest was at peace. However, within the year dozens of Skikker had gone missing, and search parties were being pushed by the masses. They had no real leading figure during this time, but the collection crew who harvested berries were given the chance to prove themselves. They knew the rainforest better than anyone, so they were given the role of leaders. Several search parties were equipped with blades made from the leaves of their homes. With their leaf blades in hand, they learned how to climb the trees and spent months searching for the lost Skikker. The search parties never came back, and soon the last of the Skikker born in the village were sent out to search. After spending so long searching through the tropic jungle, discussions broke down, Skikker became agressive towards anything taking their food as they took to the trees foregoing the dangerous ground below. Skikker began to hunt each other down to lessen the competition and mating became a dangerous game of cat and mouse. One Skikker born to two incredibly skilled parents was named Gero'GreGero'Gero, or "Skikker who watches". It is a name given to those with promise of good luck against ambushes, said to give the child full clarity of vision. Of course, when he grew to open his eyes, he could not see a thing. With plenty more real warriors in the clutch waiting to grow their legs, Gero'GreGero'Gero was abandoned, left to the floor of the jungle. With nothing but his name, he wandered aimlessly through the mass of trees and foliage. Despite his loss of vision his knowledge about predators grew far faster than the average Skikker, he began to listen intently for the sounds of walking, and the trees shaking. He learned the difference between a bird and land predator. Eventually he found another of his kind, left dead on the forest floor. While the meat was long gone, something sharp cut his hand. He had found a blade of plant matter, from the culture that died many many cycles ago. He took it with him and found himself hungry. Living on berries and fruit were enough to feed the young, but at a certain point it wouldn't be enough. Realizing the land animals were too large, he decided to investigate unseen territory, and set off through the thick of the jungle. Sounds of Gssx rang out as he traversed the new land, a loud hissing made by Skikker to express claimed territory. Unfazed, he traveled forwards and found himself at the sounds of rushing water, and the feeling of a different type of ground unlike the forest floor. As he stepped forwards, he felt himself going lower and lower, before feeling the rush of water beneath him. He entered and quickly found himself being dragged below and thrown about in the harsh current. 
Eventually it stopped, and he rested in the water. He felt heat coming towards him, movement in the water was easier to feel than on land. He jumped to the side as something flew past him. He felt more and dodged closer towards the source. This would be it, his first real hunt. As he leapt forwards under the water, he was grabbed by a sharp pair of pincers. Struggling with all his might, he could not break free. He pulled out his sword and slashed at the claw of the beast, with a single slice it let go. He did not smell blood in the water, much less hear any sounds from the mysterious creature. He held the sword forwards, listening intently for any sign of movement. He heard a slight sound and slashed in its direction. The blade hit claw as it was grabbed by the creature. With a simple shove Gero'GreGero'Gero was thrown to the side, as the beast now held the sword in its own claws. Never being taught how to fight, Gero'GreGero'Gero felt useless, weak, unable to continue. He rushed forwards in a vain attempt to battle the creature, but was quickly grabbed by the other claw. As he sat there unable to move, the sword was brought up to the young Skikker's ear. With slight movements, Gero'GreGero'Gero heard the blade whistle. In just a few moments, the crab stopped and threw Gero'GreGero'Gero to land. The crab followed, and soon the young skikker heard a whistling quite similar. The crab waved the sword, slowly taking a stab at Gero'GreGero'Gero. Hearing the whistle, he leapt out of the way. The crab made a slight noise and soon a ball of fire was shot from his mouth. The Skikker leapt to dodge before hearing the whistling yet again. This time, Gero'GreGero'Gero used his tongue to grab the claw of the crab, preventing him from moving. Another sound was made by the crab, though different, an almost accepting sound. Just after, the whistle was heard again as the sound of dirt being struck was unmistakably heard. Gero'GreGero'Gero walked forwards and reached out. There it was, the leaf blade. Gero'GreGero'Gero had learned much from the strange crab, and went off to hunt bigger land prey. With his newfound sword skills, he made short work of many predators deemed too dangerous to hunt. In a short amount of time, he was reborn as Gero~Gero'GreGero'Gero (not watching, hunt watching) for his strange methods of hunting and after a year of many losses and some sharp successes, Gero~Gero'GreGero'Gero returned to the pond, with a gift for the crab. The whistling of the sword summoned him from the lake, as the noise from the crab made one thing quite clear. Gero~Gero'GreGero'Gero still had much to learn.