"Oria blah blah..."
He looked. The day was just dawning. He was on a tree. At least, the branch of a tree. His eyes met with the rustic rays of the apt azure. He was conscious of what effect they would have on him. A part of him feared or did dread their ferociousness. From his part of the world, where he had came, there wasn't much of the ray there. They could simply savor the aroma. Like a figment of its projection. That was all they were opened to. That was all they could make of its pleasantries. But on the tree, twas quite different. His head was heaving a sigh. A salient sigh. He could maneuver those. He could handle those. He had been handling things greater than those. He felt a pang reaching for the tip of his consciousness. He needed time to figure out what to do. Of course twas not farfetched. Twas something he could easily come by. Shouldn't be a mill around his neck of course. He considered closely. The sky was parted in rhythmic sways. He was skeptical of what to make of them. He hadn't caught the view of such world ever. He had been living in a dungeon. If that was the best thing to say. His thoughts were strangled.
The first thought he could snap at was where he was. He had slept on the tree after the war or rather say, battle with the foes. He hadn't ate anything. He knew quite well that his type of meal were not in that part of the universe. He was making himself feel a less stray of events. But he knew that he would adapt and yet find the best meal which would suit his hunger and soothe the remonstrations of his appetite. Back in his abode, under the earth, he did eat fallen Cherubs. The offsprings of the fallen angels. They were the most nutritious of all the meats they did know. But on earth, he would seek a substitute. He would make time spell outta its rage and he would make pawn of it. Before sleeping, he had tried to sort a place of rest. He tried the bare earth. Twas uncomforting for him. His bellicosing butts shot in an annoying sway. He was quite vexed. Then he swept fallen leaves from trees together and slept on them. Yet his sides hurt. Then he knuckled under fighting a climb on the tree he had been trying to sleep beneath. He did fall quite the numbers of times, but his tail did aid him a stance. And awaken, he was making meaning of the things he had tried to make meaning of in vain.
He ignored the thoughts and travelled his gaze across the lanky lawn of the apt azure. The sun was setting in the West. Twas quite remote and he might had mistaken it for the ball of their monarch back in the underworld. A part of him wanted to elevate into the azure and feel what twas made of. He wanted to know what was there. He wanted to know how twas made and who made and who was behind it. He had quite the numbers of wishes to meet, but they were better off left as wishes. He didn't want to take chances. What chances were spoken of when he had no idea where he was. The lines in the sky melted his mercy. His instinct was shattered. Twas lured. He couldn't help himself anymore. He knew that and wouldn't deny the fact. But he was snapped outta his thought when a snake crawled by his legs. He looked at it.
Firstly, he drew back his leg. Hoof of a leg. The legs were quite humane yet had the awkward claws. No sane person would call those legs. Yet twas a leg. The snake crawled by as he drew back his legs. He stopped dragging the left leg since the snake was coming to the right. Then the snake did do what he didn't expect. He had no idea what twas called in that part of the world. He was matter-of-factly a newbie there. And the realization of that kept him going or moving. All he could see was a quite thin and long creature with curvy sways dancing towards him. He was processing his thoughts. He needed to. The snake coiled. Like it made a circle figure of himself and stood its drooling head on the circular body coiled. He had no idea what it was doing. But of course he knew that twasnt going to greet him. Twasnt going to say "hey there" to him. Probably where he was laying on was its abode. And of course, if someone had tried to claim his own abode, he would also strike. The long thin with curvy sways had something in mind standing that way, and he did have something in mind leaving his other leg to it. The tongue of the creature was coming in and out of its mouth simultaneously. He didn't know whether twas salivating. He was ready for anything the creature was about to do. His lungs were erected and his thoughts channeled. It was bent on pioneering a course and hell so was he. Then at once, the creature struck. As it struck, he grabbed its head and mocked its strong displeasure canvassed by the rage of its waist and tail. Then he bit its head off and swallowed it. Twas quite sapid. Then he chewed the remaining part of its long thing body. He hoped that would do for a breakfast.
The taste of the snake wasn't too bad on his tongue. It did turn out to be a bit of what he had expected. He slid down the big oak tree. He made a thud on the earth with face down. He hadn't calculated accurately like he had before making a meal of the long thing. He knew that that was not a best meal. He knew he would need a better meal. His stomach attested to that in a ruining rumble. He ignored and dug his claws in the soil as he fought his legs on the soil. His eyes caught something quite far from him, then he heard echoes of voices from distance. He couldn't make meaning of it. He hastened quickly towards the direction the voice was coming from. That could be another meal.
"Huh?" He drew closer to the spot but couldn't find anything. He firstly thought that his ears had jilted him by feeding him with the wrong spoon of ideas, but he wasn't sure whether or not he was the one jilting the ears. He looked from one end to the other. His hoofy legs which were bound to transformation had sundry sways on the earth. Leaves crunched under the humane leg as though twas a hoof. The claws reaching from the toes were few inches long. He wished they were longer than that. If they were, twould aid him in hunting, and of course that was of great consequence. His eyes were widened as he looked. He wasn't sure what he was seeing. His instinct probably was telling lies to him. If it was, there was pretty nothing he could do about it. He was merely and obviously a pawn. That was all he was. He wasn't more than that. He looked up at the sky again as though he was looking for what he had heard it
. "Uhhh?" Those were the syllabic sanity he could sweep into a whole. He couldn't had done more than that. His eyes widened at what he saw. Many thoughts were fighting a stance. He probably might lose it. He kept his patience drooling as he allowed his instinct to savor whatever it was that taunted time was leasing. He couldn't afford reeling in gaunt guts. He couldn't afford making strays of wits. He couldn't allow pain to pore his rage. He wouldn't allow fear to mock his pride. Why would he. He had no idea what the creature was and what it wanted. How then would he be so dramatic and belatedly dismissive. He was damn sure that many a tales had been told to him about sundry creatures living on the upper land. They did have less of that in his own world. What they did have were monsters. Creatures with awkward shapes and forms. A creature with a thin body complemented by a super big head. Or one with a larg
"Why'd you do that, Moe?" His thoughts were as though they were augured by a prophet. He let his rage sink into the abyss of his consciousness. He wanted to make apt meaning of what was happening at that moment. He couldn't be sure what he had heard or seen. His patience was being pored by curiosity and that should never be a mill around his neck. His wills were whooshing as his veil was unveiled. His marks trailed tracks on the consciousness of his being. He was just as heavy as the weightiest mountain ever grown. His pain would subside but he needed his rage to be soothed. He had no idea what pain he was referring to. He hadn't thought he was in any pain. He wasn't savoring any gaunt gores. Except from the claws of the annoying but comely creature he had met few hours ago. He tried concentrating and making meaning of quite the numbers of ambiguous things before him. He mated with rage and s
"Huh oorh" He had no idea what to do with the Cougar beside him on the tree. But of course he knew what he would do with the one beneath him. He knew that the creature would never make it to the top of the tree. It would only rage and growl to make him cower and surrender. He did know the logic of those creatures. He didn't know that creatures in the figment of the universe were as sensible as that. He needed no hypotheses to test their stance and logic. He did know what they were up to. He did know the language which they understood easily. He knew how to make confetti of the semantic also. DEATH!That's their language. They would seek the death of a stranger or whoever they were accosting you the first time. He didn't know what trained knowledge was that. He had no idea who trained the knowledge. He couldn't be sure. He couldn't fathom. Probably if he did arrive at a crumbling
"Aria ma n kule" He dropped the meal. Even the callous corpse. He was done eating. Hell knew he wasn't satisfied, but he wouldn't keep to such business at what his salient sight had lent him. He wasn't sure whether or not he was rich enough to repay or would be pawned by bruised bankruptcy. He wouldn't be pored by illicit or dimwitted thoughts. There were things he wouldn't savor at the moment. A part of him was grateful to the trunk which had made him stumble. If he hadn't, he probably might had stirred the creature before him and of course, a battle line might had been drawn. He wasn't actually afraid of battle, but he wasn't in for it. He didn't believe in having to fight everything. He believed in dialogue. But if dialogue is crippled, then wanky war would treat. He knew what that meant and the magnanimity of its being. His fate would whisper to him what was expected of him, he would simp
"Ai mele..." He stood. That was the best thing to do. That was actually his third attempt before he could make sanity of how he was supposed to stand. He had tried in the first place and had fell facedown into the water over and over again. Happened that his claws would dig into the moist earth beneath the water which was incapable of holding his weight. But at last, he was able to make meaning of the insanity as he staggered on his feet. He wasn't exhausted, but he felt like he needed a rest. He wasn't used to resting. He was more of the jacky. More of an unrelenting jacky. Though he had no sane idea what that meant. He was simply savoring the atmosphere. Back in the underworld, he could go on working for several darkness-shifts without rustic rest. Exactly why his father treasured him and wouldn't trade him for naught. He would sit him beneath the black dwarf like trees locked up into a boulevard
"Ku ri a..." He wanted to drop it. He couldn't be sure what to arrive at that moment. His instinct did affirm that what he was holding was never a snake. He knew twas never that long and thin creature with a curvy walk style. He knew what its grasp would feel like in his coarse palm. He tried sorting his thoughts. He knew not what to do. Or probably he did know what to do but was simply shilly-shalling. He couldn't put a speck to the dust. His thoughts had been chopped. He tried what he felt reasonable to himself. He dropped what he had grabbed. He couldn't help it. He wanted to run outta the water but he would simply be a coward. And what was there even to run away from. Wasn't he supposed to be on his feet? Wasn't he supposed to fight for his reels? Even if his father had told him to run and run from the impending doom he could never see coming, was it anyway close to being a coward? Well! He tried ascr
"Kunkakaka" He had no idea what to do or say. He was clueless. His instinct was whispering several ideas into his consciousness but he did know that he couldn't use all. He knew that only few of the ideas would be worthy of his attention. He didn't know what to think. He wasn't actually trying hard to think. There was nothing to think about.His mental ken seemed blank and he did know that twouldnt expand anymore. He could say that over and over again. He couldn't be sure though. He was simply making guesses. He was hoping that he would have his way with the odds. He was not so sure of what to be sure of. He had no idea what fate even time was caught up with. He was simply hoping that things would play out fine. He knew that he couldn't be sure and wouldn't v