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               T’kara watched in horror hidden inside the hollow log as the Moon-Beast shifted back and forth through its countless forms. Without taking her eyes off of the creature she reached at her waist for her blade, but it wasn’t there. She had to have dropped it somewhere between having run in pursuit of the stag and then when she ran away from the beast. She had thrown down her bow and taken up her spear in order to charge the stag. Her spear was dropped near the log, a few yards ahead of her, since she hadn’t had the time to tuck it into the log. What was she to do? The only weapon she had close by and was aware of was the spear, and it lay between her and the beast.

Nervously she looked around her for some kind of weapon, but only saw the beetles and worms around her. Above her own panicked breaths and pounding heart she heard the dying, guttural sounds of the stag as the Moon-Beast ripped into its hide.  Closing her eyes, T’kara offered a prayer to her ancestors for her protection.  Between her palms, T’kara clasped the sacred beads that hung around her neck and chanted her peoples ancestral prayer, over and over, barely audible to herself.

“Honor me, ancestors, with your shielding graces. Lend me your protection, for I am weak in spirit and need your strength, oh, ancestors.”

T’kara felt warmth spread from her hands and through her entire body. She had been blessed, Calmness swept over her like a balmy rain; and her body, that she had not realized had been rocking back and forth, had stilled. She kissed the beads that glowed with a dull, blue exuberance. What about the beast? Ever so slowly and with great trepidation, T’kara peered through the hole in the log and past the fern fronds. She saw the remains of the stag, a leg with a protruding white shaft of bone stripped of meat and the shattered antlers, but the Moon-Beast was nowhere in sight. Surely it had not gotten its fill on a single deer, but perhaps it had followed the stampede of animals for more.

She knew it would be unsafe to leave just yet, and settled her back against the mossy inside of the log. Her mind raced. She could stay there for the night, and at first light T’kara would trace her way back to the village. It was best that way. She sighed heavily and wiped the mud laced sweat from her neck. She swatted at the mosquitoes and ants that bit and pinched at her bare skin inside the rotted inside of the log. Her mind mulled over the tales that she had been told of the Moon-Beast; none were too pleasant, and many ended with death or disappearances.

In the ancient times, when T’karas people had first been blessed with the great powers- fire, water, earth, wood, and wind-, there was the Moon-Beast. A creature with the powers to control the life of the jungle. The beast had the powers to shift into any and every creature at will. A being of goodness and purity. The Moon-Beast at one time had been celebrated for its blessings among the jungle. But somewhere along the years the tales had become twisted in fear, bloodshed, and agony. If the Moon-Beast had been good before then what made it change so?  This notion puzzled T’kara as she had never truly thought about it and now that she witnessed its powers her mind wandered.

Deep in thought T’kara found herself smelling the sweet aroma of honey cups. The thought of the yellow buds that she loved to eat, made her stomach growl vigorously. But more than even her she felt an aching drowsiness from stillness around her. She had trouble holding her eyes open. Sleep was what her body yearned for now, but her mind knew that she needed to stay awake in order to keep watch. Alone and unarmed she was incredibly vulnerable to any attack by that beast.

The sun above the clearing had begun to fade away and leave the sky in its amber dusky glow. She was losing visual on her surroundings within the log and with the failing light of the evening. She felt incredibly calm and relaxed despite her situation. Her eyelids slowly drooped and her head thumped against the wooden interior of her hideaway. A warmth seemed to coil around her. All she wished to do was curl up on the mossy ground and sleep. She could here in the safety of the log; here she was not visible to predators; sleep here begged her body.

T’kara woke up slowly  feeling as if she had slept on her arm. She tingled with that very feeling all over her body. Ants seemed to crawl all over and beneath her skin. She couldn’t see, everything was black.

“Was it still night?” She thought.

She moved to pushed herself up but found her limbs were useless. She couldn’t move. The ants spread through her body and seemed to light her lungs afire whenever she breathed. She struggled for the air she desperately needed. Her heart thudded against her ribcage as she realized what was happening. She was paralyzed. She couldn’t move her arms or legs. Even her eyes wouldn’t budge.

However, she could hear. Her hearing was perfect as ever. She could hear the blood pumping behind her ears but other than that, all she heard was a slow rattling. This one sound chilled her bones and sent the fire ants scurrying into her throat where she attempted to swallow the lump that had formed there.

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Huntress - 1

       As T’kara picked her way through the dense jungle, her toes dug into firm yet forgiving, moist loam. She padded along silently as the stench of decaying leaves permeated the air around her, sure to cover her scent as she sunk into a low crouch. Her shaggy, black hair and pale skin were hidden beneath a horned headdress that disguised her from her prey, a stag.

      She settled into place behind a large fern and spied through the pinnate fronds at the open grass field before her. The field was but a hundred yard radius with a stream running through the middle that cut it in half and was dotted with brush and spindly trees. This small field was a get away for many of the small grass eaters of the jungle.

    For T’karas people, who were natives to this jungle, this copse was a common hunting ground for their provision of meat, seeing that the more dangerous creatures lurked within its depths. However, now, she was the sole provider of her family since her dayo had gone to join her tribes ancestors in the Great Hunt. She must provide for her maya now in her old age and who was still grief stricken with the loss of her mate. Not only had T’kara’s maya been devastated, but the entire tribe had lost their chief and had struggled to elect another. There were many rituals and forethought that must go into appointing a new leader for the tribe.

     T’karas head was full of the voices of her people saying she would never make her dayo proud in the afterlife, and their glares and disappoint for being not what they needed. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, T’kara focused on the stag that she could see through brush. From this distance she would not be able to get a clean shot without hitting limbs instead and it was too far out of range to ambush successfully with her spear. She wiped her brow of the sweat that drenched her face in the tropic heat and held her features in a stiff yet alert position. Patience was a gift unspared to T’kara by her ancestors, but knew she would have to wait.

     Crouched low to the earth T’kara readied her bow for the right moment. Hidden by the brambles, the stag grazed on the soft shoots near the stream where it stood unaware of the silent huntress.

     T’karas people did not. respect her as a hunter. She had hunted many times before, but only in the. company of her dayo. Women of her tribe were not allowed to hunt, for a woman it was disgraceful in the eyes of the Earth Mother. Now, T’kara was under different circumstances, she had no other siblings and no mate and was the only one left to care for her maya.

     T’kara could see the white horns moving above the brush top as it moved into plain sight. As it stepped into view, its dipped its head to drink from the water’s edge. T’kara notched an arrow and leveled it towards the stag and leaned into her left leg for support, her weight snapped a twig.

      Abruptly, the stags head jerked upwards and swiveled its head in every direction, its large ears flicked to and fro. T’kara loosed the arrow and threw down her bow rushing the stag with spear in hand. She sprinted, her breath quickening in mad pursuit as the stag stumbled away from her. It bellowed loudly as it tripped over its own ungainly hooves, it flailed upon the ground with an arrow in its lungs. Standing above the panting creature, T’kara raised her spear to deliver the death blow.

     Suddenly, T’kara heard a bone chilling roar echo through the jungle. Her eyes widened and mouth was frozen in the shape of an ‘o’, as hundreds of birds flew from the canopy and moved like a black mist away from the sound. From a distance, deep in the jungle, T’kara could hear the bark of trees being scratched and stripped away. A tree creaked and then crashed, it shook the ground and knocked dead limbs from the canopy.

     At her feet, the stags eyes grew wide and dilated with fear, its hooves pawed at the ground to stand, the arrow dug deep into the red meat and tissue of its side, forgotten. T’kara searched for a place to hide herself. Her dayo’s words whispered softly in her mind,

“It is best to know your enemy than to take on an unknown foe.”

      She saw a clump of dense ferns beside a petrified, hollow log and dove into that direction. Her heart beat rapidly as she watched the stag struggle to run away from the horrible sound. Its hind legs were paralyzed in its fright and only its forelegs dug trenches of fear as it drug itself to safety.

      The roar sounded again. Yet this time it sounded more like that of a howl. T’kara shook in fear as through the clearing animals of all shapes and sizes, predators and prey, fled from the great howl. The ground even seemed to tremble in fear as the animals stampeded past.

       A trumpet pierced the air, and made T’kara’s head ache to the point that her body swayed with nausea. T’kara’s breath caught whem the ground shook, and watched as the stag stopped. Still and wide eyed, its sides heaving with exertion as a small animal with wings landed and hung to its neck, it was a fruit bat. Its clawed wings pulled itself onto the stags withers. A roar sounded and the stag jumped abruptly, but the bat seemed to leap where in midair transformed into a striped feline.

     The tigers tail flicked maliciously as it circled the bleating stag, a deep rumble emitted from the beast as its striped body changed to a fluffy, grey coat and long snout. It howled and growled murderously as it shifted forms seamlessly, and while T’kara watched in silent horror as it transformed in the blink of an eye. Large creatures, small, crocodiles and rhinos, weasels and hawks.

     This was it, the Moon-Beast.

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Alas, here, I scrawl the final doting of a forlorn lover.

By candle light I scrape the inklings of my inner demons onto this paper to describe how tormented my soul is to find you estranged dear lover. You who had begotten my pendulum and strewn it asunder in your lovers rage. All the while your upturned frown the epitome of a beguiling ghoul, you angel with the sulfur wings.

Descend into your childish slumber, ease into the warmth of your coaled pit, leave me be.

Did you think this a letter of adoration? 

If only I could see your countenance as those pitiless pupils dredge the last words of your victim, and enjoy as your fanged mouth straightens to a grim line. 

Now, wash the blood from your claws and wring your hair of my tears.

I knew that this would be my end, my demise, you. 

Sincerely,

Your Conscience.