Your Life is My burden
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“Grab the females! Leave the young and kill the stubborn ones!”
Finally! The Beast-eared mates are mine!
“Lord-“
“KING.”
“King Thutmose, I caught some humans smacking sticks against objects lined with animal hides. They are the cause of those loud, booming sounds earlier.”
“Good, we don’t need the males. Slay them or give them to those that would have fun with them.”
“Your grace.”
I have come deep into preys’ den and taken their females. I also had the chance to peer into the dungeon to decide if I should conquer it.
I’ve decided against such humiliation. The Fakes there are not worth the claws of a real beast.
Creatures shaped like animals, a mockery of true strength. Even these beast-eared are more dignified, and they are not even Domain-class.
A pitiful dungeon: to be domain-class and still pale in comparison to those less than you. Matters not, the real females are mine now.
“Guok!”
Hmm?
“Aack!”
“UMPH.”
My blessed troop is dropping like leaves?
“Full alert. Use the females as meat shields.”
They do as I say. That will keep them alive long enough to scurry off with some females.
I rip the clothes off of one my troops females and then strap it to my back. I’m now carrying two others, one in each paw.
“Don’t return to our dungeon. Scatter and confuse their tracks.
We will meet again at our dungeon.”
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I return, proudly with all my mates. I’ll leave soon, I just have to mark the place with my scent and periodically leave a trail for the rest to follow.
For now, I shall enjoy myself. Let me start with, the one on my back.
[I found you.]
Hmm?
As soon as I heard that voice, I hear an object being thrown at me. Without thinking about it, I catch the projectile.
For some reason, they threw a stick at me. The stick is glimmering from one end and the glimmers are shortening the twig part of the stick.
The strange stick suddenly bursts in my left hand. Everything turns white and my ears feel like their bleeding.
Not long after, an acidic smell burns my nostrils.
[How sad. And to think that you were the last one standing.
Not surprising, considering its you. I’d be furious if were put down sooner, and by someone else no less]
I, can’t hear anything! My eyes, the smell.
THE SMELL.
[You finally let go of those girls and gave me a clear shot. That toyboy’s [Netto work] really saved us there.
[To think that you creatures actually made it this far… That I’d actually see YOU again.]
ACK. That rod-like flesh that connects my foot to leg was just cut apart.
As I hold that foot with my hand that I freed from my nose, my wrist was done in in the same fashion. I must stand up!
“WHO ARE YOU!”
[It’s useless.]
My still-foot is fine no more. As I fall, I use my last limb to break my fall.
That too was made lame.
[You think I’d let you go. I’d never forgive myself for that.
[That’s what I swore to myself when I named myself [Halter] – the one whom none knows her true name.]
Lame: I lie before her, powerless to this assailant. I, King Thutmose, cannot fight with pride in my last brawl!
“All-Father, forgive me-“
A dagger slowly creeps into my throat.
[Your voice is grating. Your Life is my burden no more.]
Zulu Shaman
- Credo Mutwa
