Shreek!
The jadestinger scorpion charges ignoring the weasel.
My plan had utterly failed.
Boom!
Splinters of wood and rocks whizz past my ears.
A slide at the last possible moment had saved me from being ground to paste.
Skreech!
The scorpion makes a second charge,
In its crazed charge it fails to notice a claw swipe to its hind leg.
It rolls and tumbles, almost crushing me under its weight.
I take to the trees, taking advantage of the highground.
Swishhh!
The weasel lunges, its maw missing my neck by an inch.
I wince as I feel its claws dig into my shoulders.
Ahhh! Shiik!
I scream driving my serrated dagger into its armpit and twisting-
Yanking my dagger out, the sound of squelching flesh and painfull sqeaks rent the air.
The weasel drops from the perch,
Shuttling head first into the ground below.
The scorpion on seeing an opening charges- driving a pincer through the weasel.
Its blow carries forth with momentum, splintering the thrunk of my perch.
The tree creaks as it angles forward, sending my figure tumbling into the ground below.
I roll mid-air to slow my momentum.
Skr! Thud!
My body crashes into the ground, rolling over.
[Is this the way I die?]
Skreech!
The incensed scorpion charges, slightly limping yet fast nonetheless.
My muscles tense as its large silhouette covers my vision.
[Now!]
Muscles uncoil, sending my figure sliding through the ground.
I raise my dagger, tracing its dark blade through the scorpion's underbelly.
A line of tear traces from its maw to the half severed stinger.
Shreeek!
The scorpion shreeks a rain of gore and green viscera raining from its open underbelly.
It thrashes, collapsing under its own weight.
My eyes lock onto its thrashing figure then back to the weasel.
The weasel!
Squeek!
A claw swipes from my blindspot,
A quick slide removes my body from its line of fire, barely dodging.
It lunges- its last gambit,
I try to retreat only to realise my escape was cut off.
And so, I feint to the right,
A claw swipe follows,
Rising from the left, I drive my blade into its breast and retreat.
Squeek!
It thrashes, clawing in an attempt to get close to me.
I retreat further, watching as they both drew their last breath.
An exhale slips from my lungs- shoulders burning in pain.
Gods!
If I had gone for the clan of jadestinger scorpions, I would surely be dead!
The scuffle of these two saved my life.
I get to my feet, and grab a branch- proding the beasts to make sure they were dead.
I watch as the flesh of the dead weasel visibly rot- from the corossive action of the jadestinger scorpion.
Certain that both were dead,
I reach for my embedded dagger in the weasel's corpse and drag it downwards.
A sickening squelching of flesh rent the air.
I reach my hand into its torn chest, fishing out a core from within.
Wiping bits of flesh and darkened blood from it and my hands, I discover its a brown core.
I nod in appreciation- admiring its brown gleam.
Satisfied, I regard the jadestinger scorpion- its core extraction will prove challenging.
One wrong move and I'll get my arms burnt from its venomous viscera.
My hand reaches for its pincer, stabbing its joints got it detached with a crunch.
I use the free pincer to part its open belly- revealing a green core which I dislodge with my dagger.
Wiping it off the grass got the ichor cleaned off.
Grabbing the green core, I deposit it alongside with the other one into my utility belt pouch.
A resigned sigh escapes my lips- the clan of jadestinger scorpions are out of my league.
I need to find weaker prey.
My gaze lands onto the severed stinger, this might hasten my hunt.
And so, I head for the river to wash the grime off me- and get my wounds washed clean, lest they get infected.
With stinger in hand, I walk off, pausing to regard the weasel- I need a sovenior.
Crack!
The weasel clawed finger snaps under my might.
I unsheathe my dagger and slash off the flesh.
A finger will do.
Maybe I'll polish the claw and make a necklace out of it.
With that out of the way, I head for the river in a hurry.
Maybe I'll do one last hunt.
It wouldn't be wise to stay until darkness has covered the land.
The sun was already sinking on the horizon.
My feet carry me to the river, at this time the beasts of the river will start to come out.
I'll have to bait them and do a quick kill, before their kin rush in to rescue.
And so, I increase my pace, getting closer and closer.
My ears picks up the sound of rushing water in the distance.
From here, I'll have to skulk.
Crooak! Croaak!
The sound of blissful croaking welcomes me.
I lurk, closely creeping in on an unaware bull frog, my hands clutching the stinger.
One sting coupled with a rapid dagger strike is all that is required to end its life- hopefully.
Croak! Croak!
Swishh!
The stinger draws an arc as it cuts through the air, pinning the blissfully unaware frog to the ground.
KriiiiiiiLL!
It lets out an gut- wrenching cry.
Alerting its kin.
A rapid dagger strike to its throat had it guggling and choking in its own blood.
Scarcely had I plunged the dagger when my eyes caught dark silhouettes breaking the water surface.
I tear through its belly fishing out a core whilst glancing back at the horde closing in.
My fingers go numb.
[Fuck!]
How could I forget, paralytic poison was their specialty.
With my numb fingers clutching a core, I break into a run, the horde closing in fast.
I pocket the core mid- sprint, running for the outpost.
Shwiiiii
A water bullet spit grazes my ears, closely missing my head.
[Fuck!]
~~
Today, Allen was enjoying the view of the setting sun,
A strip of dried jerky in hand.
He looks to the horizon only to see a silhouette darting across the lands
Shouting;
Clues are great?
He looks around, puzzled.
His eyes widen with realisation.
Wasn't that Rain?
"Close the gates!"
He hears,
Rain shuttles through the open gates.
Shouting at the top of his voice
"Close the gates, a horde is coming!"
A horde? Oh shiet!
"Close the gates! " Allen yells, jumping from his perch.
The gates creak under his might as they close shut.
A thick silence hungs in the air.
Gathering his composure he glaces at Rain,
"What happened?"
Croaak! Croak!
His question is interrupted by croaks of crazed wrath.
"Man the walls!"