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Juralyn
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When the time came, almost every capeable warrior in the tribe left, including many of the women. Those who had young children, and the youngest and oldest members along with the shaman stayed to guard the village. It was a long, silent journey, those most skilled in tree hopping, including ari ran along the branches while the rest stayed on the ground. Some rode hogs with giant, deadly looking tusks, and a series of strange doglike cats joined the tribe after a small horn was blown.The creatures ran in the trees with Ari, and he had a feeling that they where extremely deadly. He wasnt sure he wanted this battle, but what choice did he have? If he didnt help they would never find Reva.
Then it began, it was dark with only occasional moonbeams shining through the leaves but the tribe knew how to see in the dark. Just like cats. His first taste of war was the sudden howling that came when the whole tribe raised their voices as one. The cats joined in, high pitched, chilling roars echoed through the jungle, and Ari screamed, sounding almost panther-like.
Below him he saw a mass of bodies, only thing that told the tribes apart where their clothes. His tribe wore similar to what Ari wore, but the other... Well they only wore skimpy fur loin clothes and some of the men wore headdresses, made out of the skin from an entire animal head. He saw boar, monkeys, deer-like things and cats. He heard a faint call, one he had learned. It ment prepare, he focused on a target and got into position. Then a loud shriek, a mix between the call of the flesh eating monkey and common baboon. He leapt, his body fell through the hair and he landed on the shoulders of his target which was so surprised it fell to the ground. Then they where rolling, each trying to gain the upper hand until Ari remembered he had claws. A few quick swipes and blood splattered his ivory chest. The man screamed and Ari took his chance, tore out the throat and was immediately attacked again.
It went on for hours, Ari being attacked left and right, fleeing up a tree to catch his breath and assess his injuries whenever he could. He understood the only reason he was alive was because his tribe kept an eye on him, and helped whenever he lost the upper hand. If it werent for that he would be among the bodies on the ground. But finally a loud, deep voice sounded among the screams and grunts of the fighting men and women.
He would later learn that the words spoken were 'retreat, the cheif is dead!' and were spoken by the enemy. But for now all he heard where strange words. He watched as the fighting broke up and the enemies fled, leaving their dead and only pausing to pick up those who might yet survive. Soon only one remained. A tall, red skinned man covered in red blood and green paint faced them and spoke. Mio had somehow ended up next to Ari, surprisingly unharmed save for a deep cut on one arm, and he translated.
"WHat is the meaning of this? You Send us the image of our gods creation, a declaration of war written in its blood. You fight us. You slay us like animals, set your wild cats against us and many good men have died. And for what?!"
Atmaer accused the chief of murdering his men in cold blood out in the forest when they had been searching for a women. after a while of heated argument it was determined that they had accused the wrong tribe and they gathered their wounded and left. The dead were left to the jungle, only their clothes which every man spent his whole life time improving where taken to be burned by the shaman to set the spirits at rest.
The night was growing old, and the tribe had a few hours of rest before the sun woke them and they sat for a silent ceremony as they honored their dead, and Ari even spilled a few drops of his blood on the ashes to send them to the after life with the blessing of a god. He almost felt bad about deceiving them. But if he came out now he would die.. And never find out what had happened to Reva. Then it was time for a meeting. But first Ari and the cheif and Mio sat to speak to scouts who had been sent to every nearby village. There was a strange new person in one of them. A village that the tribe thought was strange, and cursed because they had no god. She was seen speaking to the chief which was a cause for alarm. The boy who had survived the attack went with the scout to see if this was the demon woman who had attacked him.
Then it began, it was dark with only occasional moonbeams shining through the leaves but the tribe knew how to see in the dark. Just like cats. His first taste of war was the sudden howling that came when the whole tribe raised their voices as one. The cats joined in, high pitched, chilling roars echoed through the jungle, and Ari screamed, sounding almost panther-like.
Below him he saw a mass of bodies, only thing that told the tribes apart where their clothes. His tribe wore similar to what Ari wore, but the other... Well they only wore skimpy fur loin clothes and some of the men wore headdresses, made out of the skin from an entire animal head. He saw boar, monkeys, deer-like things and cats. He heard a faint call, one he had learned. It ment prepare, he focused on a target and got into position. Then a loud shriek, a mix between the call of the flesh eating monkey and common baboon. He leapt, his body fell through the hair and he landed on the shoulders of his target which was so surprised it fell to the ground. Then they where rolling, each trying to gain the upper hand until Ari remembered he had claws. A few quick swipes and blood splattered his ivory chest. The man screamed and Ari took his chance, tore out the throat and was immediately attacked again.
It went on for hours, Ari being attacked left and right, fleeing up a tree to catch his breath and assess his injuries whenever he could. He understood the only reason he was alive was because his tribe kept an eye on him, and helped whenever he lost the upper hand. If it werent for that he would be among the bodies on the ground. But finally a loud, deep voice sounded among the screams and grunts of the fighting men and women.
He would later learn that the words spoken were 'retreat, the cheif is dead!' and were spoken by the enemy. But for now all he heard where strange words. He watched as the fighting broke up and the enemies fled, leaving their dead and only pausing to pick up those who might yet survive. Soon only one remained. A tall, red skinned man covered in red blood and green paint faced them and spoke. Mio had somehow ended up next to Ari, surprisingly unharmed save for a deep cut on one arm, and he translated.
"WHat is the meaning of this? You Send us the image of our gods creation, a declaration of war written in its blood. You fight us. You slay us like animals, set your wild cats against us and many good men have died. And for what?!"
Atmaer accused the chief of murdering his men in cold blood out in the forest when they had been searching for a women. after a while of heated argument it was determined that they had accused the wrong tribe and they gathered their wounded and left. The dead were left to the jungle, only their clothes which every man spent his whole life time improving where taken to be burned by the shaman to set the spirits at rest.
The night was growing old, and the tribe had a few hours of rest before the sun woke them and they sat for a silent ceremony as they honored their dead, and Ari even spilled a few drops of his blood on the ashes to send them to the after life with the blessing of a god. He almost felt bad about deceiving them. But if he came out now he would die.. And never find out what had happened to Reva. Then it was time for a meeting. But first Ari and the cheif and Mio sat to speak to scouts who had been sent to every nearby village. There was a strange new person in one of them. A village that the tribe thought was strange, and cursed because they had no god. She was seen speaking to the chief which was a cause for alarm. The boy who had survived the attack went with the scout to see if this was the demon woman who had attacked him.