I am a Silkeon, a red furred and green eyed warrior, small but fierce. I live on a far-away world called Bama.
The seasons change based on the alignment of the moons and suns. Generally, there is a progression from cold to warm to cold to hot, and that repeats. Cold time is Winter, Hot time is Summer, Warm is Spring, and the transition to Cold is called Fall.
During the Fall, many trees, especially the kubits, go into a resting stage; their leaves change color from the normal green and purple to red, yellow, orange, and blue. Since silkeons have fur that matches many of these, and claws with which to climb, we spend much of the fall hiding camouflaged among the leaves, ready to pounce on our prey.
Silkeons never go hungry, as we invented hunting; one egdirf can feed me for many sun cycles. Sometimes I even eat dri vethru, just for variety. I use most of my hunting skills tracking Egroegs and Poon Tangs in the endless sequence of reproduction. I take seed from the Egroegs, enliven it, and put it in Tangs.
I climbed high in a very colorful tree and sat down to hunt by stealth. Soon I smelled a Poon Tang drawing close; and easy feat, as they smell strongly -- and I do not mean that they have big noses -- actually they do have big noses, but not much ability to smell, but plenty of ability to stink.
This tang was well know to me, she was one who lived in my range on the mountain, and I had snowballed her many times. She always managed to avoid pregnancy, however, and I seriously wanted a few dozen dungee puppies to play with. When she got close enough, I fell upon her, impaling her feeding mounds with my long thin and very sharp claws.
The Poon-Tang responded with extreme fear, she was stupid enough that no matter how often I caught her, she always forgot.
"Silky, what the fuck are you doing in my closet?" She screamed.
I responded to these nonsense noises with the Silkeon howl, know to paralyze animals and empty their bladders as the icy awareness of impending death reached their primitive brains, "Silkeon!"
"Oh GesΓΊ bambino, are you pretending to be a Silkeon again? How old are you?" She puffed out her lower lip, a dangerous sign.
Once again I roared, "Silkeon!"
"Look, I'm not five anymore. Maybe you should go hang out at the kindergarten to get up with your peers." Now she had scrunched up her eyes, a prelude to explosion.
"That hurts! I'm just bored!"
"Yeah, well you always are. I want you out of my closet, and not jumping on me to 'snowball' me." Now her cheeks were turning red, and in poon tangs this means a full attack.
"You like it, you know you do."
"Not when I've got actual reading assignments. Look, you have fallen from grace with me. Just go somewhere else." She threw her arm, and my heart, down the hall. (That is a metaphor, she didn't really throw.... Oh, anyway.....)
I wrapped my arms around her and drew her close. "Pu lease let me chase you, poon tang!"
"Get out of my Goddamn closet!" Clearly enraged; even rats and tangs can be dangerous if enraged.
I scampered away through the forest, my vision somewhat clouded by unexplained water in my eyes. I must have run into some pollen. At the top of the ridges that form a bumpy incline down the mountain, I tripped over a dungee/dog.
Carnivals don't exist in the jungles with silkeons and poon tangs. If they did, falling down the stairs like a gymnast doing cartwheels would feel a lot like a carnival ride. First the world went upside down, then sideways, then right side up. But then, Ow, I landed on my shoulder, it hurt, like, really, but the world turned upside down anyway. Then sideways, then Ow again on my leg, then right side up, but hurting a lot. Another swoop of upside down, and Ow Ow Ow my head, then nothing.....
The Silkeon, me, opened her glittering green eyes and saw confusing things. A poon tang sat cradling her head, and weeping and sobbing. She made strange noises like, "Idi dn't mea nitSilk y.Ilo veyou. Ple ased on'tbe hurt."
An Egroeg walked right up, without even showing his horn and looked at me with concerned eyes. He didn't even try to stuff his seed horn into either one of us. Far away I heard the sounds of a Weeoh. Their name comes from their strange loud call, 'weeoh, weeoh, weeoh.' Even stranger is their anatomical arrangement -- their huge jaws are in their butts! They are scavengers, and they feed on the dead and dying. Weeohs run very fast, and then turn their ass-ends to their prey and swallow it whole. Then they run away again screeching "weeoh, weeoh, weeoh." Sometimes their victim is never seen again....
The Weeoh slid around and I was looking at his jaws for the first time in my life. Two Egroegs jumped out! They pulled me inside the Weeoh and its jaws slammed shut. Apparently Weeohs carry their prey somewhere else to do their nefarious deeds.
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