Copyright of Nanna Marker 2010.
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"Fine," snarled Kokata, and turned away from the butcher and the busybody Hinea.
Too much meat. Too early in the season for smoking more meat. Too early to dry meat. No use for more. Kokata gritted his teeth and walked away, carrying the treetop beetle-beast above him.
He finally got hold of a real treat and then he was told to put it back where he got it. Did they actually expect him to carry the thing all the way back to the treetops?
A ball bumped past, right in front of him. Kokata was tempted to cut it in half. A laughing little boy ran after the ball. Kokata bared his teeth at him and hissed menacingly.
"Hi, Black," voiced the boy merrily, right into Kokata's face. Not the least bit intimidated.
Kokata swung the colourful beetle-beast forward, till its back was right in front of his face and its constantly seeking legs were toward the boy. The boy made a satisfactorily loud squeal and ran off calling for his mom.
"Whimp," yelled Kokata after the boy, and swung the beetle-beast back up, it was almost as heavy as a full grown beetle-man, but after a spring of slaving for Lei he had no trouble carrying it around.
"That was mean," said a large beetle-girl, who looked like she was only a year or two from womanhood.
Kokata jumped to her and did the beetle-leg thing to her too. She squealed even better than the little boy had. Ran faster too. Kokata smiled, and let it evolve to an evil grin.
If his woman wanted him to be nice to the beetles, she could just tell him so face to face.
A pack of children were watching from a few bodylengths away. Kokata threw the harmless beetle-beast at them and they scattered with high-pitched whines. Kokata chuckled and re-caught the beast.
"What are you doing, Black?" It was Hinea's voice.
Kokata tapped the beetle-beast's armour and wondered how loud Hinea could whine. He glanced backward at her, then jumped backward, landed behind her, and pressed the beetle-beast's front against the beetle-woman's backplate.
Hinea, it turned out, was more a squealer than a whiner. Quite a runner too.
Kokata laughed, swung the beetle-beast to his back, and looked around for another victim.
"Hi, Black," called Baltin, his usual wide, friendly smile on his face. "What's that you got there?"
Kokata wondered how squeamish Baltin was and jumped to find out. Mid-air he saw Rebekka, who was also mid-air. He moved the beetle-beast to get it out of her reach, but her tail was just too bloody long.
Kokata landed at Baltin and shoved the stung beetle out for its last leg-wiggling show. The beetle-man was disappointingly unaffected.
"What kind of a beetle-beast is that?" asked Baltin.
"The tastiest kind," snarled Kokata, and turned toward Rebekka, who looked rather proud of her mid-air accomplishment.
"Want a taste?" he asked, holding it out to her and rattling it. Its legs no longer moved on their own. "Best blood you'll ever find."
The scorpid girl shook her head.
Whenever Kokata fed in front of her, she'd stare at him with hunger written all over her face. But, she still only ate where none could see.
"You're missing out," snarled Kokata.
He had spied on the girl and had seen her suck blood of a living beast with as much enthusiasm as he did.
"So, that beast has tasty blood?" asked Baltin.
"The best," snarled Kokata, and wiggled the man-sized beetle at Baltin. "Want a taste?"
"I guess there is no harm in trying," said Baltin, agreeably.
Kokata just stared at him.
"If you have enough to share, that is," said Baltin, wide smile still on his face.
"Sure," snarled Kokata and slammed the beast, back down, onto the ground. "I can spare some."
"So, how do I go about this?"
"You put your mouth to the bleed and drink," snarled Kokata, sharpened a leg tip, and punched a hole in the beast's abdomen.
Yellow blood spurted out of the wound.
Out of the corner of his eye, Kokata saw a pained, hungry, expression cross Rebekka's face.
"That's all?" asked Baltin.
"Yes," snarled Kokata. "But you have to do it before the beast bleeds out."
Delicious, yellow, treetop-beetle-beast blood was running down the side of the beast and was wasted on the ground.
"Right," said Baltin, walked around the beast, and knelt at it, with his back to the scorpid girl.
The man's smile was quivering. Then the beetle-man did the last thing Kokata had expected him to. He bent over and put his lips to the open wound.
The village leader looked to be feeding, but blood still streamed down the beasts side at the same rate. Kokata narrowed his eyes.
Baltin raised himself back to his knees. There was yellow blood on his lips and his nose, and for a moment he looked like he was about to puke. Couldn't push your face into a wound without getting at least some in your mouth.
"A bit salty for my liking," said Baltin, his expression slowly changing back to normal. Then he dipped a finger in the blood and turned around on his knees.
"What do you think, Rebekka?" he asked, holding the finger out to her, as if asking her to try cookie dough.
It was working. Rebekka approached and reached out a hand for Baltin's hand.
"He didn't drink," snarled Kokata, breaking the fragile moment. "He faked it."
The scorpid girl snapped back her hand and stared at Kokata.
"He faked it," repeated Kokata, "and nearly puked all over my prey in doing so."
"That's enough, Black," snapped Baltin, stern command in his voice, and rose. "That's quite enough."
"You're spoiling her," snarled Kokata. "If you take every blow life throws at her, she won't grow strong enough to carry herself."
"That's enough, Black," yelled Baltin.
"It is enough," snarled Kokata, and jumped out of the village.