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.
"Batshit," exclaimed Baltin, angrily fisting both hands.
"Don't be angry at Black," pleaded Rebekka, her voice as tiny as it always was when she spoke to anyone who wasn't the spider.
"I'm the leader of this village." Baltin banged one of his fists against his chest. "Black has to listen to me if he wants to hang around here."
He let his hand drop. Maybe he could convince a child that his anger was a matter of leadership issues, but not himself. He had been so close to making Rebekka eat in public. So very close. And then Black had blown it.
"Don't be angry at Black," pleaded Rebekka again and grabbed hold of his hand. "He has had it hard."
Baltin melted. Rebekka always had that effect on him.
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"We can just pretend you drank," said Rebekka.
"I did drink some of it," insisted Baltin. "It got into my mouth."
"How did it taste?" Rebekka looked up at him with those white surrounded, green eyes that looked nothing like a beetle's.
"Like blood," said Baltin, and couldn't avoid making a grimace.
"It's allright," comforted Rebekka. "Moths like sweets, and beetles like cooked stuff."
"And what do scorpids like, sweetie?"
Rebekka's eyes went to the bleeding beast.
"Predators like blood," she quietly said.
"I just wanted you to know that it's allright for you to eat like Black does," said Baltin, sad that he had failed.
"Oh look at this mess," complained Hinea from somewhere close by. "That blood is going to soak into the soil and stink for weeks."
Baltin sighed.
"I don't suppose we can convince Black to dig up the wet soil and carry it away?" he said.
"That wouldn't be fair," objected Rebekka. "You are the one who let it spill."
Baltin groaned and went off toward the tool shack.
"I'll help you dig," promised Rebekka.
Kokata found himself a nice spot up in the branches. Up there he was in no risk of being disturbed by villagers. Lei could fly up and disturb him, but Lei wouldn't. She wouldn't even let him disturb her. Kokata let himself sink to the branch and let his legs flatten as if Rebekka's poison was in him.
His Lei didn't want him to see her face until it was healed. He hated that she didn't trust him not to care what she looked like. And he hated not being with her. Most of all, he hated that apparently his Lei could stand being without him for that long.
How much his was she anyway?
There was a clear imbalance between them: there was no doubt who was in charge. When Lei wanted something of him, she was better than him at asking nicely, but that was just form of address. When all the straws were counted, he asked and Lei demanded.
Just once, he'd like to see things the other way around. Just once, he'd like to sharply call her name and see her cower with fear of losing him.