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Chapter 8: Eeje

"Aria ma n kule" Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

He dropped the meal. Even the callous corpse. He was done eating. Hell knew he wasn't satisfied,

but he wouldn't keep to such business at what his salient sight had lent him. He wasn't sure whether or

not he was rich enough to repay or would be pawned by bruised bankruptcy. He wouldn't be pored by

illicit or dimwitted thoughts. There were things he wouldn't savor at the moment. A part of him was

grateful to the trunk which had made him stumble. If he hadn't, he probably might had stirred the

creature before him and of course, a battle line might had been drawn. He wasn't actually afraid of

battle, but he wasn't in for it. He didn't believe in having to fight everything. He believed in dialogue. But

if dialogue is crippled, then wanky war would treat. He knew what that meant and the magnanimity of

its being. His fate would whisper to him what was expected of him, he would simply ignore. The call of

his father was yet ripping off his mental Ken, but he was seasoned enough to ignore those. Of course

he was stoic enough to handle those. He could simply work around them. All that mattered.

His instinct battled with his rage whether or not to stand up. A figment of his subconsciousness

wanted him to stand up and be friendly with the creature but he was afraid of trusting such. He didn't

know what pull he was supposed to trust at that moment. He needed not to prune any rustic reasoning.

All he needed to do was to await the test of time. He needed to see and have time test the odds and

supplant a prescription which would be necessary for the ailment. Ah! He wouldn't know what to do and

how to do it. He needed no soothsayer. That was if he did know who a soothsayer was. The second

part of him wanted him to remain at the spot. If he did stand up, the creature might be stirred, scared

and of course would run away. But he needn't be so worried. He needn't be so moved. Hell wrong he

was! He needed to be worriedly moved. If he did stand, the creature would run away. To him, the

creature looked delicately and wouldn't be willing to fight. And would run away. And he wouldn't watch it

run away. He would charge after. Not to harm but to discern. He allowed his instinct savor the aura of

the creature.

Twas raw. Looked more like him. All the creatures he had seeing were either crawling or standing

on four legs. But the new creature had two legs like himself. And it did have its back to him. It was

standing in the depth of water, as the water sliding from the mountain top graced its shape. Its skin

from far was more delicate than his. His obviously was coarse and unpleasant. But that of the creature

quite far from him was the opposite. He didn't know what was happening to him. He didn't know what

time would supplant. He didn't know what might be lured. He couldn't think straightly. He couldn't mar

his stances. He savored the taunting atmosphere. He would stay low. He would tarry till the creature

would turn around and make for wherever she would be returning to. Of course he would steal after

her. He would know from where it did come and why twas quite different from the other creatures. He

watched the creature slid one of its hands and scooped up water in her bordered palm as she washed

her armpit. He ignored the thought.

During the course of discussion, his father never told him that their type did have another species.

He hadn't even thought of it. A figment of his instinct always made him feel like he had seen it all. But

there he was with the stark truth. He wasn't going to keep pruning lies. He would withstand the rusty

reality and pawn it. He didn't care what was or was not going to fall in place. All he cared about was

hewning his patience and making absconding tour worth its while. He couldn't nurse any better feeling.

How would he. Then, heard the rustles of leaves and crunching of fallen twigs behind him. He didn't

want to take his eyes off the new creature, though he had when he had allowed himself to be

smothered by throbbing thoughts. If he did look away from the creature, something odd might be

supplanted. What he feared above all the works of creation was taunted time. Twas unbridled and

could do whatever seemed best to it. Twas the most selfish of all fantastical figment he had ever

realized. His pain was mounted upon. He did care for the first time what might happen.

The rustling became louder as he looked at the creature having a bathe for the last time before

having a turn at the noise maker. Oh! Twas another long and thin creature with a curvy walk style which

was complemented by poking neck. The tongue of that creature was always out. Probably twas always

hungry. He couldn't be sure. He didn't need to be sure. Though that thin creature was fatter than the

first he had feasted on. He watched it sway by. He knew he needed to do it patiently. He needed to do

it quitely. But he was disappointed. The long thin creature swayed by him, past his legs and was by his

face. He was astound. What was the thin creature doing? He looked, twas looking towards the new

creature. Twasn't what he was expecting. The thin creature wouldn't strike him but savor the aroma he

had been? He wasn't sure what the creature was up to. Was it already his friend. He looked from the

rear to the new creature under the waterfall. The new creature wasn't there. How long had he been

held in thoughts? Had the new creature gone? Where had it gone. Had it been swallowed by the lake

or brook or lock of water? He couldn't be sure. He stood immediately as the thin creature

complemented his rage. He ran towards the water to search for the new creature. As he dragged by he

belatedly fell into the water. But he would stand. How would he lose the creature? By the way, he

already made a friend.