PrologueA Chapter by L. BarnesThe Jungle awoke to the shrieking of
flocks of birds bursting from the canopy as they fled their nests and perches
they had occupied during the night. Hornbills, Toucans, Macaws and even the
majestic Harpy Eagle took to the skies in a flurry of feathers and beating
wings as the first trees began to fall, crashing down into the forest floor as
they ripped through the undergrowth. Branches seemed to clutch at their
neighbouring trees as they fought the pull of gravity, biting into the bark
until either they gave way or tore the other down with them. Animals who had
sort refuge nearby for the night darted away from the carnage screaming in
terror. A fawn found itself suddenly stumbling
to the ground as its leg was swept up from underneath it, caught
in the loop of biting wire. It cried out pitifully for its mother
who pottered about it helplessly, tugging uselessly at the trap. Ears
twitched nervously as the two-legged creatures moved steadily towards
them, not yet within view but closing in quickly. The doe shrieked and darted away when
something leaped out of the trees, landing crouched on two legs beside the faun,
thin, striped tail outstretched to keep its balance. It unsheathed a bright
blade from its side and began sawing through the thin chord wrapped around the
deer's leg. The faun kicked out in fear at the predator and bounded into the
forest as it felt the constraining grip of the trap give way, bellowing
for it's mother. The predator watched it disappear
safely back into the forest before turning back to the chaos behind it. It
moved forward slowly, keeping to the shadows provided by the weak beams of the
morning sun, stalking silently towards the voices that yelled orders to muttering
mouths and clumsy hands. Clawed hands pulled branches apart to get a better
view at the invaders. "So you'll be able to
follow the expected timeline?" Slit pupils flew to take in a
large man standing at a crudely constructed table staring down at a piece of
parchment unfurled and sprawled across it. Another man, thinner and
more muscular, evidently someone who laboured physically for
his work, stood next to him and pointed down at it. "We shouldn't have any problem
with this area, but further south is pretty uncharted and even the locals very
rarely venture inside. If we can get their cooperation we should be able to map
and fell it in good time but without it will take a few months to properly plot
the entire thing." "You think they won't
cooperate?" The thinner man stood up straight and looked the larger man square in the eye. "These people are a suspicious
sort, Sir. They still believe in Beastials who roam these lands and won't do
anything to upset them without good reason." The large man snorted, "foolish
simpletons. Creatures that are half man, half beast? What a preposterous
notion." "Not to them." The large man hummed consideringly, rubbing his bearded chin with fat fingers, "double the price for anyone willing to help if they need extra incentive. That'll be more coin than any of them will have ever seen." The thin man nodded but looked
sceptical, obviously doubtful as to whether it would be enough to make such
fearful people to go against centuries of belief. They moved away from the
table still conversing. Amber eyes rested intensely upon the
table. Keeping low the creature prowled on hands and feet towards the
parchment, sliding it carefully from the table top and rolling it up before
disappearing silently back into the jungle. Once it was a fair distance from
the unnatural destruction it unrolled the parchment and eyes roaming over
it, scowling. "Syrn." The creature looked up into the keen
eyes of a man nearly eight feet high. Atop the mans head sprouted two bear like
ears and had he turned around a small brown tail could have been seen
poking out from above his breeches. Claw like fingers rested against his
side as he stared down at his half man-half tiger companion with
dilated circular pupils. Syrn looked back down at the map he
held in his hands considering, tongue gliding over razor sharp fangs within his
mouth. "I think its time Aran. This can't be put off any longer." Aran nodded, "I'll send out a
message to the Clans immediately." He made to turn away but stopped half
way during the motion. "How bad?" The half man - half tiger looked back
down at the map in his hand, eyes focused on the area of the Clan
territories shaded in dark red. "Worse than we feared." © 2017 L. Barnes |
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