Prey 1
Ominous and dreary, like an poets view on life, moist winds of a bleak planet sting my eyes, as I struggle to breath against the gusts. Shackled, I walk behind the women, my capturers. Their skin has adapted to the climate, and they live barely clothed. I bite my lip and watch their bodacious bodies sway under netted cloaks, hiding nothing. They all dress this way. No man to tell them it's wrong. Not ashamed like the women of other planets, they bare their most private skin, and look upon those that gasp at them with confusion. Looking above me, I'm greeted by the churning sky. Like an iridescent paint mixed with a darker color, it stirs and blooms in beautiful chaos. Frightening to most, but harmless. A constant storm rages in this planets atmosphere. No precipitation, just cold, wet, wind and constant darkness. They live with out light. The closest star is too far away, and with the storm, they wouldn't see it anyway. Their eyes see the same as mine. Where I see this way by choice, they just adapted. I know from tales, that their taking me to their Queen, the one who lead them here, the one who conquered over all men. According to legend, no outsider is allowed to look upon her. It's some kind of disrespect to see her full on for some reason. I'm yanked forward by the cuffs around my hand, and forced to shuffle my bound feet a bit faster. I look ahead and see the castle. Ancient ruins that were left before they came here are now their homes. The knives and daggers swinging and bouncing at their sides catch the orange light coming from torches ahead, that frame the gates. I was the hunter on other planets, now I'm the hunted. I've heard stories about the Femes, about the planet, inhabited solely by beautiful warrior women. Many have tried to over throw them, but none have. Return passage is not an option from here. If you come seeking them, you will find them, and you will never leave alive. My skills, my expertise is novice compared to them, and for the first time since my childhood, I feel uneasy entering the leaning iron gates. Two of them, standing just inside, look upon me with stone faces, their breast laying under rope-weaved garments. That look, I have never received, only given. The look you give to your squirming prey, a look of pride and power over your prize. I swallow, and taste the air, as we enter the thresh hold of the lionesses lair.
Ominous and dreary, like an poets view on life, moist winds of a bleak planet sting my eyes, as I struggle to breath against the gusts. Shackled, I walk behind the women, my capturers. Their skin has adapted to the climate, and they live barely clothed. I bite my lip and watch their bodacious bodies sway under netted cloaks, hiding nothing. They all dress this way. No man to tell them it's wrong. Not ashamed like the women of other planets, they bare their most private skin, and look upon those that gasp at them with confusion. Looking above me, I'm greeted by the churning sky. Like an iridescent paint mixed with a darker color, it stirs and blooms in beautiful chaos. Frightening to most, but harmless. A constant storm rages in this planets atmosphere. No precipitation, just cold, wet, wind and constant darkness. They live with out light. The closest star is too far away, and with the storm, they wouldn't see it anyway. Their eyes see the same as mine. Where I see this way by choice, they just adapted. I know from tales, that their taking me to their Queen, the one who lead them here, the one who conquered over all men. According to legend, no outsider is allowed to look upon her. It's some kind of disrespect to see her full on for some reason. I'm yanked forward by the cuffs around my hand, and forced to shuffle my bound feet a bit faster. I look ahead and see the castle. Ancient ruins that were left before they came here are now their homes. The knives and daggers swinging and bouncing at their sides catch the orange light coming from torches ahead, that frame the gates. I was the hunter on other planets, now I'm the hunted. I've heard stories about the Femes, about the planet, inhabited solely by beautiful warrior women. Many have tried to over throw them, but none have. Return passage is not an option from here. If you come seeking them, you will find them, and you will never leave alive. My skills, my expertise is novice compared to them, and for the first time since my childhood, I feel uneasy entering the leaning iron gates. Two of them, standing just inside, look upon me with stone faces, their breast laying under rope-weaved garments. That look, I have never received, only given. The look you give to your squirming prey, a look of pride and power over your prize. I swallow, and taste the air, as we enter the thresh hold of the lionesses lair.
