Cruel Dunes
By, Sonsasu
Episode Two
"Stay With Me"
The Predator halted in front of me, yellow eyes boring down with an impressive strength, I refused to acknowledge such a thing as intimidation…but it was certainly effective. In a fluid motion, he knelt down on one knee while lifting his right hand, thus I tensed for the worst. As it turns out, there was nothing to be concerned about, he reached out and gripped my left shoulder, shaking it gently. "I am Lone-Spear of the Crimson Tusk clan…" His blunt admission surprised me…I had expected him to remain difficult, not come right out and tell me his name…
Rising to my knees, I grasped his shoulder and mimicked the Predators idea of greeting, "I'm…"My voice and lips froze, bound by an ancient magic, I could no longer use my real name…so long as I was striped of clan and rank, "I am Weeping-Mountain, outcast." Not the best of introductions I could have done…Lone-Spear's broad eyebrows lifted, I suppose he did not anticipate the outcast bit…releasing his shoulder I sat back down, folding cold hands over my warm stomach.
Lone-Spear released my shoulder, cocking his head to the side, "How are you an outcast Ooman…Weeping-Mountain." His mild slipup made me smile faintly, "I would rather not talk about it…on these sands the past is always erased." A flicker of emotion fluttered over his strange face and he briefly glanced away, before choosing to sit beside me, silently staring ahead, observing the soft blue lights dancing over the worn rock walls. I had to resist the urge to lay my head against his muscled arm and battle the desire to play with one of the dreadlocks that was resting on my shoulder…a huge tongue-curling yawn interrupted my musings. The sudden weight of fatigue pressed down on my eyelids and limbs, which drew another vast yawn from me; ah, to the Dark Ancestors with it…I had helped him, now he could help me…
Abandoning normal caution, I pillowed my cheek upon the thick arm, instantly he stiffened to the point I thought I was resting on a damn rock… A few stiff seconds past and one by one, Lone-Spear's muscles relaxed, though he did try to shift away…or so I believed. Instead of pushing me away or moving, he lifted the arm I was resting on and as gravity tilted me downward, he gently slowed my decent, allowing me to slip along his chest and rest on his thigh. I pried one heavy eye open, gazing at Lone-Spear from the corner of my vision, "If those who come here no longer have pasts…will you stay with me…Weeping-Mountain? I do not…like being alone…"
The softly spoken words struck me as very odd, Predators were never this…emotional, they were hunters, not kind caring creatures…yes they have honor…but a fear of being alone? Closing my eye I nodded, both in of agreement and so I could feel the strange skin beneath my cheek, it reminded me of a Dragon's under-skin, thick like rubber but soft as the wing membrane. A soft purring is what I fell asleep to, Lone-Spear's steady breathing and the mildly unpleasant rock digging into my hipbone…being human is quite uncomfortable…
--To be continued--
--Tune into Episode Three--
"To the distant east"
Disclaimer-I do not own Predator
© 2007-I own this world, my main character Weeping Mountain , Snarling Tusk, and the names used, along with the plot.
I know it's painfully short, but I'm still experimenting with it
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