(AN: I mess up till came unnoticing, so rewrite my chapter eight and updated now in this minute.)
Chapter Eight
Mowgli's Lies, The Jackal and the Tiger
As the sun rises half an hour's later from the pinkish sky from mid-morning of India, as you hear of sounds in birds chirping counting up or steering a cheers, at the den of their cave. Father Wolf yawned at his teeth revealing himself, got himself rid of sleepy eyes and started to wide open as the father looked around in counting, he only sees with his mate, his sons and daughter are still snoozing a little one minute. Only expected; Mowgli who was not around here.
He stood up in anxiety for a little bit, and wanted to try to call his son, and he wandered off, which made him worry and get worse.
But in seconds that he saw out of the cave was Mowgli laying there and sitting close to the open.
It finally takes it calmly now as he sits lonely outside of the entrance, as he walks in slow paced and sits with him, sitting on the same spot as Mowgli did. As he sees him bend as well, and hold his knees with his elbows by cradle himself, and his eyelids are heavy and more tired than of bags from dark circles.
"Mowgli, why are you outside of our den?" Father Wolf asked in small confusion.
"Father there's nothing else about it," lied Mowgli as he remains in the dark.
"You should've stayed here and waited here by morning, whatever is, we're all here for you. And that means alot to you."
As the sun is coming up by the golden morning radiant sky as you see horizontally. Mowgli wanna to him, for whatever the boy saw in his dream. And those kinds of weird strange thoughts and meanings.
"I-I-I just couldn't get better asleep on this last night—" he better make sure to say it, and make him tell him. If he really indeed told him this bit, wilt be like ('Oh no these cannot be right that, those of minds by telling great dreams not all are true'), or maybe ('Ha ha dreams, dream are fantasy of lies and wonderful of weird as Wonderland, you are such a dreamer') or maybe, maybe it Mowgli been not to tell him, without of his family knew it.
"There's also a red crocodile with green polka dots, and weird large eyes. What do you mean?" There, it is now a lie, for what he's gonna do then. He smiled as looks in pale and sheepish that could fool them. That's shameful. Father Wolf really might have believed him.
"Yes the dream might've been weirder than mine," Father Wolf added; as this child might have made him off guard. "That's only the case if you should've gone back to sleep now, and I'm gonna go back to sleep for an hour. I'm knackered for an hour. You should sleep too as well, Baloo wants you to be here in hope for the next exam."
That is why the hour or so comes in, they hold, coming back to the den once again. Later as the sky went blue in warmth, Mowgli was coming as Black Panther trusted to give him a ride.
"Hop on little brother," Bagheera said of a good purring morning.
"Where are we going to the next lesson Bagheera?" Answered Mowgli, in lesser words ain't rush.
"To the river," He admiringly to confess, "Baloo wanted show of to hunting for fish and course also learning of survival skill, and also Mowgli; I have a favour for you and need to asked,"
"What favour do you need for?" Mowgli yawned and cast himself.
The black panther leaps up to the tree trunk and climbs upwards, as the big cat stands on walking and dash all through the jungle carrying.
"Baloo needed something if you talked to the birds in find, is where to find the beehive. Baloo tummy starts to rumble and wants some honey, if you quit to help from a bird call, and lead him to find honey."
Again from Mowgli; all maybe so that course of sleepy eyes are growing tired, and more tired as the boy tightens his fur coast.
As the running a ride like a horse stumbled on gracefully of dash had spread, wind as the long hair were jumping up and going down to curl and thine. But that doesn't really help a lot.
Bagheera went a serious look onto sleepy mancub's are fading down his.
"Why are your eyes so sleepy all the time," Bagheera added in another example. "You'd rather not go to sleep, without proper sleep if you are hungry. Here have the mango instead where you haven't got to eat."
As he landed on the ground and found a tree with many mangoes, the boy started to get off Bagheera's back while he scratched onto his hair. To hold the tree as he usually does as Baloo learned to climb the fruit tree, although as with mancub in holding by fingers instead with claws to help he's still drifting. Claws are useless for Mowgli, but the tree was curved and held in arms spread.
"Let me help yah little brother."
Bagheera pushed up at his bottom. And grabbed another of the left branch and plugged the fruit as Mowgli's thoughts of daydreaming are lighter as he shakes it. As the boy held hands and had a bite.
As he mulches from teeth in sucking these juice, and swallows offer like a sweet by drool at his chin.
Mowgli wiped it off by forearming these lips to clean off.
"Mowgli finished that eating that and be satisfied a morning,"
"I'm done now, I'm fannish now Bagheera," Mowgli finished as his filling. And climb off drop of its own as Bagheera returned to riding position as hold tightly in fingertips.
"Good….. Now off we go!"
Bagheera swiftly to running ways in over and yonder of the low ground, and gone to left or right as such larger panther would steady on him, by jiggling off his back incredibly speedy legs. The leaves covered his brown face as the boy moved in strike each passing. All he hears the flock birds of Peafowls fly up to the trees, a herd of ten Sambar does with two fawns dashing out of riverbanks to move away a little.
"Are we nearly my friend!" He asks softly.
"Near there Mowgli, nearly there at the plains, sightseeing of bushes and trees near the edges."
This animal swiftly on the fast of jumped a small boulder south of east, as the boy's teacher had always rode ahead. among are truly as he couldn't bother his dreams, nightmares as Bagheera says since it was a cub. But unlike Mowgli won't truly share it, all because Bagheera would laugh with him as unbelievable or questionable stuff. But they always kept it.
I don't know how in the jungle, as hard as it can be, Mowgli's thoughts grow unsure and likely. So he better find a way to seek these answers.
(Meanwhile)
Now if you must know; that we can skip on the other of an outskirts between the valley, if that is going to merely occur, well that somebody goes rather twisted. Here there are other things in this jungles of outskirts in comes mile territory, as the thickness of deepest parts as see; a small dog-like with a bushy tail as he had long small snotted. And he sniffed the earth's soil by finding scraps of food carcass, it was the Tabaqui, the jackal, the dish-licker, the mischievous lies of the jungle that everybody here in India knew that. Because at that the wolves of India despised him and yet afraid of him.
Walked through on the path and he thought it would do anything he was able to find. But unwise for this scavenger, he always goes mischief by telling lies and every deception of their targets, but unfortunately he always follows and when he meets.
At the reach of the destination, was a terribly isolated place filled with dark forests in green of icky ferns and deathly darkening. No birds came in, no song, or any kind entered here.
The jackal approaches with his confidence as courage; but enters gloomy in the dangers as face head on. Tabaqui was more attentive in the actual steeple as he stepped in a little startled by paw, he turned his head downward on near earth's soil, and thought the stone was blocking his way.
But the jackal neither feels startled to jump in heaps, he goes on hidden a personal envy of his own. It glimpse in the starting of a bone in yet that which was covered with dirt and grove ages ago. Tabaqui's face grows in a sinister smile as devilishly stumbled in trudging away.
"Well well well, this one hasn't been around here in seasons," he said to himself, as he may have gone crazy with this skull. "No wonder these creatures have ruled over since that day."
Tabaqui made himself delighted most in the slightest of looks, being talking of dead skeletons as unseen. But this cow skull isdoesn't respond back to him, all because it's dead of empty bones and could not understand this dog's barking.
"Some of your masters that you give at every corner of this ploughing fields and give milk, and worship these man being. Until this tragedy struck. As the jungles grow and regain as they've driven." Tabaqui gave another in yet tells the cows and said nothing in return.
But the jackal thought was alway mad as ever to carry away to the jungle.
"But the days as they say," added the jackal, made beliefs of himself. "The jackals are a new era, our new chapter as we overthrow them as the kings of the world. Oh hear and look, it's Tabaqui they say come and glory to feast."
But the days of his imagination when he went away left the cow bones alongside and singing said: "Sleep well."
Tabaqui continued on laughing a bad joke, as the devious returned to the statement as the dark arrived of the large mouth of a cave. Bigger than a cave bear as large to get inside. All by these one dead fallen tree, and ferns stacked at curves emerge from the hill.
The jackal wasn't still afraid of it, as he went through inside the cavern as it faded away in the dark chamber.
The cave was filled with dripping wet rain; since it breached, and unable to stop from drip-drip-drip all over since the rainy seasons. Until this scavenger was only entering, and had been here quite sometimes looking at some fresh meat bones to eat.
As he furthermore into a damp place, he searches and searches with nothing more but a collective of dead bones dried up in tonnes of bone to pick up.
Tabaqui may be looking for a juicy bone for a little bit, no he only visited here to see him. The nasty man eater tiger who's always gives a favour, as liked of most a tiger was indeed a friend his as calls out: "Are you there Shere Khan, if you can please I would like to have one find a juicy meal of scrape from savings. It wouldn't be good to be hungry for a friend of yours."
From the lump of collective with bones, it shifted by something like in a steeple of claddagh as fallen down in the shape of shadow as the great fiendishly of tiger emerged at front Tabaqui. He looks down at a jackal, and looks at the tiger sternly as glad to greet him.
"Shere Khan, my lordship, the great and terrible of a jungle, and the destroyer of all humanity."
Shere Khan knows of this called by praise for himself yet the stripey big one would get on with it. "Oh hear and tremble they beneath you of majestic bone crunching, as the annihilator of bring the tiger king."
"That's all here now, thank you very much for gratitude in manner," snapped Shere Khan, as he held him by no more long praises.
He circled back to the room of the den by top of rock; was likely a bed rock with many bones as skulls at kill count.
"If there's a bone you wanted, and they maybe think that I need you with my help in return," Tabaqui's face got shown in slurps of tongue licking its lips, and tail shoots in experience of how delightful the boss bargains are.
"Oh master, I'll do anything for you in the meanings," Tabaqui added, leaping by standards to climb one rock wall. Pledge of the dog owner as he wanted for leftovers as the tiger would give it as a present.
"What is it? Tell me what you want?"
"I need you, Tabaqui to lure the mancub out of the Seeonee," the tiger admitted, groaning. "And bring it to me. Find the mancub at the Seeonee Hills." That stopped as the jackal frost in place by what he mentioned, saying those words are mancub in fact.
"T-the mancub, a human?" Tabaqui replies at the scrambling of head. "A human here in the jungle? I haven't heard that ever since my mother told me about the seasons ago."
Tabaqui reminds of things of her mother tells the tale of how the humans roamed the earth for ages, if he really noticed of it, and but yet occasionally it turns out of thought a fable base of made up stories.
"Thought of they'd all gone forever?"
As the purring of tiger remaining of laying to this rock as the messing with one skull bone. Just the explanation of the Shere Khan's spoken in behelding. "Not anymore, it's still alive today, and that cursed bear and panther stood guarding the boy."
He throw one skull by coming down a rocky in rolled over and over down, side to side as which landed to face Tabaqui. As the human skull of a female stares at up the jackal. In glance of empathy to soul which are nothing comes.
"I need you Tabaqui to bring him for me, lure him away out of the protection at Seeonee wolves territory. And you can have that bones of everything you provided."
"B-b-but what I'm supposedly to do to led him here?" The jackle asked in concerns. "Beside of that the human cub willed noticed of scheme by witty himself, and how I figured out to trap him."
"Tabaqui!!!" Shere Khan roars in burst slides down by paws. "You're the jackal, you make tricks for the mischievous by lying with folly. So think positive of the plan, and lure the mancub in somewhere! And this time no screw ups!"
That is cunning that which only meant as the jackal exiting the away outta this cave as the tiger looks down at the human skull, as he dwells into his thoughts by flashing his eyes, and thought back it's own.