(AN: I'm gonna have to stop now, and spend my time break. But my story takes time to update by think of my imagination.)
Chapter Ten
Tales of Humans as Discovery
"How did humans know that? And why did you call me that I am mancub?"
The jackal let out of knowing the truth as fair share in many secrets of great mysteries. And that he brute smart and slick as he fooled anyone as Baloo was tricked.
"Why do I know about humans, you should learn for yourself silly," Tabaqui lied to himself. "All the jungle knows it, did you know."
"No….?" Mowgli shook at him.
"Well then, humans are however the strangest creatures here in this world." He began the tale as accurately as such a boy's hooked.
"They are both tall and hairless, unlike other animals than monkeys. They both stand on two legs and can master their own will by making tricks of magic."
Another of Mowgli gave answers.
"Magic of what sort?"
The jackal walks beside as the dog guides him in wandering off the path, just for occasionally he is lured to convince Mowgli instead.
"Follow me then," replied Tabaqui the jackal, scurrying as the brush through the jungle led him here.
More talks carry on at bigger words of temptation growth from a short to showing things.
"How can you be certified that I am mancub, but I am not human. I am a wolf you realised that—right?"
"Ho ho ho, that's funny to talk about," Tabaqui laughed, pretending to be friendly. "Man…..wolf, or both that really does not matter."
Mowgli's uncertainty and such assurance of consciousness would clearly sooner be done.
"But then what if humans can be more useful and wiser? And why haven't we seen them in the parts of jungles." He added in more bizarre.
"Yes and no," he says in clearing minds. "Human beings who lived in this native for survival so long ago. And something had adapted itself in making tricks as tools for weapons to defend each other."
Mowgli climbed up one inch by the rocky stone step by step, and walked around but coming down in return.
"They made houses for warmth, as they camped till they went fishing to catch. And of course human's best friends play with their pet's and make tricks." He continued on and on, the chatter he goes and more seeking.
"More houses as more grow many as taller than called buildings whom may called a city. Taller as they have jungle in concrete and made the tallest trees of such marvellous things."
Mowgli's mind is popping of memory checked in the sort that days ago of the tallest tree has shone on him.
"That's the thing yet I saw it last time!?" He expression as expected. As the birds flocked away as the mongoose ran in passing from bushes to find dinner.
"So what you are saying is true, that they got everything, and simply had mastered themselves."
Tabaqui stopped sitting on the floor, as waited for another chattering bark. "There are lots more, lots and lots more than is unexpected."
The boy's heart grew beating at gripping his chest in vibes at such waiting, wanting to know everything he needed. Often a dire need of what comes next is longer questionable.
"The humans crafted beetles with iron that go on road paths; they used caterpillars and snakes from tracks. They were able to cross the sea to the ocean and see a lot of other worlds. And they made it fly up to the sky on travelling by a great bird with metal wings but something flies up to heavens. And yet made magic, to thunder with steel, as they made the first red flowers."
The boy thought it confusing and unconvincing that he said that flowers can be very fallible and misunderstood no sense.
"Red flower," says Mowgli in deep concern. "What kind of flower was used?"
Tabaqui snickers at deviants by looking his head's down, and shakes with it as he bets a dumb way.
"Oh you are so still funny, and still didn't know what kind of red flower mancub." Tabaqui chuckled and worsened by the appointment. "The red flower is alive but burns into creeping and crackles by mastery of their hands. It burns through the jungle and everything it torches is destroyed."
Imagine the brown eyes as the boy was caught unimaginably by red, orange and yellow by dancing swift, swirls and twirls in overwhelmed.
"I never knew if that thing can possible do to harm this jungle,"
"It burns by touching our skin and how hard it is used and usually the beings control it. We are often afraid of the red flower."
He looks at the dead tree, yet being burnt into black crisp either as moist coal like struck by lightning of years ago.
"What else are humans that you've seen?" he went on asking one more thing. "Have you encountered them?"
"I'm afraid not, they all disappeared now l, vanished without a trace." Says the jackal firmly. "I haven't seen for quite some time that my mother tells me for many years that it was not caused by unnatural causes. All the cities were dead silent, the world was silent. Even the wanderer may know these are called: humans. For even been for many times as the old sun's ages ago."
That made the boy so disappointed and yet displeases for what he was looking for, as hold and behold that'll of mishap scratch from a surface.
"Then there's nothing else I can prove to find out my purpose." Mowgli was saddened by his glum and crown, and how disappointing this young lad was. Rubbing his back skin neck has been a tough day as though it's quite difficult.
"However," said Tabaqui, bursting with another inclination. "There were two humans who may have been here in decade's. I saw one by the camp hours ago."
Mowgli sparked off expectations into excitement, gravely praising the jungle god's.
"Really, can take me there," Mowgli went, believing that a jackal was truthfully.
Be careful as he says firstly, that I may say Mowgli that must never tell a difference, talking to strangers while strolling down a low path.
After they travelled ahead alongside and took a turning, here and there, Tabaqui showed to follow in long short paths. The nearest post revealed some that a jungle was hard to yield as the young brown boy had gone apparently as dumbfounded by the actual campsite. With the surrounding of one curved tent by a dirty mess in green, that the jungle takes it.
There were others between the inside of the hole open, found by two old bags altogether. There at the centre of ground soil, covered by leaf's in some sort of black patches and grey and white ashes. But was resolved away by the wind of breezes.
"They are all travelling together in one night, until this incident, horrible deaths waiting. Waiting as they've been as hollows screeched out as they both died."
Mowgli can't believe anyhow, or any causes at hopeless sunken into abyss that how sad must be.
"And that's everything you needed to tell me, every of these rumours are true." Mowgli bent to his knees and lower self, as curiously at folds in filling as memorized by putting on head bank.
"All everything you known, and of course is it most you needed find more of it." The jackal says with a boy. "All you wanna to find out the truth, is find me and follow the snaketracks."
And that's came about of it, as the voice fades away into back to the thicker as among the green thickets. As the mancub remains on stood and study down of beholder at soil.
An older dried male skeleton laying into a verily ground as they're clothes with red stains by shirt and pants as posed of raggedy. Mowgli touched the bones as he pressed a dead man's hand, holding the object in a loose grip. The object was a curved knife as tooth shaped as silver by sunlight. It picks and holds at chance to look at a strange iron-tooth by pointy. The little one gazes at transfixing himself a remarkable tool, as he sniffs out it might be good to eat. But that does not mean to bite the cold steel.
So Mowgli decided to able for take it as well. With a knife by hand as holder, and simply take off his dead neck at small scabbed, until he hear his called 'Mowgli where are you at'.
As the boy rushed back to the thickness of the path, return of where he was. Carrying with this knife, as a hidden keep.