Cameroon—Bouda [Colonialism, 1520-1960]
It was late at night when Cameroon encountered him, on his way back home with a skin full of water from the well. He thought he had seen a ghost, for his skin was white. He had a ponytail and his way of dressing powerfully attracted his attention. The apparition didn't talk, and Cameroon didn't dare to say hello. Soon he would realize that his instinct was warning him—and he should have listened.
For the man, not taking his eyes off of him, removed his white shirt, pants and boots, let his long hair loose and his body started to change before his eyes. Spotted fur coated his skin and he dropped on fours, now an animal, a hyena, a bouda. Cameroon dropped the skin, letting the ground absorb it, and ran, though he should have probably done that before.
Indeed, for the hyena was very fast and sank its fangs into his left arm as soon as it was close enough, with the intention of ripping his arm off. Cameroon felt he was going to lose it indeed when he jerked and the adrenaline helped him run faster; he was left with a hideous bleeding scar which left a trail of blood for the monster to follow.
On his way back home, where he kept his weapons and had people who could defend him, he saw another spectral apparition. A man with spiky hair, wearing a long, blue and white scarf, who expelled smoke from his mouth, coming out of the bushes. He didn't seem the least concerned about his terror or the beast chasing him. His eyes were on the blood dripping from his arm.
That was how Cameroon knew he couldn't be trusted. And indeed, the man puffed out smoke once again and the cloud covered him, and when the wind carried it away, a hyena had taken his place. After tearing off the human clothes it was still wearing, it pounced on him. He went for the guts, and went for the throat of the first bouda when it tried to claim its prey, making it desist.
Luckily for him, before it sank its muzzle into his chest, another one leaped on it. It was still more human than man, with short, well-combed blond hair and shiny blue yes, though soon those features disappeared, the skull cracking, and became an animal too, who claimed Cameroon for himself, fighting his rival to death, until it made it run away, wounded.
Taking advantage of their quarrel, Cameroon ran as fast as he could, bleeding all over, a hand on his open stomach, gasping in fear and pain.
The bouda would catch him in no time and finish what the others had started.
Suddenly, detonations. Cameroon turned around and saw that the hyena had been shot in one leg. Limping, it quickly disappeared.
The shots came from the guns of a man with a chin beard and long, blond mane and a shorter companion with bushy eyebrows.
"Are you alright?" The first asked.
"Oh, thank goodness you came to save me, gentlemen!" Cameroon sighed, running to them.
The two men glanced at one another and, to Cameroon's dismay, started to giggle inhumanly.