The doe had small pointed horns, a scar along the girl’s side twitched in memory....
The young girl crawled across the slippery rocks, her bare feet and hands moved slowly and methodically, just as the tortoises had taught her, always so certain of their steps. She was old enough to have seen patterns emerge, not just in the shapes of the moon but in the light and temperature of her world. She knew it would be cold again one day but for now the world was warm. She now stood on her feet, off the rocks it was better to move as the monkeys did, she crouched down and began to bound across the sand towards the tree line, upon reaching it she began to climb. From her branch she could see everything that came into a clearing in the trees, she was willing to wait for what she needed. Just as the orang-utans had show her she sat, legs-crossed, body leaned forward.
The sweat was dripping down her brow as she sat, the sun had fallen low and was burning her neck, she could not move, captivated by the soft movements of small deer. The deer twitched, silently crossing the clearing, sniffing the air, knowing that it was being watched. She waited; the deer settled its self and lowered its head.
The doe had small pointed horns, a scar along the girl’s side twitched in memory. She rose slowly, the deer now just below her branch. She howled, the cutting cry of a swooping owl, her prey tried to flee in all directions at once. Falling on to the deer she rolled with it, her calloused hands searching for weakness. The hands, having found their mark, began to tighten, long fingernails snapped, blood pouring from torn skin. Eventually the deer stopped struggling, now merely convulsing. The joy spread though her small frame, adrenalin coursing though tiny veins until she could feel every pump.
Like a leopard she dragged the corpse to the top of her tree, her raw hands clutching the horns. She was bruised but had been far worse, watching her kill as carefully as a parent watches a child. She did not leave the tree for several nights, burying her head in her deer when the need struck, fighting a losing battle to keep the fly’s from burrowing in. eventually, the corpse became useless to her, she cast if from the tree, on too a fallen branch, trying to keep it in one piece, she dragged it far from her tree, in a few nights the tree would lose its scent and she could hunt again, until then there would be hunger, familiar despair was creeping up on her.
She sat by a tidal pool and drank deeply, the water was gradually becoming more tarnished as the dirt, sweat and blood ran off her skin. Without language she thought in sensations and memories of sensations, not for the first time she wondered what she was. She watched a fish circling the bottom of the dirty pool, wondering if she could stay below the water that long, she adopted her orang-utan`s pose and stared. Unlike the others there seamed to be no skill or technique to this strange way of life. Slowly she lent forward, then allowed her self to fall, the cold struck, her head was being crushed by and unseen enemy, she thrashed and tried to roar, As the air left her she brushed on sharp rocks cutting notches into her.
Slowly she watched as the distorted treetops shrunk and fell away, then sand was pressing on her back, she tried to move forwards, lying on her side she undulated her body but could not move like the fish had, her bones would not fit. Her lungs started to ach. She tried to crouch on the floor, it felt odd, she felt strong down here, as though her body weighed nothing but at the same time she was slow, No way that she could hunt. The silence was strange, the kind that fell when a herd spots a predator. her lungs felt tight, she was uneasy, frightened by the strange place she had found. Straightening her legs trying to jump back to the surface, a desperate attempt to get back to her territory, she was so light; she felt water rushing passed her.
The girl broke the surface, she was now in limbo, stuck between familiar fear and a new kind, she felt something brush past her legs, she knew that something was going to grab her and pull her into the strange plane once more. Breathless and bleeding she hauled herself on to the sand, weaker then she went in.
Lying in the sun she shivered, the enemy released her head. She wished that she could get away from the water but she was too drained. As the moon rose cold gripped her foot, in terror she looked down to see that the water was reaching out for her, like her deer she panicked, scrabbling backwards her eye never leaving the glistening mass that was trying to envelop her body.
She decided to put as much distance between her and the water as possible. She set her eyes on a large hill that was surrounded by cliffs, walking lemur like she made for it. Thick woods surrounded the cliffs; the air stank of rotted wood and animals. She moved though them as quickly as she could until she felt a rising discomfort in her gut, she was in someone else’s territory, and they knew she was here. Knowing without truly sensing the danger she began to display. She jumped, beating the ground and threw stones, she felt hesitance in her invisible stalkers. She continued more hurried now, hearing twigs sap and earth move as the pack began to converge. Now they were close.
The small girl stood on her legs and ran for the hill, if felt unnatural and unbalanced but she was fast. She shambled thought the tree line and scrabbled up a tall boulder, picking up a rock and hurling it into the trees once she had reached the top. They were on the edge, unsure of what they were hunting, it moved like a great many things but looked like none of them, a high pitched shriek told them that this thing could be dangerous, they sought out easier pray.
Sitting on top of the hill with a light breeze gradually wearing her down a small girl sat and wondered what she was. No warm fur, no strong claws, no sharp teeth, no intimidating horns. What was she, everything else seamed to do what it was going to do with out any effort but every day was a struggle for her, she did not understand. Beautiful shapes were circling above her, moving in a slow wide spread pattern above her head, they lowered them selves gracefully on to carrion at the bottom of the cliff.
The girl stat and thought about this, the vultures seamed to have a perfect life, nothing to be sacred of in the sky. Drifting around fearing nothing, eating with out hunting. She watched as they circled below, she crept closer to the edge. The blood filled her feet, she was tingling all over with a mixture of fear and excitement. she sat watching how they drifted. The cold was biting deep now.
The sunrise found her still huddled on the edge, cold to the bone, hungry and cold.
The girl stood up, the breeze hissing against her bare skin. She spread her arms wide with her finger splayed, she moved her fingers and felt the path of the wind change, felt how these magnificent creatures sored. She tucked her knees in close to her chest leaned forwards. The girl grinned, she knew what she was. With the smallest of movements she was away.
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