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starr
May 5, 2014

by FactsAreUseless


I'm in.

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starr
May 5, 2014

by FactsAreUseless


I suck so I'm in with a

starr
May 5, 2014

by FactsAreUseless


Burning Bright
Hunt It Down in the Shola Forest 1098 words



The tabla drums beat their frantic song into the steamy night. They penetrated Aatreya’s skin, resonated within his bones, and seemed to alter his heart until his whole body thrummed with the message of the drums. Hunt, hunt, hunt…

The full moon cast the rolling hills in stark shadows, highlighting slick flesh and the glinting tips of spears. Firelight flickered from torches held aloft by the small band of hunters. Below the hills he could see the valley forest where that terrible beast lived, that beast that used to be closest to his heart.

The land seemed to hold its breath in the night, as if the animals knew too that this was the night of a hunt, and that it would be wise to stay hidden in the face of such bloodlust.

The drums beat against Aatreya’s temples and his blood felt electrified with anticipation.

Hunt, hunt, the hunt is here!

***

Aatreya fell in love with Inimai the first time he laid eyes on her.

When Aatreya was a young boy he had wept bitterly when he found out he was to be betrothed. To think, that he was to marry a girl of all things. Determined to see this horrible creature, and mischievous as young boys tend to be, he snuck one day to the other side of the village where he knew she lived. She was out back, helping to tend to the chickens. And oh, how he fell in love with her in that moment! She was a fierce thing, her eyes an astonishing green. Years later, after she had died, Aatreya would meditate on that moment often. Those green eyes, before they became the eyes of the beast, before they became a thing of the dark.

***

The trees closed around them, covering the moon and plunging the hunters into darkness relieved only by the light of the torches. The drums had subsided to a tense pulsating silence.

Aatreya signaled to the other hunters and crept forward. This above all was his hunt, his spear blessed for the killing blow to stop Inimai’s spirit from coming back in an even more vengeful form.

The only sound was the soft rustle as experienced feet moved through the forest. Aatreya’s palms were slick with sweat. He knew they were close.

He started as he felt something squelch underneath his feet. He cut off a cry as he saw what he had stepped on.

It was a small human hand, perfectly intact, henna still visible on the tiny fingers that used to belong to the little girl that was stolen out of the village the night before.

He heard a yell as one of the men stepped on another lost limb. Before he could react, before he could whisper a warning, the dark erupted in a snarl.

Aatreya had the impression of rippling flesh, of white gleaming teeth, of the stench of heat and death and musk, before he was knocked back. He heard a bloodcurdling scream that was cut off suddenly in a gurgle. Hot blood spattered onto his cheek.

He opened his eyes to a world of flickering light and dark mingled with the cries and screams of man and beast alike. Using his spear as a crutch he heaved himself up.

And for the first time since her death he saw her.

Oh Inimai!

She was a tiger, but larger than any he had ever seen, three times the size of a normal adult. She seemed to be all muscle and fangs, and her claws seemed to shred through flesh like it was the thinnest of silks. She was a terrible sight to behold.

She let out a roar as a spear bit into her flank. She turned towards him, teeth bared in pain.

This was the moment he had waited for. This was his chance to set her free. He leveled his spear towards her.

Green eyes, grotesquely human in such an inhuman face, looked at him. They were Inimai’s eyes. The spear wavered.

She lept towards him. Aatreya felt a deep cold biting in his side. There was screaming in the night. It took him a moment to realize it was he who was screaming.

***

He had to keep moving forward.

Blood fell thickly from his side, oozed down into his shoes until he was slipping from his own blood. Every breath seemed to sting deep inside his body.

He didn't know how long he had walked into that forest in vain chase of Inimai. He remembered coming to weak and gasping to a scene of blood and fire. A torch dropped had caught the brush on fire. Mangled bodies littered the forest floor. He couldn't tell if there were any other survivors. But he couldn't go back. Not until he had finished what he started.

Smoke drifted into his eyes, causing them to sting and water. He coughed and felt warm salty liquid spatter from his mouth. The fire was getting closer. It seemed to spread around him, as if ringing him into his destiny. A gaur, eyes rolled in fear and fire caught aflame ran past him. He could hear the birds crying out in alarm. Still he kept on.

How he knew where she lay Aatreya could not say, but he moved with a surety that he felt in the core of his being. His heart hammered against his chest, seemed to sing to him. This way, this way Aatreya!

He stumbled into a small clearing. He could see the fire flickering all around him, closing in.

And there she was, that terrible love of his.

Blood trailed from the wound in her side. She panted in pain.

“Inimai!” He called out.

The tiger turned, looked at him with lamp bright eyes. Did she recognize him? Did anything left of her human self remain in this vessel?

Aatreya leveled his spear, swallowing blood and fear. He knew this time his spear would not falter. He would set her free.

“Inimai!” He called again.

She leap towards him, mouth opened in a snarl. Aatreya saw his spear enter cleanly into her chest and out her back before he was knocked back in a tangle of flesh and fur. He saw those beautiful eyes he so coveted, already dulling in death throes, lit like some vengeful god in the light of the fire, before she closed her mouth around his body and he saw no more.

starr
May 5, 2014

by FactsAreUseless


flerp posted:

critiques

Thx for the crit.

starr
May 5, 2014

by FactsAreUseless


Late but thanks for the crits!

Also I'm in with a flash rule please.

starr
May 5, 2014

by FactsAreUseless


I'm in with a



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starr
May 5, 2014

by FactsAreUseless


I'm in with Teenage and Feminist: Hanoi's Fishmongers

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May 5, 2014

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In with a because I suck. Give me a genre.

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