It was much like any other evening, damp with humidity from the summer night, the echoed calls of wild beasts that live within the forest, and the moonlight that attempted to break through the tree branches casting down shadows on everything like a blanket of darkness. Why was I awake at such an hour? That was an easy enough question to answer. The witching hour was a perfect time to hunt. There was nothing else like the thrill of dancing through the night’s dangers to get blood pumping. When hearing the heart beat in your ears and feel the body’s warmth with the excitement of a chase, knowing that this is what it is truly to feel alive.
The pigmys were fearsome little creatures. They were quicker that catadillos and had a fierceness about them that would take anyone aback at first glance. They were fair game but don’t provide enough sustenance for the work to get just one. I like the sound the hawksray makes in the night. A bellowing shriek that makes the common mans’ skin crawl. A noise that cannot be reproduced; although, the closest thing I could come by the make a similar noise would be a mixture of claws against a chalkboard and scratching on a record. They are enormous beasts that can grab and fly off with anyone or anything up to the size of a water buffalo or a gren, which ever is bigger is debatable.
My people are of a peaceful nature, according to our family lifestyle. In other nations we are considered war-like and aggressive. When put into our situation, it only comes natural to defend what we have and survive in any means necessary. Threats from every which angle are evident in everyday life, not only from the predators that live off of the land and the things on it, but also from the other tribes on top of the scavengers. Scavengers are what we, feline, refer to those others who live here; not only humans but elves and other races that are running from one thing or another. The Scavengers hop around like they have bugs in their clothing, wound up like a tight spring and explode at any moment over the smallest things. It doesn’t surprise me when I come across one half eaten by something that they came across in the woods. They don’t seem to know what they are doing half the time, when it comes to battle. Maybe, some day, they will figure it out.
Until that time comes, I will go at my own pace and enjoy the challenges that await me. There are still things to discover and new journeys to take within Darken Wood before I feel as though I need to wander out of these lands and go exploring elsewhere.