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The Finest Hunt The World Has Ever Known; Or, the collapsing cavern and the search for the first abomination
Topic Started: Aug 1 2016, 03:52 AM (61 Views)
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{ ... Verginia, pressed for time in the first hours of Her new world, assembled several beasts into one and thus created the first abomination. This malevolent thing committed heinous crimes against Her children, so in Her shame, Verginia banished the monster to the depths of the World until Decimation... But the Mother of Creation could not protect Her Children for long, for this abomination was not the last to be unleashed across the land ... }
~ Taken from the works of The True Man, c. 1847


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THE FINEST HUNT THE WORLD HAS EVER KNOWN

The wagon rocked from side to side violently, as if the sun-baked earth beneath the wooden wheels was an angry sea, plotting to thwart the adventurous intentions of the tenacious vehicle. "Why didn't we take the truck?" the man nearest the rear of the wagon asked, while holding his stomach and turning pale.

"Makes too much noise. Have you ever hunted before?" the pale man shook his head and frowned. "We're almost there. Hold your lunch or you'll clean the wagon when we get back to the post."

The world around them was a vibrant shade of apricot and pale green. In the distance pale mountains rose and fell, acting like traveling companions to the men in the wagon. Ahead of them, looming balefully was the rain-forest. Clouds hung over top of the verdant canopy and threatened the men with their gray color and violent thunderous bellows.

Lightning flashed and the horses stutter stepped and whined nervously. The driver was a mean looking native and his riding crop bit into the horse's haunches viciously. Next to him an older man looked sadly at the abuse, but said nothing. He slid his jungle cap off his bald head and ran his hand across his brow.

"Are the stories about this place true?" he asked the wagon driver. The native smiled, his sharpened white teeth and bright pink gums were as jarring as the flashes of lightning they approached.

"Yes Sah, all very true. You come to a cursed place." the older man frowned, but found comfort in the rifle that laid across his lap, like a sleeping dog. "That's why we've brought these." the native man looked down at the rifle and then at the rain-forest ahead of him. "I will pray for you anyway."

A mile from the rain-forest the horses whined nervously again and came to an abrupt stop, rocking the soldiers sitting half asleep in the wagon back to reality. The storm was now overhead and rain began to stain their skin and flatten their hair. The driver's riding crop whipped the horses again, but they snorted in defiance. "I'm sorry Sah, but even they know not to come to this place. I cannot take you any closer."

The bald man nodded and climbed down from the seat, throwing a sack of gold flakes up to where he had just been. "Thank you, boy. I will note your service in my records." Behind him the men jumped off the wagon one-by-one and covered their wet hair with dark green jungle caps.

Rifles left their shoulders and married their hands and their dark green and black boots sank deep into muddy soil. The storm blackened the sky and the wagon began to move again, slowly turning away from the rain-forest and retraced its route back towards the safety of the coast. The men watched the wagon as it disappeared over the horizon, swallowed up by the setting sun and sighed heavily.

"It'll be dark soon. We need to get a move on and get into those trees before we can't see anything. We'll camp near the edge tonight. Soon the Federatives will be here, and in the morning we can begin our hunt in earnest." They sounded off and marched silently towards the opening in the trees, their feet battling the hungry mud for traction as the storm intensified and the sprinkling became a downpour.

SOME TIME AFTER...
April the Twenty-Eighth, Ninteen Hundred and Sixty Eight
The private logs of Lieutenant of the Infantrie Hollis Mack
Mahali Nyeusi Rain-Forest, Darkest Gondwana-Nyarubuye

The first night was not so difficult. It rained for hours but the whole forest was cast in this pale glow that seemed otherworldly. It was our guide, and we found a hospitable area to make camp while we wait for our Federative friends to arrive. I imagine in the same fashion as we.

It's now the third night, and I remain anxious to meet our friends on this hunt, as the sounds of the beasts just beyond the clearing arouse in me a great feeling of adventure.

I'm told its just adrenaline, but science cannot always define the intricacies of man. I feel this in my bones, I feel the thrill of the hunt I will soon be on when I hear the roar of a beast or the rumble of their feet as they rage through the trees. Some of the men are spooked, however.

None so thrilled as I. We passed many a maligned statue, rotten from the dampness and depicting the fears of the natives that used to reside within this rain-forest many years ago. I reassured them that nothing would happen to them, and they would soon return to the Confederacy rich and more famous than they can ever imagine.

I hope that is enough to make them stay the course...
Edited by TWC, Aug 10 2016, 04:07 PM.
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