4:57 AM / Land of the Lost
Beating like the lost heart that it was, the hidden abyss of jungle trees stood gloriously in an ether of unknown wonder. A world away from any world known, this lost land lied to those who inhabited it. Dripping with the moisture of fresh dew that the morning mist brought in, the sky rested on the crest of dawn, and began to tuck the moon down over the horizon. As the sun arrived, the thick forest saw no difference. So lush in jungle-topping trees, the green roof blocked out much of the sun. Leaving single beams of pale yellow rays to peak through, the wooden beat of tree roamers and lingering beast muttered. Cawing from the fluttering birds of the tropics flew, as the frosty mountains bathed the lowland range in fresh mist.
The ground lied bare, with brown dirt, as the sound of a watery fall crashed in the distance. By the black cliffs of a forest edge, a redhead maiden stood in her barbaric armour. Long hair flowing with the whistling wind, she held the still posture of a statue, not even flinching from the chilly breeze, as it drug the sprinkling water from the pond around the cliffside. She just stared deep into the darkness of a black well in the rocky wall. A cave of abysmal darkness, it matched the rest of the uncertainty dangerous rainforest that she called home.
Waiting, she did, before she hear the huffs and grunts of her lord. Her browned companion, Brawnzan emerged from the darkness. Fingers jammed deep into the mouth of a horrid creature of alien proportion. Swaying through the ankle-high stream of muddy water that lied at the mouth of the opening, his thick boots stepped through the reddish-brown liquid with powerful strides. She bared a few unusual wounds across his chest. “…you alright, me love?”, she parted her lips at the sight of three bloody wounds on his tightened stomach. As he pulled the humanoid creature that was twice his size in thickness, the king lifted his smokey grey eyes past the natted locks of hair upon his head and onto his queen, “…mmm, I’ll be fine…..think this is the last of ‘em”.
Dropping the bloody carcass to the floor, it held the appearance of something other-worldly. “Where from do you think they came?”, her firm voice questioned the hidden horde of these beast, that they had been driving out of the caves all night. “…likely fallers from the above”, he looked to the two headless comrades that lied dead beside their alien brother, bodies for the buzzards to feed on, Brawnzan looked to his wife, as she gazed at the sky, where all disappeared things fall into the land of the lost. “…day breaks, Tigra…see yourself back to camp. Alert the fleet. I will return soon.”, the barbarian ruler stepped out of the dirt and up to her. "Sure, my king. Finish your duties. And be home to me, safely...", the redhead queen kissed him tenderly before handing him a wrapped stack of long plank, into his rough hands. Standing tall and built, he parted her away, before turning to the cave entrance as he stood alone in the shadowy forest. Staring at it with a deep furrow of his furry brows, he kneeled to the three alien bodies. Taking an animalistic sniff of their corpses, he looked at their green blood, before growling like a protective wolf. Taking the thick wooden polls, he planned to send a message to any remaining threats to his range. Brutally impaling each of them onto a stacking plank, he lifted and stuck them into the dirt. Creating an image of terror, the creatures now stood mutilated and on full display for all to see. Brawnzan gripped the locked mane on the back of a severed head, lifting the grotesque face to the sky. As blood dripped to his bronzed torso, the barbarian king opened his mouth and howled into the air. A thunderous roar of beastly authority, he proclaimed his land to all who heard.
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