"That was a hell of a fun."
The leader of the seven said. He was dripping. He was damped and drenched. Water was tracing track across the top of his nose, chin and every other plain patterns on his body.
They had just returned from their impromptu tour of the forest the Imp used to live in. They wanted to be sure that there was nothing there.
They'd actually accosted several other wild cats, good for them, they could fight their ways around the whole thing.
"That crazy leopard almost bit off my biggie."
The last man who walked out of the waters said. The leather he was having on should be water-proof but that was nothing close to it.
He joined the remaining sect and they all converged as the leader hopped on his discourse,
"You don't say that about a man, you have no idea what a typical man can do. Let alone the one who's so pressed. Bet with me, he's even going to poo in your food." Light laugh serrated, like the saw do to the wet tree. Then the leader of the Six said in mockery, "Spill that. What'd you mean by saying that? To ridicule him? He's a man of course. Or you meant to say he's a woman?" There was a struggle to make humor out of it by the six, but since he was their leader, whether humorous or not, they were bound to laugh of course. Then at once, one of the two fellows who seemed to have this distinct flow stopped. He raised his hand to shun all who were feigning the laughter. "You don't boss around, man. Put your hand down, I'm the boss here." The boss stepped for
"How do we explain to them?" Lude said as he tried to catch up with the tough guy. One thing was the fact that he somehow felt safe around him. Like the feeling you nurse when you're around someone who you know can take care of you. They were few metres away from the village, there was a border. A border which could be lit and burnt into ashes by some tongues of felon flames. Twas made from lots of trees, mostly strong and undaunted ones such as cedar and boabab. There was also a good feeling to drawing closer to the village. Meant only one thing, he wouldn't have to be worried over anything anymore. If he would he worried, then twould be over eating or having to resume the craftsmanship he had been given to. But going t
"There's a monster closing up pace and might come to hunt our village down." The tough guy said as soon as he bowed to the Monarch. His heart which had been thumping knew peace and his ears erect. Twas known to all of them that the Monarch had no mercy of words. He would speak gently for only few who could make meaning of it. Many had owed it to the fact that he was suffering from some disease no one had an idea of and no cure to. But some said, twas genetic and that he contracted it from his grandparents. The Monarch was sitting on an elevated chair made from boabab and there were two men standing by him, fanning him. The tough guy and Lude were standing before him, while on their right and left were chiefs who championed the course of the Monarch.
"Where are you taking me to?" Lude tried to ease himself off the grasp of the tough guy. He had been dragging him since he had gone out of the Monarch's Palace to call his sister. What was reasonable was the fact that they were going to their house but that wasn't enough. The tough guy was acting odd. He had been, by the way, only that there was a new twist to it. He hadn't said anything yet and they were dragging towards Lude's house. The tough guy's left arm was wrapped around Lude's body as he pushed him through and they entered into the compoud. The house of Lude's father, who was one of the Chiefs of the Monarch was typical of all houses of those with reverence in the village. There was always a fence made from bamboo stalks and raff
"I don't think this is a good idea." She said. He halted. He was sweeping the whole strength he had in him into a bowl. He needed to survive for her sake. He was the one who had brought her into the woods. He should protect her and not die on her. But how about if she wasn't helping situations like she was doing at that moment. Seemed more to him like he would be left with no sane choice but to retort. But he was a grown up ass. He should be the one to talk her outta her fears. She was holding unto him, supporting him from falling, yet he could throw her away. He was leaning on her, and half of her side were buried in his chest. He could feel the weight of her boobs on his chest. Even if he was feeling some ruthless pain reaching for the tip of his co
"Iboh, what should do to your daughter when she's caught along side the traitor?" "I won't call him a traitor. He sees something we all are not seeing and that he was wise enough to escape the consequences that would still catch up with us, that doesn't rule him out as a fool." The mother of Iva said. She had been summoned. Her husband had been dead since three years ago and she had been responsible for anything that had to with Iva. What a typical mother would do. "Woman! You speak only when I bid you thus." The Monarch roared. She knew her peace and kept quiet as the Monarch turned to face Iboh, the father of Hira. Lude also was present and the leaders of the two search parties who had chased the couple in vain. There were ten people in the palace and it seemed a
"Li ku a ta mi a gri." The Imp stood at the border of the village. His sticky legs and hands. His mouth dripping blood and his eyes red like embers tamed by fierce furnace. He had the head of a girl in his hand and took another bite. He chewed for a while and hurled the head towards the direction of those who were scrambling and running for their lives. The border was fallen and the women were screaming as each mother tried to lay a hand on her child and take him or her to safety. Few of the men were being alerted that the Imp had broken into the village and had made its self known in public. Men with torches in the broad daylight were beginning to run from the fort of the Monarch towards the Imp. They got to him and were hurling their torches at him but the monster was much more wiser than them.&nbs
"Motherfucker, let me free." The fellow cried but all he could hear was the echo of his voice. He was weak and could feel the veins remonstrating. His eyes were blacking out and his strength was waning. He was tied to a large tree. He couldn't say since when he had been tied but he was sure that it'd been hours. The Imp had tied him after taking him into the forest and had left him for the wild. He looked around hastily if anything was coming. He was glad that no wild cat had plied that route. Twas hard to tell why. Twas unusual. Probably the Imp had devoured all the wild life. That probably was why there was nothing left. "Motherfucker!!!!" He cried again. Then he had a growl from behind. He was shook. "Who are you?" His voice broke to the quakin