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Chapter 7: Eefa

"Huh oorh"

He had no idea what to do with the Cougar beside him on the tree. But of course he knew what he

would do with the one beneath him. He knew that the creature would never make it to the top of the

tree. It would only rage and growl to make him cower and surrender. He did know the logic of those

creatures. He didn't know that creatures in the figment of the universe were as sensible as that. He

needed no hypotheses to test their stance and logic. He did know what they were up to. He did know This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

the language which they understood easily. He knew how to make confetti of the semantic

also. DEATH! That's their language. They would seek the death of a stranger or whoever they were

accosting you the first time. He didn't know what trained knowledge was that. He had no idea who

trained the knowledge. He couldn't be sure. He couldn't fathom. Probably if he did arrive at a crumbling

conclusion, he would talk the person or creature into sanity of being a sane creator. Like the missing

link in him. He looked up at the sky, twas pricking some red rhythm and was gloomy. He had no idea

what was going to happen.

He picked the cougar which was by him, sat up and immediately slid down the tree. He didn't know

what that was. Why he had made such quick decision. He had no idea why he hadn't thought so well of

it before sliding down his berth. He was already before the snarling Cougar. He was familiar with the

ritual. But he wanted to learn quite the numbers of things while dealing with the new one. He wondered

how many of them were in that forest he was in. He wondered what their motivations were. He wanted

to be sure. He needed to know why they get angry so easily and without a sane course. Were they

birthed with rage. They weren't like him. He would look closely at a new creature he saw, made sure he

understood quite the numbers of things about them before choosing to do whether the right or wrong

thing. He was thinking too much and the Cougar wasn't ready for such. It leapt at him as he ducked. He

showed the Cougar its dead mate by dangling it before him, but the Cougar simply never cared. He

seemed to had found an answer to his worries. They were also hungrily angry. He had no idea what

about.

He held the dead Cougar by the two legs bordering its tail as he held it as though twas some

weapon. Even if twasnt, he would make one of it. He wasn't actually doing that because he couldn't

withstand the Cougar or couldn't make rage of his annoying qualities. All he was doing and was bent

upon was getting it more annoyed. He was trying to enrage it. Like he would do to the Centaurs and the

Satyrs. That would help him. He wanted to know if anger would give the creatures of that figment of the

universe to him like it did give those of his world to him. He was quite the observer. The Cougar

charged again as he sent it flying in the air with the blow of the swinging of the dead Cougar. It hit its

head against a hard root and was lying lifelessly on the earth. He knew twould work and he did feel

quite proud of himself. He couldn't had done anything better. But he wasn't sure what he would do with

the two carcasses. Probably he would work one and mar the other. He couldn't be so sure.

He moved towards the recently dead Cougar with the other in his hand. Sat he himself by the root

of the tree to have his breakfast. There wasn't much to do. He was famished. He thought that that time

would be the best time to have his hypotheses nursed. He hadn't had the time to brood over the

mysterious chant of his father which he had made from the drugged dream. He dug his teeth into the

side of the Cougar he killed the other day. He swigged a mouthful and spat it out. What was he

thinking? Was he thinking of making a delicious meal of what had been dead over a day. Naturally in

his world, the Cherubs they did hunt could serve as meals throughout a week without decaying or

rotting. He had no idea why the new world's was different. Twas different in an awkward way. He flung

the Cougar in hand away and feasted on the newly killed. Then he asked himself, if he hadn't killed the

new Cougar what would he had had for breakfast. Well, probably the missing link helped direct the

Cougar to him. He couldn't be sure. He was snapped outta his thought. He heard a voice. The syllables

hewn by the glottis of the owner of the voice were divided amongst the thickness of the forest,

whooshing wind and his instinct. He couldn't make apt meaning of them. But he did hear:

"So long the time be gone."

He couldn't fathom. He wasn't a part of the people. He might need to understand their language.

What was he even thinking? Why was he easily given to thoughts. He was yet to see who twas, he was

already nursing learning some dimwitted language. He wanted to meet the owner of the voice. He had

missed the owner before and had accosted a Cougar. He wouldn't miss again. He couldn't afford it.

Twas costly. The price was suicidal. He wanted to meet the owner of the voice and he wanted to eat.

One should wait for the other. He knew meeting the owner of the voice wouldn't wait, so wouldn't the

meal. He knuckled under doing the two at the same time. He picked up the meal and rushed across the

path voice was coming from. The Cougar was strapped to his mouth as he stumbled upon Climbers

and trunks. He was doing what you would call eat-walk. He arrived at the spot but didn't look ahead

concentrating on the meal when he stumbled upon what looked like a Cuneiform and fell on the earth

facedown. Well, he hugged his meals, with his claws digging into the flesh of the carcass. He raised his

head and was astound with what he saw. He swigged a mouthful of the Cougar again to be sure if he

was in reality or caught up in another taunting trance. Hell he was!