《He-Thing and the Cabal of the Cosmos》Lost in the Wood.
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The nymph of the stream,
Aerth,
who had called to Shadow-Thing
with her airy melodies,
watched him intently
as he sated himself
with her waters.
What sort of creature was this?
From what strange union
did he spring forth?
His skin was a splotchy, bile-like
gray color,
with haphazard patches of
curled, oily hair.
He was beastly, tall,
with shoulders like a felled tree,
sturdy, though unsteady, legs,
and thick, powerful hands
that seemed astonished
by themselves.
The nymph smiled to herself,
amused
with the peculiar man.
She could have him,
if she so wanted.
He was spectacularly ugly,
in a way that was arousing
to her,
and it was such a lovely day —
but she was already nursing
a human child
begotten
from another wandering
stranger.
But what a marvel!
She had never seen
such a man before.
Shadow-Thing had his fill
of the water.
He wiped his mouth
with the back of his wrist,
and then watched the sun
shimmer
on the rocks and pebbles
under the water
as he caught his breath.
The water had been satisfying,
but the emptiness in his belly
seemed to have grown more
gigantic,
and Shadow-Thing
was confused.
While so elated
a moment ago,
now he was reminded
of his discomfort
and longing for something
he could not identify.
He felt lost.
Shadow-Thing got to his feet.
He lifted his head
and saw tree branches crowding
above him.
He missed the open sky
from before.
But he did not remember
which way he had come.
He picked a direction
that felt natural,
and started moving through
the wood,
his feet stepping across twigs
and grasses,
his legs scraped and brushed
by the foliage.
The forest appeared
endless
in all directions.
Beautiful, tweeting melodies
came out of the rustling leaves
above him,
and coins of sunlight dropped through
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openings in the canopy,
illuminating patches of underbrush
in columns of golden light.
Shadow-Thing made his way
through the trees,
starting to become
disheartened,
for he was still hungry,
and he was tired,
his head buzzed,
he had countless cuts and scrapes
from the foliage,
and mud squished between his toes.
He wished an answer
would come to him,
but he also was afraid
to change direction
after coming so far.
Shadow-Thing pushed through the forest
for quite some time.
After a while,
his despair having grown
to colossal heights,
he started to smell something
in the air,
a scent so intoxicating,
his eyes widened,
his mouth filled with saliva,
and his muscles became ecstatic
and desperate.
He followed the scent, buoyant,
until he heard strange voices,
and could see
pungent smoke
drifting through the air.
Shadow-Thing came to
a small lizardman village
nestled in the trees,
its inhabitants
cooking a boar on a spit.
Shadow-Thing
rushed towards the lizardmen,
joyously,
his eyes wide in excitement,
his smile impetuously large
for
he had found men,
like him,
fellow beings,
he was not alone.
But
when the lizardmen saw him,
their brows clenched and
they exploded in their hissing, snarling
language,
hurling threats and curses
at Shadow-Thing.
Shadow-Thing did not
understand them,
and when he tried to speak,
only mushed sound came out of his lips.
The lizardmen spat
and threw rocks
and cow manure
at Shadow-Thing.
One of them drew a knife.
Shadow-Thing lifted his hands
to protect himself,
his monstrous face
in fright.
He heard someone shout,
and a half-breed woman,
both reptilian and human,
entered the fray.
She was middle-aged,
with her green hair braided down her back,
and her voluptuous but scaled
body
covered in a cheap brown tunic.
The woman shook her fist
at the men,
who cowered angrily in her presence.
Shadow-Thing didn’t understand her.
The half-breed woman
looked at him, puzzled.
She grabbed his wrist
and tugged him away.
“Come with me,” she said,
in human language.
The men called out threats
but did not follow.
“You must be stupid,
or cursed in the head,”
the half-breed told him
as she dragged him away.
“They smell your fear,
but they do not smell
your ferocity,
like I do.
There is too much trouble
for more trouble.
I will help you.
I am Nasha the Serious.”
to be continued...
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