The shadow’s gloom was good enough to hide the form of those strange creatures. One couldn’t see them, for the curtain of darkness was impenetrable. The shadows like guards protected the gates to the forest’s secrets.
Large olden trees were traced by a lone hand. Those merciless fingers traced the curves of the bark with much affection. They were long thin fingers, but at the same time strong and square at the tip. One could see well that the owner of these hands worked hard, because there weren’t anything delicate about them.
Now as the creatures progressed closer to the clearance, the grip of one of them tightened on the trees. Sometimes it seemed as though that particular stalking phantom needed them for support. And even through her grip tightened the trees didn’t moan in sign of protest. They just stood silent and grand. They were like giants that shall forever sleep in this forest. Their branches extended in all direction, and often interlined with one another. Green leafs crowned the giants as though each one of them were king. And in the middle of it all, the two beings progressed. Their gazes were hard as stone even if signs of exhaustion lingered behind. Yet there was soberness in the two pairs of orbs.
A lone melody of forest began as the night came to stay. There the bird gave its voice and there rustled the bushes as a forest rodent scurried for its home. The phantoms stopped, looking upward. Dark green light gently fell on their faces.
Neither one smiled, though each wanted to so badly. Through the small patches of leafs of the trees one could even see the starry sky. A moon, round and full, shone in the dark heavens. Its light spread over everything around, like magic to them. One of them shrugged, narrow shoulders barely moving. She did not wish to interfere with the beauty of the night, but what had to be done must be done. The other sighed, breath warm against the tree giants.
“Do… do you think we’re far enough,” a little cautious voice escaped the woman’s full lips as her eyes flickered with distress.
“We must be. We have been running for two days. It would take time for everyone to realize that we’re gone,” responded the other. Her knees buckled under he weight and she collapsed to the ground in a heap of lassitude. She hugged her knees tightly, staring attentively at nothing.
“We can’t run forever, Haru. Besides, we’re out of booze. You know I can’t function without booze.”
The dark-haired woman took few steps aimlessly in random direction.
She wouldn’t be able to leave until her partner recovers anyway and Haru look bad, really really bad. Neither one of them had time to clean off the caked blood ,or saliva, or fragment of bones lodged in the niches of their clothes. There was a tooth sticking out in Haru’s hair. Perhaps they should have thought out their macabre fest better. Alas, it was too late and they were stuck in a forest with the night stalking their every step.
“Oh I know, just hold on. There’s bound to be a city or town or village around here.”
“Don’t tell me you believe in the legend of the Shitcago! Shitty ninjas don’t exist,” retorted Hatsu, running hand through her hair in hopelessness.
No beer. No tequila, No vodka. How the hell did people survive in the wilderness?
“Yes, they do and ,by God, Shitcago is our only hope. Who else would take us? I mean, look at us. You’re redder than the red giant and me… I don’t even want to see what I look like.”
Hatsu took few more steps away from her friend, something catching her curious eye.
“Look,” said she, pointing to the north.
“I don’t see anything,” answered Haru, squatting now, one knee planted on the ground as the other levitated above the ground. Her palms laid flat on the forest floor, rustling the fallen leaves.
“No, look closer. It’s… it’s a sign! It’s a sign! We found it!”
“Found what?”
“Shitcago! We found the Village Hidden in the Shit! Christ, I’m so happy, I’ll even kiss Damien right now.”
“Ok I believe you now, Hatsu. You need booze. I get it.”
“Dammit, listen to me. We found the Village Hidden in the Shit. I’m not hallucinating!”
And with that being screamed over her shoulder, the woman darted in the direction of the blinking lights like a maniac that she was.
Large olden trees were traced by a lone hand. Those merciless fingers traced the curves of the bark with much affection. They were long thin fingers, but at the same time strong and square at the tip. One could see well that the owner of these hands worked hard, because there weren’t anything delicate about them.
Now as the creatures progressed closer to the clearance, the grip of one of them tightened on the trees. Sometimes it seemed as though that particular stalking phantom needed them for support. And even through her grip tightened the trees didn’t moan in sign of protest. They just stood silent and grand. They were like giants that shall forever sleep in this forest. Their branches extended in all direction, and often interlined with one another. Green leafs crowned the giants as though each one of them were king. And in the middle of it all, the two beings progressed. Their gazes were hard as stone even if signs of exhaustion lingered behind. Yet there was soberness in the two pairs of orbs.
A lone melody of forest began as the night came to stay. There the bird gave its voice and there rustled the bushes as a forest rodent scurried for its home. The phantoms stopped, looking upward. Dark green light gently fell on their faces.
Neither one smiled, though each wanted to so badly. Through the small patches of leafs of the trees one could even see the starry sky. A moon, round and full, shone in the dark heavens. Its light spread over everything around, like magic to them. One of them shrugged, narrow shoulders barely moving. She did not wish to interfere with the beauty of the night, but what had to be done must be done. The other sighed, breath warm against the tree giants.
“Do… do you think we’re far enough,” a little cautious voice escaped the woman’s full lips as her eyes flickered with distress.
“We must be. We have been running for two days. It would take time for everyone to realize that we’re gone,” responded the other. Her knees buckled under he weight and she collapsed to the ground in a heap of lassitude. She hugged her knees tightly, staring attentively at nothing.
“We can’t run forever, Haru. Besides, we’re out of booze. You know I can’t function without booze.”
The dark-haired woman took few steps aimlessly in random direction.
She wouldn’t be able to leave until her partner recovers anyway and Haru look bad, really really bad. Neither one of them had time to clean off the caked blood ,or saliva, or fragment of bones lodged in the niches of their clothes. There was a tooth sticking out in Haru’s hair. Perhaps they should have thought out their macabre fest better. Alas, it was too late and they were stuck in a forest with the night stalking their every step.
“Oh I know, just hold on. There’s bound to be a city or town or village around here.”
“Don’t tell me you believe in the legend of the Shitcago! Shitty ninjas don’t exist,” retorted Hatsu, running hand through her hair in hopelessness.
No beer. No tequila, No vodka. How the hell did people survive in the wilderness?
“Yes, they do and ,by God, Shitcago is our only hope. Who else would take us? I mean, look at us. You’re redder than the red giant and me… I don’t even want to see what I look like.”
Hatsu took few more steps away from her friend, something catching her curious eye.
“Look,” said she, pointing to the north.
“I don’t see anything,” answered Haru, squatting now, one knee planted on the ground as the other levitated above the ground. Her palms laid flat on the forest floor, rustling the fallen leaves.
“No, look closer. It’s… it’s a sign! It’s a sign! We found it!”
“Found what?”
“Shitcago! We found the Village Hidden in the Shit! Christ, I’m so happy, I’ll even kiss Damien right now.”
“Ok I believe you now, Hatsu. You need booze. I get it.”
“Dammit, listen to me. We found the Village Hidden in the Shit. I’m not hallucinating!”
And with that being screamed over her shoulder, the woman darted in the direction of the blinking lights like a maniac that she was.