Planet of Gray Dawn [“Siren the Great”] Part III to SSARG
Planet of Gray Dawn
The Saga of: “Siren the Great”
[Part III to the Planet SSARG]
by: Dennis L. Siluk
Chapter One
Dark Observation
[Location: the Black Galaxy, Planet Cirumia] I wound never have chosen to tell this story on my own, for I had already said enough on the exploits and adventures of “Siren the Great” of planet SSARG (a planet in the far off Black Galaxy), or her home planet of Moiromma, which borders Earth’s solar system. Although if one were to check her journals out, you would discover she was born in the dark chambers of earths so called subterranean vaults of hell, and stranded in the gulf waters of Hades (another story unto itself, in the journals of ‘The Cadaverous Planets’). As I was about to say, had she herself, not changed my mind to do so, I would not be writing this. What she would like to tell is her last encounter, or affair, however you may see it: lest somebody write a story untrue about it, thus, I by me telling it, she will be assured you get the facts straight.
Theorists have asked on her astronomical cosmic planetary data, ‘…would she share it?’ In short, she has to a certain degree already shared much of it: such as her adventures on Moiromma, and on Earth, and planet Toso, and of course planet SSARG, and its moon, along with several other planets, and planetoids, etc. And time will only tell, if she wishes me to divulge any more of her information. Hence, Siren whispered to me, across the cosmos, by telepathy, most recent, and I shall you, what she has told me.
Some folks have said we, Siren and I stumbled upon one another accidentally; by and large, it was not by any means, premeditated, this of course is no great secret, and it is how most folks meet, somewhat by accident, if indeed, there is such a thing as a coincidental meeting such as ours. Then you’d have to say her friends Tangor and Rognat, come under the same heading, and I doubt they’d confirm this dark observation to be fully true, fate has its way of dominating lives, and perhaps they’d prefer to say, they met under weird circumstances, as I met her, and her beauty, lust for life, love for combat and the hunt, her instinct, all of it caused us to stretch ourselves out to the other person so we could: mingle, befriend one another, it was diffident: attraction, and with her it was always Iron Attraction, meaning: clutching attraction, that which pulls one to the other, as the moon does to the oceans on earth: magnetic force beyond gravity. Plainly, she is no criminal, and perhaps in this writing I am just a pawn, but the record will be straight for posterity’s sake.
Siren was tuned quite well to all natures of time, epochs, history, places: adjusting to her environment on any planet in the universe and she would survive—she always had, but it was in this case, her 100th resurrection, meaning, there’d be no more; her last, as a result, she would never resume her body again should she die; as she had adapted in the past to wherever her alien body reasoned to live. Her kind, violated all cosmic inscrutable laws; her kind was a rift in the universe. Hence, those of Moiromma could live between 500 to 900 years should they preserve their one hundred resurrections that long, most didn’t.
On another note, those from her planet, might consider them as looking like they were a low-class primitive race, many of them anyhow, she was a beauty in the eyes of all living creatures on all planets, as was her mother.
Very few women have ever fascinated me so much (let it be known I speak of her in the past tense); Siren lives, as for me I know, somewhere in the cosmos, but according to earth, she perhaps is long dead. She did for a short time, live in the vaults of hell, when she was born (again another story unto itself). And from these vaults she did escape (not her mother, alas), and the escape led her to the waters of Hades, its thousand-mile lake, she died her first death there (and for more information on this, I must refer you to the book of Cadaverous Planets; and her chronicles).
Chapter Two
Anxious Restraint
Siren always seemed anxious, but carried with her a little restraint; she also needed to be the leader of the pack; she wasn’t overbearing, or a commanding bully, but with good leadership skills, ones that influenced those around her to follow her, and they did.
In time past she was as strong as a bull, with hands like iron, a grip that could hold the jaws of any great snake shut. Further more, her life was a countless number of adventures, risks and freak accidents, repressions. She was by all means, different, not complete unless she was on the move, and such a life seemed to draw out the violence in the universe, it followed her. But like all living things, things I say, not demonic in nature, physical things, we cascade, our systems cannot last forever. And I sensed she was trying to tell me the dynamics of her present life that energy was leaving her. The lust for life she kept, but on the edge, no longer did she seem to be in the main circle of things. Yet she was restless as always when we talked.
Chapter Three
Planet Cirumia
When Siren had died, the transition, like always for Moirommalit’s (swift and brief) she found herself on a new planet, this one called Cirumia. She found herself-lying in the deep bluish-green grass, somewhat dead looking with its gray like mist around everything, yet it was green, one could tell, when the sun came out during the day for its short lived life, then seeped back into its norm, of a pale like dawn: the sun flooded the planet during these two hours each day, wit its precious rays.
The planets grotesque looking moon, called Orion, was nearly the only light on the planet at night, should the pale mist not disappear, and it seldom did; the mist was like a canopy, blocking most everything out.
She laid naked, as was for each of her resurrections, and again she survived that unconscious flight through time and space, soul and all, spirit zooming through the cosmos to whom ever the universe beckoned—to take her, and here she vibrantly awoke, a new environment indeed, grateful she was to be alive, and on a planet that was inhabitable, lest she find one with no air, like earth’s moon, and thus, having to die her last death, and not be resurrected. This was her last, her 100th, resurrection. She knew it, and she had to make the best of it, there would be no more.
“On ever side of me were vast mounds, hills that stretched as far as the eye could see. The grass was short, not like on Planet SSARG; In the distance I saw frozen like waves of ice, peaks, it gave off a chill with the delivering wind, but I thought: why am I feeling this, I mean, I am from Moiromma, Planet of ice, my system adjusted to heat and ice well, especially the cold. But it was not this day. My first day on this new planet I would learn was called Cirumia.”
Alone
“I didn’t know who peopled this planet, not yet, anyhow: animals or perhaps some kind of human form. My imagination was on fire, there was air, thin as it was, but enough for me to dash about, walk along the river beds and where it came from I’ve yet to find out—determined I would sometime, somewhere along the line, during my stay here; let me explain, it came out of the atmosphere into the grooves cut into the planets surface—from where it picked it up, I don’t know, picked up the fresh water, a phenomenon repeated wherever I say lakes and rivers and streams, different it was, as the wind carried its watery load, then dumping it as if the surface water was or had some kind of magnetic force to direct it, and when it passed over the river below sucked it into its mouth like ditches. The moon seemed to have something to do with it, it got close to the planet during such activity, gravity plays its own games out of necessity I would think, and so when the winds died down, the planet got sprinkled and the rivers less filled, and the mood backed off.
“The quite got to me after several days; remembering envious days on earth. I, who had never, know much quiet was getting my fill, and in a way it didn’t annoy me as much as I thought it might—it was just different and stirring.
“—A heavy sound come form behind me. My first living sound of whatever inhabited this planet I’d guess.
“At first glance, it looked like a real person, at second glance, it was a creature with three arms, eyes that were so far apart, it would see bin back of its self; it was covered with brown leather skin, knotted like muscles, a protruding large, very large jaw; a think nose, and small ears, it wore a loincloth.
Chapter Four
Whale Jawbone
Siren’s muscles were just starting to stop acing from her transfer through the cosmos, and her exchangeable, and redeemable chemical make up (to a red flesh opus, or composition) from space to the planets surface, her body had just finished adapting to her new environment, when a creature leaped out in front of her, he had a low, very low whalebone like jaw [thick boned], ‘…perhaps the elder of his clan…’ Siren thought.
This creature had leather like smooth skin, brown skin, three arms, about six feet tall or so, smaller than Siren, this beast of a man jumped, leaped like a leopard, in front of Siren and grabbed her, but she had broken out of his half clinch quickly, and heaved him a distance with an iron like blow to his face, a kick to his belly, simultaneously. She wobbled backwards, swayed a bit, she was surprised in a way (aging); and on the other hand, the humanoid-beast was bewildered likewise, his strength evidently had crushed whomever got in his way, he stood blindly, disappointed, and as he came forward, Siren jumped several feet in the air, and when she landed, Jawbone-man, had dagger like marks from his forehead down the sides of his face, all the way inward into his bone, you could see his bones—plainly, as she screamed with agony.
What occurred to Siren was: here was an older man, had three or four young ones like him cornered her, she’d be dead. This hairless creature in an erect position gasped a bit, waiting, and then Siren knew what he was waiting for, several of his clansmen were coming over a mound. Another thought occurred to her: was this the high or low part of this planets culture, this being [?]
She looked closely at, whom turned out to be the victim, he, was still conscious and standing up, not moving. She looked about, there was no grass to hide behind, like on Planet SSARG, and should the several corner her, she didn’t feel confident enough to kill them all, or could kill them all, and if she was killed, she’d not return. A dilemma indeed for her, one she never had to face before.
Catching her breath, panting a bit, she had to make a decision quick.
Chapter Five
After the First Battle
“I knew they were part of the tribe of my foe—the descending and nearing creatures, who else could they be, and here I am standing next to the beast I just crippled, I was not sure what they to do next—for once, but there really was no escape, or refuge from this planet. There were mountains way in the far distance, nearby was all mounds, and some small green foothills, I mean, yellowish-green. But everything looked gray at the moment, everything that was no farther than a few hundred feet from me; I mean there was a gray mist in the atmosphere, around me, everywhere, everything.
“I ran towards the foothills, and hid behind some shrubbery, watched the group gathering around the old heavy-jawed-boned man, and my body started to tremble from the submerging chilling air, everything was so gray, suffocating. For some odd reason the primitives did not follow me, perhaps I was a creature they needed to learn more about me—I presume—before they did what they wanted to do; thus, needing to explore me and my ways more, and its ways of how to deal with me. I knew not their ways, there kind of thinking, nor could they or I figure out how to deal with the situation at hand, so I was thinking. Perhaps they were cleverer than I gave them credit for. But at this very moment, I was lost for any great maneuvers.
“I found some barriers hanging loosely on a number of branches of some low slanting bushes, and I ate them hardily, they were sour, but I hadn’t eaten anything since before my last death. As I moved around and beyond this area, I found huge ice hills, sucked some moisture off of their sides, I was really thirsty, and it satisfied me completely. I could eat most anything, any kind of nourishment any place, it was not lethal for my body, for Moirommalit’s are quite adaptable in this way. But my body was not functioning as it normally did; it was in slow gear, slow motion yet.
“The farther I walked north, the more insects I found and ate, there were many, and I sensed it kept this part of the planet warm, for there wasn’t much sun, and the ground to my knees were warm, although the upper atmosphere was thin here with a chill, almost void of any large amount of vegetation: the insects were hot when I ate them. Furthermore, I found I needed to rest more than I was used to, more than before that is, before I came to this planet.”
Chapter Six
Jawbone and Leopard Man
The mid-noon sun, and the midnight sun came out daily, although it was out for less than a few hours each day, at each occurrence: so it was in this part of the planets position. The warmth of the sun this day seemed to help the twenty or so Jawbone creatures to find and encircle Siren; they woke Siren up from a relaxed sleep, now she was at full strength. Like a wild instinctive animal, Siren awoke and jumped up onto her feet to meet her foe; she had felt also, the heat from their beastly body’s surrounding her, heavy bodies they were, now standing all around her, examining her like a Ginny pig, yet the creatures seemed more paranoid than hungry for her blood. And they seemed a little different than the ones she had meet a while ago, not as aggressive. Their ears were different also, and the noses, they only had holes for these facial items before this breed had small ears and a small ski-jump for a nose: all in all, the impression she got was they were in no rush to attack her, a higher order or a more peaceful order she concluded of these inhabitants. After penetrating their language system wither her mind, some readjustments for her translations to be, which her mother seemed to help her with, in the back vaults of her mind, for she had put them there for her to use in times like this, thus, with observation, and now able to communicated she found she was indeed taller than these six foot two creatures.
The language they were talking was adaptable to her within minutes, it was not English per se, but she understood them nonetheless, as if it was. She noticed one of the other creatures had followed her, and was staring afar behind a rock, and when noticed took off.
The man called Leopard, the leader spoke, “We are looking at you to see if you are our enemy, or friend!” He commented.
These creatures had furs on, bear furs to be exact, then Leopard Man, handed her his fur cloak, a garment of bear skin and fur. She quickly covered herself. “You are a friend,” he repeated a few times, to ease her nervousness. “We are not like the Jawbone inhabitants,” she noticed his jaw was not as lowered as the man she had fought.
Chapter Seven
The Camp and the Saneyhs
“I had a few abrasions on my arms and front legs, nothing real bloody, so I paid attention to the stranger more than to my would, the Leopard Man, as he and his tribesmen tried to comforted me with some chemicals he squeezed out of a planet, cactus like, which seemed to close my wounds up quickly, numbing them in the process.
“Night seemed to be coming on, and the Leopard King offered me his hospitality. I accepted, lest I go back on my own, and have to worry about other predatory animals or groups of people as the Jawbones.
The Leopard Men, brought me into their cave-camp area of sorts, where there were several caves in the lower part of the cliffs, the cliffs being in a kind of a horseshoe circle, with a fire in the center part or the plaza like ground area about twenty yards from the caves; here and there were children and women going about their business, fetching water from a nearby creek, attending to an assortment of duties, and chores; and I noticed an animal, likened to an earth dog but not quite, it had six legs, the back two had double legs grown together; no tail but a stub, an inch or two long, perhaps a hundred pounds or so; they stood up about three feet high when on all six legs. They had cat like eyes, yellow with two thin black strips alongside a small black dot in the center of the eyeball.”
(We must remember, the cuts or wounds on Siren, she got from her previous fight, would normally kill a normal human being on earth, or put them in a hospital for a while.)
Saneyhs
Siren mentioned, they were all around her, in the camp, all around everything, everyone, everywhere, these dog like creatures, they were called Saneyhs, or Saneyh, for a single creature. They were wild looking, with large saber teeth gawking always, laughingly gawking, or snarling, with big bulging eyes.
Chapter Eight
Saneyhs of Planet Cirumia
“This breed of animal I had never seen, not even on the animalistic humanlike forms on planet SSARG; or for that matter on Toso, or Moiromma, and surely not earth. They had lion like claws, and they moved quickly, like leopards, or cats, eyes penetrating. There must had been two for every man, woman and child in the camp area, I sensed they were guarding them, especially the children; when not doing that, I noticed they dragged a few dead bodies out to the dump area outside the camp, they ate them and what they didn’t eat, they burned, or buried. I assumed they were dead from previous battles—the enemy that is; I didn’t pay all that much attention to it: I did noticed though they were bruised bodies. As they [they being: the Saneyhs] walked by me they hissed at me: looking, always looking, I also sensed they may have felt I was there to replace them, for it seemed, they made a desperate scramble to their masters when they first saw me, unless that is how they were naturally, and time would tell me it was not so, that it was me indeed.
The king laid his glaring eyes on his two pet dogs, or Saneyhs, and they seemed to understand I was not a threat—not yet! They acted like lost souls, not as bold as I had first imagined them. They made no effort to harm me, and remained at their posts and were very dutiful.
As night sunk in more, the pale sky turned the evening into a velvet type twilight as I sat by the fireplace.”
Velvet Twilight
[Over Planet Cirumia in the Black Galaxy]
Velvet twilight fell over the planet
Franticly defusing the pale slopes:
With yellowish-brown, purples hues
Shirking the colorless down—nearby.
Strange constellations rose ablaze:
Stars veiled over the far-off moon,
As it rose over the consecrated valley
And its brooding monochrome mounds…
The icy air: produced a velvet sky:
Stiff, extensive: with gritted eyes.
Its dark broad, natural, evening lights
Flooded the hills with surreal sights.
The mad planet, now painfully calm
Endured twilight, as it came in spasms—;
Then Climbing above, Cirumia’s belly:
It tightened its girdle—for knotted birth.
#1377 [7/2/2006] For SSARG III/Chapter #8; written at EP Café
“As I laid the night away on some furs by the encircling fire, in front of the cave of the king’s, the Leopard mans abode, around me, eerie the eyes were of the beasts, as they searched every inch of the night’s camp; the beasts yapping away, quietly, as the flicker fire made its crackling sounds, and its flames displayed its colors of blue, red and orange, a tint of yellow, warmed my blood in my body, soaked to the marrow of my bones, and lit up my face, legs and thighs now could stretch out with no worry of catching a frozen wind, it felt good. If ever a fire was appreciated, it was this evening.
“I lay half naked backwards, for the fur did not cover me completely, and I seemed to be daydreaming, drifting off, thinking about ancestors, Moiromma, my health, and the snarling dogs...”
Chapter Nine
The Different One
[Three Months Pass]
“I was of course, the odd, the different one among the many in the village. It is needless for me to babble on about the following three-months, in this valley village, among its surrounding mounds and hills. I make bold this statement only to prove Cirumia, is the roughest planet I’ve yet been on.
“I had not dared leave the village, here was food and a way of life I could adjust to and accept as the ‘different one,’ and accepted the good and bad alike. It was peaceful for the three months I had now spent in this habitat. Good and bad it was, yes good and bad, but peaceful which I had very little of in my lifetime. Once I walked out of he village, everything seemed predatory, as it was, as everyone knew it was, and you know as I do, I was not as I used to be, and perhaps not as crazy either, or adventurous, I was exhausted, just to think about it now gets me exhausted. This seemed to me like nice place to remain for the, or until the end of my days—I suppose I felt like they were close by. Like creatures often do, find an abode and die in it, as often they did on SSARG, and this was my abode. Our clothing came from the cliff bears, 20 feet in height, 2000-pounds, a mountain of flesh. Everything was accessible with a little effort.”
Chapter Ten
Losing Strength
“I was perhaps the strongest on the planet earth, strongest living human being that is, as well as on SSARG, not to include the giants and bears, and even on Toso, I was captured there of course, but overwhelmed it took to capture me. Here I have now lost some of my strength.
“How does an aging person toughen themselves up, I was not old for Moirommalit’s, but ancient for Earthlings. I was now 175-years old.
“At night I turned blue, somewhat from the cold not bad, not good. My system could not adjust well to the environment, the climate, to the planet itself, I needed out of necessity something, but what it was I didn’t know. I had learned the Universe, and all its systems, have a way of making those in it, adjust to it, or die in the process: elimination of what it didn’t want, where it was. And I was getting that very feeling, this planet didn’t want me here—save, I needed a place for the time being.”
(Far a field, Siren found a new engagement to her liking, it was time to leave he village, and she set forth at random—)
Chapter 11
“Hell Dogs!”
“Of my wanderings I will briefly will tell, it was not like SSARG, or other planets, I roamed the hillside along ways, often hungry—beasts, savage as were kept on any planet, saw me, yet kept their distance, I think I had the smell of the Saneyhs still on my body, and surely in my cloths.
“I slept in caves with a fire by my side, encircled it somewhat, so the beasts wouldn’t creep up if I could not instinctively sense them. There were no high trees of any kind, just savage beasts outside my caves each and every night catching the warmth of the fire as it drifted outside my entrance. I slew a few for dinner, evil doges, hell doges I called them, fangs as big as a walruses. The meat was tough, and close to the bone, a wild taste I had not had before, like sucking on a leather belt. I was surviving though, and that was all, perhaps like the cavemen on earth, long ago: ancestors, primitive savages of earth, now I was one, I was one of them, I had only the leopard men’s cloth to keep me warm, the cloths they had given me, in the middle of a savage universe. It was a battle for existence and that only.
“ Each day I would wait for the sun, and during the two plus hours of sun, I would rest under its glorious rays sucking up all the vitamin D I needed to activate my chemicals in my body, to reproduce what it needed to rebuild my immune system, for it was dying, and then came in the gray mist, a pale dawn of sorts, and my system would break down again. Perhaps that is why I loved SSARG or Earth, but didn’t care for Moiromma, it had little sun, not as little as this planet, but little in consideration of earth.
I knew if I died this time, there would be no resurrection onto another planet, thus, vigilance was necessary for longer life. But on the other hand, danger lurked at ever corner of this valley, and its central plateaus.”
Chapter 12
Siren’s Philosophies
On the Pale Planet
“Not sure if I was fully alive on this planet, that phrase, has more depth to it than I can express. Most people on earth just walk through decades blurred, on the surface of life, not fully alive, (so Siren told herself as she wandered the mounds and valley by herself for several months). Everything on the planet was like a flicker of light, weakly lit, then came a brighter one for two hours a day. These weeks and months life hammered at my brain as if it was burned out of life’s orbit; now it was occupied with gathering firewood, food and all the basic needs. As I faced big jawed inhabitants, tormented by hell dogs, the moon oozing in and out of the planets orbit like a yoyo, it never ceased, each day was very predictable, perhaps that was good for the village folk, but for me it was, deadly.
“When I wandered about, I did find one quality or asset, I never had much of before, to think, to produce philosophies of life I suppose, to soul search as they say on earth, to roam all the inner valleys of ones mind. Perhaps the great God of the Universe gives each creature of reason this period to prepare themselves for death, for something, because during youth, one is to wild, too busy, too carefree, or careless to do any such thing, lest they find themselves imprisoned.”
Chapter 13
Hell Dogs and Bear Beasts
[Beast Lake] As Siren ventured into the surrounding area, perhaps within a five hundred miles radius, she saw several hideous hell-dogs, fighting with a bear beast; they had three heads on them. She had killed a few in the past by stoning them to death by surprise, but this was not going to happen now, there were too many of them.
Close by a lake, she called ‘Beast Lake,’ she encountered these dogs battling it out with a hung 20-foot mother bear trying to protect her five foot cub. The creek was full of water, indicating precious space fish available for whomever could secure the rights to that little section, she watched in amazement as the giant bear tossed the hell dogs about, so Siren had told me with a glaring voice.
Said Siren with a quivering voice, “She had previous experience with these deadly dogs, and I with those deadly rats on SSARG, in both cases they seem to have had a high intelligence for their kind, and the hell dogs had tricks to corner the bear. Now She has a blood spotted hide, I could see it from the bushes I stood behind…I expected the giant bear to fall to its death at any moment, but its mother instinct would not let it, while the cub was in danger, again as in my old days, I found myself wanting to rise to the rescue, as I jumped into the battle, it stirred the dogs from the bear to me. The dogs sprung up at me, and with my stone chiseled knife I ripped the guts open of three, cut the throat of the forth one, and he went down crawling on the ground like a worm. Then the giant bear got back into its murderous mode, and with its powerful arms and claws, it disemboweled the five other dogs, killed one at a time quicker than you could make a 360-degree turn.”
Chapter 14
Bear Beast Battle
“All the hell-dogs stiffened convulsively and lay dead a small distance from the lake. The bear-beasts grabbed its cub, looked at me, troubled, confused, but felt no threat from me, nor I of her for some reason we were not rivals for the moment. The bear’s claws had torn into the flesh of all five dogs, their fangs torn out of their heads, their bellies opened and their insides poured out onto the ground in a wide pool of blood.
“I built a fire as the cub and her mother ate the five dogs, and I was allowed to tare some of the meat off the bones as well, of course mine I cooked, and theirs well, they ate raw.
“I had no more stamina, I had to rest for three days thereafter that enduring battle, and the young mother stood by as if to insure no one harmed me, or her cub. She knew I was weakened, and perhaps knew who I was, and was surprised I was weakened. She was bulky, hairy and a giant taller than I, and more savage in appearance than the ones I’ve seen so many years ago.
“On the forth day, I saw twenty more hairy brut bears running towards our camp, as if they had gotten some radar signal from mother bear, whom was in trouble. With a great snarl, the bear-beasts coming at me, stood down, as they stood by their mate, checking her out, hissing over her and the cub. And they obeyed her every intention.”
Chapter 15
The Kongardog Plains
“As I walked down the along side the side of the lake, and then the river that connected to it, Big bear and Junior Bear, as I got to calling them, I noticed in may places, the birds were of many colors, shapes, hues. They almost few silently, had it not been for the movement of the branch movements when they leaped. Some then world perch on large rocks, some gave out weird cries. All kept their distance form the bear and me. A few of the birds reached deep with their beaks to catch a space fish, almost skeletonized, as most are, but very nutritious.
“I walked for days and Mother Bear just followed me, then I shifted westward, and she still followed along, like a duck. There in the plains, I call the Kongardog Plains; I come upon a most curious animal, the pot-bellied dogs, otherwise known as the Kongardog.
“I had heard these animals were helpless to defend themselves (no claws or teeth; only paws and gums) and were great eating, but try to catch one of them, that is a feat in itself. Big Bear slapped one in the belly as it ran to get away from Big Bear, and jumped several feet in the air likened to a kangaroo, but when it fell from its leap, we had dinner, the slap was so powerful, it knocked the wind out of the dog, I do believe, and as it tried to catch its breath, Big Bear had already torn off its limps. I think I laughed so hard, Big Bear couldn’t help but grin, and take notice, if not satisfaction.”
Chapter 16
The Plains
“I felt a little safer on the plains—less meat-eaters to contend with. The nights were chilled, but the sun on the plains came out longer perhaps, all of four hours a day. Less greenness, and less water, yes, less everything, but meat eaters, as I said before, were less also, which was a blessing I felt, and search in vain one will for a good habitat.
“I noticed on the tenth-day I was with the Bear, she was eating the rocks, of which had a certain color and design to them, unknown on Planet Toso, Earth or even SSARG. They were all a bit orange looking. As I lay about, I watched the bear conspicuously, if not patiently, she picked out the smallest of the orange rocks, and when she went to chew them, a sap came out of them. A hot and soft sap; I then picked up one and put it into my mouth, and pushed down on it slowly, in which I felt safe doing since Big Bear did, then I chewed it, and it busted open, sweet as honey it was, thus, this was how the bears survived in crossing the plains, when they did.”
Chapter 17
Orion’s Moon/Homeless
Siren had drifted for months on the plains, it was more peaceful and the two bears, the cub and Big Bear followed her, homeless they all seemed to be. At night they’d look up at Orion, as they called it, the only moon the planet had, darkness gloomed around it, it seemed, except for its occasional light, reflections from a star (or sun) perhaps in their solar system, or beyond. The moon on its surface was perhaps as mysterious on it as it looked, and it looked more like a big asteroid than a moon. But nonetheless, it gave light as if the sun hid behind it halfway, even during its best exposure.
It was going to be a long life, Siren figured, if she didn’t come up with a plan for it, or perhaps a short one. She had built a city fortress on SSARG, but she didn’t have the energy, help, or motivation to do that here. Her daughter was someplace in the universe, and her mother likewise, in some unknown spot. Planet SSARG’s moon perhaps, she had friends there, and life supporting elements for a ghost of her kind. So she was alone, Tangor and Rognat, her one-time space companions, were both gone other places in the Universe equally.
End Chapter [part of #17]
Tangor’s Report of Sirens Death
I talked to Siren before I had discovered her death, and as I was told, it happened like this (according to Tangor):
“A heavy chain was wrapped around her like a snake, it was by way of several Jawbone members, as Siren had called them. They had found her with her friend, Big Bear and her cub; they, the seven Jawbones, took huge blocks of stone and hurled them onto the three, killing the cub and knocking unconscious Big Bear. That is when they chained her, with those strange looped chains. When she awoke her head was throbbing of course, she had not been killed yet. A rock had grazed her head only, and her recuperative powers brought her back to full life.
The missile or rock, inflicted, caused a scalp would, but infected it was. As they carried her back to their village, hundreds of miles, she died on the way. So simply a death for such a hero, it is hard to digest. I would guess the long walk, the shackles, the wound, dehydration, the infection, and the cold, it all played a part in her death. And the Leopard men spoke with primitive resentment towards me, snarling, but my weapons froze them in their tracks, with fear, thus, when I killed three of them, simply by pulling the trigger, of my space gun, I evaporated them in front of there own kind, this provoked no more wishful thinking of overpowering me. And there is really no more to say, on the matter, I’m sorry.
Note: History of the story: originally started at the café, El Parquetito’s in Lima, Peru, on 6/28/2006, done in chapter form, in the first and third persons, as it changes from chapter to chapter, or can, so it originally was constructed to do. Chapters 12 to through 14 written and constructed 7/3/2006; Chapter 15 and 16, written July 4, on America’s Independence day, holiday, in Lima, Peru, as well as the end chapter, #17; October, 28,2006, chapter 14 through the end was typed from the written form on the back of the restaurant’s napkins.
The Saga of: “Siren the Great”
[Part III to the Planet SSARG]
by: Dennis L. Siluk
Chapter One
Dark Observation
[Location: the Black Galaxy, Planet Cirumia] I wound never have chosen to tell this story on my own, for I had already said enough on the exploits and adventures of “Siren the Great” of planet SSARG (a planet in the far off Black Galaxy), or her home planet of Moiromma, which borders Earth’s solar system. Although if one were to check her journals out, you would discover she was born in the dark chambers of earths so called subterranean vaults of hell, and stranded in the gulf waters of Hades (another story unto itself, in the journals of ‘The Cadaverous Planets’). As I was about to say, had she herself, not changed my mind to do so, I would not be writing this. What she would like to tell is her last encounter, or affair, however you may see it: lest somebody write a story untrue about it, thus, I by me telling it, she will be assured you get the facts straight.
Theorists have asked on her astronomical cosmic planetary data, ‘…would she share it?’ In short, she has to a certain degree already shared much of it: such as her adventures on Moiromma, and on Earth, and planet Toso, and of course planet SSARG, and its moon, along with several other planets, and planetoids, etc. And time will only tell, if she wishes me to divulge any more of her information. Hence, Siren whispered to me, across the cosmos, by telepathy, most recent, and I shall you, what she has told me.
Some folks have said we, Siren and I stumbled upon one another accidentally; by and large, it was not by any means, premeditated, this of course is no great secret, and it is how most folks meet, somewhat by accident, if indeed, there is such a thing as a coincidental meeting such as ours. Then you’d have to say her friends Tangor and Rognat, come under the same heading, and I doubt they’d confirm this dark observation to be fully true, fate has its way of dominating lives, and perhaps they’d prefer to say, they met under weird circumstances, as I met her, and her beauty, lust for life, love for combat and the hunt, her instinct, all of it caused us to stretch ourselves out to the other person so we could: mingle, befriend one another, it was diffident: attraction, and with her it was always Iron Attraction, meaning: clutching attraction, that which pulls one to the other, as the moon does to the oceans on earth: magnetic force beyond gravity. Plainly, she is no criminal, and perhaps in this writing I am just a pawn, but the record will be straight for posterity’s sake.
Siren was tuned quite well to all natures of time, epochs, history, places: adjusting to her environment on any planet in the universe and she would survive—she always had, but it was in this case, her 100th resurrection, meaning, there’d be no more; her last, as a result, she would never resume her body again should she die; as she had adapted in the past to wherever her alien body reasoned to live. Her kind, violated all cosmic inscrutable laws; her kind was a rift in the universe. Hence, those of Moiromma could live between 500 to 900 years should they preserve their one hundred resurrections that long, most didn’t.
On another note, those from her planet, might consider them as looking like they were a low-class primitive race, many of them anyhow, she was a beauty in the eyes of all living creatures on all planets, as was her mother.
Very few women have ever fascinated me so much (let it be known I speak of her in the past tense); Siren lives, as for me I know, somewhere in the cosmos, but according to earth, she perhaps is long dead. She did for a short time, live in the vaults of hell, when she was born (again another story unto itself). And from these vaults she did escape (not her mother, alas), and the escape led her to the waters of Hades, its thousand-mile lake, she died her first death there (and for more information on this, I must refer you to the book of Cadaverous Planets; and her chronicles).
Chapter Two
Anxious Restraint
Siren always seemed anxious, but carried with her a little restraint; she also needed to be the leader of the pack; she wasn’t overbearing, or a commanding bully, but with good leadership skills, ones that influenced those around her to follow her, and they did.
In time past she was as strong as a bull, with hands like iron, a grip that could hold the jaws of any great snake shut. Further more, her life was a countless number of adventures, risks and freak accidents, repressions. She was by all means, different, not complete unless she was on the move, and such a life seemed to draw out the violence in the universe, it followed her. But like all living things, things I say, not demonic in nature, physical things, we cascade, our systems cannot last forever. And I sensed she was trying to tell me the dynamics of her present life that energy was leaving her. The lust for life she kept, but on the edge, no longer did she seem to be in the main circle of things. Yet she was restless as always when we talked.
Chapter Three
Planet Cirumia
When Siren had died, the transition, like always for Moirommalit’s (swift and brief) she found herself on a new planet, this one called Cirumia. She found herself-lying in the deep bluish-green grass, somewhat dead looking with its gray like mist around everything, yet it was green, one could tell, when the sun came out during the day for its short lived life, then seeped back into its norm, of a pale like dawn: the sun flooded the planet during these two hours each day, wit its precious rays.
The planets grotesque looking moon, called Orion, was nearly the only light on the planet at night, should the pale mist not disappear, and it seldom did; the mist was like a canopy, blocking most everything out.
She laid naked, as was for each of her resurrections, and again she survived that unconscious flight through time and space, soul and all, spirit zooming through the cosmos to whom ever the universe beckoned—to take her, and here she vibrantly awoke, a new environment indeed, grateful she was to be alive, and on a planet that was inhabitable, lest she find one with no air, like earth’s moon, and thus, having to die her last death, and not be resurrected. This was her last, her 100th, resurrection. She knew it, and she had to make the best of it, there would be no more.
“On ever side of me were vast mounds, hills that stretched as far as the eye could see. The grass was short, not like on Planet SSARG; In the distance I saw frozen like waves of ice, peaks, it gave off a chill with the delivering wind, but I thought: why am I feeling this, I mean, I am from Moiromma, Planet of ice, my system adjusted to heat and ice well, especially the cold. But it was not this day. My first day on this new planet I would learn was called Cirumia.”
Alone
“I didn’t know who peopled this planet, not yet, anyhow: animals or perhaps some kind of human form. My imagination was on fire, there was air, thin as it was, but enough for me to dash about, walk along the river beds and where it came from I’ve yet to find out—determined I would sometime, somewhere along the line, during my stay here; let me explain, it came out of the atmosphere into the grooves cut into the planets surface—from where it picked it up, I don’t know, picked up the fresh water, a phenomenon repeated wherever I say lakes and rivers and streams, different it was, as the wind carried its watery load, then dumping it as if the surface water was or had some kind of magnetic force to direct it, and when it passed over the river below sucked it into its mouth like ditches. The moon seemed to have something to do with it, it got close to the planet during such activity, gravity plays its own games out of necessity I would think, and so when the winds died down, the planet got sprinkled and the rivers less filled, and the mood backed off.
“The quite got to me after several days; remembering envious days on earth. I, who had never, know much quiet was getting my fill, and in a way it didn’t annoy me as much as I thought it might—it was just different and stirring.
“—A heavy sound come form behind me. My first living sound of whatever inhabited this planet I’d guess.
“At first glance, it looked like a real person, at second glance, it was a creature with three arms, eyes that were so far apart, it would see bin back of its self; it was covered with brown leather skin, knotted like muscles, a protruding large, very large jaw; a think nose, and small ears, it wore a loincloth.
Chapter Four
Whale Jawbone
Siren’s muscles were just starting to stop acing from her transfer through the cosmos, and her exchangeable, and redeemable chemical make up (to a red flesh opus, or composition) from space to the planets surface, her body had just finished adapting to her new environment, when a creature leaped out in front of her, he had a low, very low whalebone like jaw [thick boned], ‘…perhaps the elder of his clan…’ Siren thought.
This creature had leather like smooth skin, brown skin, three arms, about six feet tall or so, smaller than Siren, this beast of a man jumped, leaped like a leopard, in front of Siren and grabbed her, but she had broken out of his half clinch quickly, and heaved him a distance with an iron like blow to his face, a kick to his belly, simultaneously. She wobbled backwards, swayed a bit, she was surprised in a way (aging); and on the other hand, the humanoid-beast was bewildered likewise, his strength evidently had crushed whomever got in his way, he stood blindly, disappointed, and as he came forward, Siren jumped several feet in the air, and when she landed, Jawbone-man, had dagger like marks from his forehead down the sides of his face, all the way inward into his bone, you could see his bones—plainly, as she screamed with agony.
What occurred to Siren was: here was an older man, had three or four young ones like him cornered her, she’d be dead. This hairless creature in an erect position gasped a bit, waiting, and then Siren knew what he was waiting for, several of his clansmen were coming over a mound. Another thought occurred to her: was this the high or low part of this planets culture, this being [?]
She looked closely at, whom turned out to be the victim, he, was still conscious and standing up, not moving. She looked about, there was no grass to hide behind, like on Planet SSARG, and should the several corner her, she didn’t feel confident enough to kill them all, or could kill them all, and if she was killed, she’d not return. A dilemma indeed for her, one she never had to face before.
Catching her breath, panting a bit, she had to make a decision quick.
Chapter Five
After the First Battle
“I knew they were part of the tribe of my foe—the descending and nearing creatures, who else could they be, and here I am standing next to the beast I just crippled, I was not sure what they to do next—for once, but there really was no escape, or refuge from this planet. There were mountains way in the far distance, nearby was all mounds, and some small green foothills, I mean, yellowish-green. But everything looked gray at the moment, everything that was no farther than a few hundred feet from me; I mean there was a gray mist in the atmosphere, around me, everywhere, everything.
“I ran towards the foothills, and hid behind some shrubbery, watched the group gathering around the old heavy-jawed-boned man, and my body started to tremble from the submerging chilling air, everything was so gray, suffocating. For some odd reason the primitives did not follow me, perhaps I was a creature they needed to learn more about me—I presume—before they did what they wanted to do; thus, needing to explore me and my ways more, and its ways of how to deal with me. I knew not their ways, there kind of thinking, nor could they or I figure out how to deal with the situation at hand, so I was thinking. Perhaps they were cleverer than I gave them credit for. But at this very moment, I was lost for any great maneuvers.
“I found some barriers hanging loosely on a number of branches of some low slanting bushes, and I ate them hardily, they were sour, but I hadn’t eaten anything since before my last death. As I moved around and beyond this area, I found huge ice hills, sucked some moisture off of their sides, I was really thirsty, and it satisfied me completely. I could eat most anything, any kind of nourishment any place, it was not lethal for my body, for Moirommalit’s are quite adaptable in this way. But my body was not functioning as it normally did; it was in slow gear, slow motion yet.
“The farther I walked north, the more insects I found and ate, there were many, and I sensed it kept this part of the planet warm, for there wasn’t much sun, and the ground to my knees were warm, although the upper atmosphere was thin here with a chill, almost void of any large amount of vegetation: the insects were hot when I ate them. Furthermore, I found I needed to rest more than I was used to, more than before that is, before I came to this planet.”
Chapter Six
Jawbone and Leopard Man
The mid-noon sun, and the midnight sun came out daily, although it was out for less than a few hours each day, at each occurrence: so it was in this part of the planets position. The warmth of the sun this day seemed to help the twenty or so Jawbone creatures to find and encircle Siren; they woke Siren up from a relaxed sleep, now she was at full strength. Like a wild instinctive animal, Siren awoke and jumped up onto her feet to meet her foe; she had felt also, the heat from their beastly body’s surrounding her, heavy bodies they were, now standing all around her, examining her like a Ginny pig, yet the creatures seemed more paranoid than hungry for her blood. And they seemed a little different than the ones she had meet a while ago, not as aggressive. Their ears were different also, and the noses, they only had holes for these facial items before this breed had small ears and a small ski-jump for a nose: all in all, the impression she got was they were in no rush to attack her, a higher order or a more peaceful order she concluded of these inhabitants. After penetrating their language system wither her mind, some readjustments for her translations to be, which her mother seemed to help her with, in the back vaults of her mind, for she had put them there for her to use in times like this, thus, with observation, and now able to communicated she found she was indeed taller than these six foot two creatures.
The language they were talking was adaptable to her within minutes, it was not English per se, but she understood them nonetheless, as if it was. She noticed one of the other creatures had followed her, and was staring afar behind a rock, and when noticed took off.
The man called Leopard, the leader spoke, “We are looking at you to see if you are our enemy, or friend!” He commented.
These creatures had furs on, bear furs to be exact, then Leopard Man, handed her his fur cloak, a garment of bear skin and fur. She quickly covered herself. “You are a friend,” he repeated a few times, to ease her nervousness. “We are not like the Jawbone inhabitants,” she noticed his jaw was not as lowered as the man she had fought.
Chapter Seven
The Camp and the Saneyhs
“I had a few abrasions on my arms and front legs, nothing real bloody, so I paid attention to the stranger more than to my would, the Leopard Man, as he and his tribesmen tried to comforted me with some chemicals he squeezed out of a planet, cactus like, which seemed to close my wounds up quickly, numbing them in the process.
“Night seemed to be coming on, and the Leopard King offered me his hospitality. I accepted, lest I go back on my own, and have to worry about other predatory animals or groups of people as the Jawbones.
The Leopard Men, brought me into their cave-camp area of sorts, where there were several caves in the lower part of the cliffs, the cliffs being in a kind of a horseshoe circle, with a fire in the center part or the plaza like ground area about twenty yards from the caves; here and there were children and women going about their business, fetching water from a nearby creek, attending to an assortment of duties, and chores; and I noticed an animal, likened to an earth dog but not quite, it had six legs, the back two had double legs grown together; no tail but a stub, an inch or two long, perhaps a hundred pounds or so; they stood up about three feet high when on all six legs. They had cat like eyes, yellow with two thin black strips alongside a small black dot in the center of the eyeball.”
(We must remember, the cuts or wounds on Siren, she got from her previous fight, would normally kill a normal human being on earth, or put them in a hospital for a while.)
Saneyhs
Siren mentioned, they were all around her, in the camp, all around everything, everyone, everywhere, these dog like creatures, they were called Saneyhs, or Saneyh, for a single creature. They were wild looking, with large saber teeth gawking always, laughingly gawking, or snarling, with big bulging eyes.
Chapter Eight
Saneyhs of Planet Cirumia
“This breed of animal I had never seen, not even on the animalistic humanlike forms on planet SSARG; or for that matter on Toso, or Moiromma, and surely not earth. They had lion like claws, and they moved quickly, like leopards, or cats, eyes penetrating. There must had been two for every man, woman and child in the camp area, I sensed they were guarding them, especially the children; when not doing that, I noticed they dragged a few dead bodies out to the dump area outside the camp, they ate them and what they didn’t eat, they burned, or buried. I assumed they were dead from previous battles—the enemy that is; I didn’t pay all that much attention to it: I did noticed though they were bruised bodies. As they [they being: the Saneyhs] walked by me they hissed at me: looking, always looking, I also sensed they may have felt I was there to replace them, for it seemed, they made a desperate scramble to their masters when they first saw me, unless that is how they were naturally, and time would tell me it was not so, that it was me indeed.
The king laid his glaring eyes on his two pet dogs, or Saneyhs, and they seemed to understand I was not a threat—not yet! They acted like lost souls, not as bold as I had first imagined them. They made no effort to harm me, and remained at their posts and were very dutiful.
As night sunk in more, the pale sky turned the evening into a velvet type twilight as I sat by the fireplace.”
Velvet Twilight
[Over Planet Cirumia in the Black Galaxy]
Velvet twilight fell over the planet
Franticly defusing the pale slopes:
With yellowish-brown, purples hues
Shirking the colorless down—nearby.
Strange constellations rose ablaze:
Stars veiled over the far-off moon,
As it rose over the consecrated valley
And its brooding monochrome mounds…
The icy air: produced a velvet sky:
Stiff, extensive: with gritted eyes.
Its dark broad, natural, evening lights
Flooded the hills with surreal sights.
The mad planet, now painfully calm
Endured twilight, as it came in spasms—;
Then Climbing above, Cirumia’s belly:
It tightened its girdle—for knotted birth.
#1377 [7/2/2006] For SSARG III/Chapter #8; written at EP Café
“As I laid the night away on some furs by the encircling fire, in front of the cave of the king’s, the Leopard mans abode, around me, eerie the eyes were of the beasts, as they searched every inch of the night’s camp; the beasts yapping away, quietly, as the flicker fire made its crackling sounds, and its flames displayed its colors of blue, red and orange, a tint of yellow, warmed my blood in my body, soaked to the marrow of my bones, and lit up my face, legs and thighs now could stretch out with no worry of catching a frozen wind, it felt good. If ever a fire was appreciated, it was this evening.
“I lay half naked backwards, for the fur did not cover me completely, and I seemed to be daydreaming, drifting off, thinking about ancestors, Moiromma, my health, and the snarling dogs...”
Chapter Nine
The Different One
[Three Months Pass]
“I was of course, the odd, the different one among the many in the village. It is needless for me to babble on about the following three-months, in this valley village, among its surrounding mounds and hills. I make bold this statement only to prove Cirumia, is the roughest planet I’ve yet been on.
“I had not dared leave the village, here was food and a way of life I could adjust to and accept as the ‘different one,’ and accepted the good and bad alike. It was peaceful for the three months I had now spent in this habitat. Good and bad it was, yes good and bad, but peaceful which I had very little of in my lifetime. Once I walked out of he village, everything seemed predatory, as it was, as everyone knew it was, and you know as I do, I was not as I used to be, and perhaps not as crazy either, or adventurous, I was exhausted, just to think about it now gets me exhausted. This seemed to me like nice place to remain for the, or until the end of my days—I suppose I felt like they were close by. Like creatures often do, find an abode and die in it, as often they did on SSARG, and this was my abode. Our clothing came from the cliff bears, 20 feet in height, 2000-pounds, a mountain of flesh. Everything was accessible with a little effort.”
Chapter Ten
Losing Strength
“I was perhaps the strongest on the planet earth, strongest living human being that is, as well as on SSARG, not to include the giants and bears, and even on Toso, I was captured there of course, but overwhelmed it took to capture me. Here I have now lost some of my strength.
“How does an aging person toughen themselves up, I was not old for Moirommalit’s, but ancient for Earthlings. I was now 175-years old.
“At night I turned blue, somewhat from the cold not bad, not good. My system could not adjust well to the environment, the climate, to the planet itself, I needed out of necessity something, but what it was I didn’t know. I had learned the Universe, and all its systems, have a way of making those in it, adjust to it, or die in the process: elimination of what it didn’t want, where it was. And I was getting that very feeling, this planet didn’t want me here—save, I needed a place for the time being.”
(Far a field, Siren found a new engagement to her liking, it was time to leave he village, and she set forth at random—)
Chapter 11
“Hell Dogs!”
“Of my wanderings I will briefly will tell, it was not like SSARG, or other planets, I roamed the hillside along ways, often hungry—beasts, savage as were kept on any planet, saw me, yet kept their distance, I think I had the smell of the Saneyhs still on my body, and surely in my cloths.
“I slept in caves with a fire by my side, encircled it somewhat, so the beasts wouldn’t creep up if I could not instinctively sense them. There were no high trees of any kind, just savage beasts outside my caves each and every night catching the warmth of the fire as it drifted outside my entrance. I slew a few for dinner, evil doges, hell doges I called them, fangs as big as a walruses. The meat was tough, and close to the bone, a wild taste I had not had before, like sucking on a leather belt. I was surviving though, and that was all, perhaps like the cavemen on earth, long ago: ancestors, primitive savages of earth, now I was one, I was one of them, I had only the leopard men’s cloth to keep me warm, the cloths they had given me, in the middle of a savage universe. It was a battle for existence and that only.
“ Each day I would wait for the sun, and during the two plus hours of sun, I would rest under its glorious rays sucking up all the vitamin D I needed to activate my chemicals in my body, to reproduce what it needed to rebuild my immune system, for it was dying, and then came in the gray mist, a pale dawn of sorts, and my system would break down again. Perhaps that is why I loved SSARG or Earth, but didn’t care for Moiromma, it had little sun, not as little as this planet, but little in consideration of earth.
I knew if I died this time, there would be no resurrection onto another planet, thus, vigilance was necessary for longer life. But on the other hand, danger lurked at ever corner of this valley, and its central plateaus.”
Chapter 12
Siren’s Philosophies
On the Pale Planet
“Not sure if I was fully alive on this planet, that phrase, has more depth to it than I can express. Most people on earth just walk through decades blurred, on the surface of life, not fully alive, (so Siren told herself as she wandered the mounds and valley by herself for several months). Everything on the planet was like a flicker of light, weakly lit, then came a brighter one for two hours a day. These weeks and months life hammered at my brain as if it was burned out of life’s orbit; now it was occupied with gathering firewood, food and all the basic needs. As I faced big jawed inhabitants, tormented by hell dogs, the moon oozing in and out of the planets orbit like a yoyo, it never ceased, each day was very predictable, perhaps that was good for the village folk, but for me it was, deadly.
“When I wandered about, I did find one quality or asset, I never had much of before, to think, to produce philosophies of life I suppose, to soul search as they say on earth, to roam all the inner valleys of ones mind. Perhaps the great God of the Universe gives each creature of reason this period to prepare themselves for death, for something, because during youth, one is to wild, too busy, too carefree, or careless to do any such thing, lest they find themselves imprisoned.”
Chapter 13
Hell Dogs and Bear Beasts
[Beast Lake] As Siren ventured into the surrounding area, perhaps within a five hundred miles radius, she saw several hideous hell-dogs, fighting with a bear beast; they had three heads on them. She had killed a few in the past by stoning them to death by surprise, but this was not going to happen now, there were too many of them.
Close by a lake, she called ‘Beast Lake,’ she encountered these dogs battling it out with a hung 20-foot mother bear trying to protect her five foot cub. The creek was full of water, indicating precious space fish available for whomever could secure the rights to that little section, she watched in amazement as the giant bear tossed the hell dogs about, so Siren had told me with a glaring voice.
Said Siren with a quivering voice, “She had previous experience with these deadly dogs, and I with those deadly rats on SSARG, in both cases they seem to have had a high intelligence for their kind, and the hell dogs had tricks to corner the bear. Now She has a blood spotted hide, I could see it from the bushes I stood behind…I expected the giant bear to fall to its death at any moment, but its mother instinct would not let it, while the cub was in danger, again as in my old days, I found myself wanting to rise to the rescue, as I jumped into the battle, it stirred the dogs from the bear to me. The dogs sprung up at me, and with my stone chiseled knife I ripped the guts open of three, cut the throat of the forth one, and he went down crawling on the ground like a worm. Then the giant bear got back into its murderous mode, and with its powerful arms and claws, it disemboweled the five other dogs, killed one at a time quicker than you could make a 360-degree turn.”
Chapter 14
Bear Beast Battle
“All the hell-dogs stiffened convulsively and lay dead a small distance from the lake. The bear-beasts grabbed its cub, looked at me, troubled, confused, but felt no threat from me, nor I of her for some reason we were not rivals for the moment. The bear’s claws had torn into the flesh of all five dogs, their fangs torn out of their heads, their bellies opened and their insides poured out onto the ground in a wide pool of blood.
“I built a fire as the cub and her mother ate the five dogs, and I was allowed to tare some of the meat off the bones as well, of course mine I cooked, and theirs well, they ate raw.
“I had no more stamina, I had to rest for three days thereafter that enduring battle, and the young mother stood by as if to insure no one harmed me, or her cub. She knew I was weakened, and perhaps knew who I was, and was surprised I was weakened. She was bulky, hairy and a giant taller than I, and more savage in appearance than the ones I’ve seen so many years ago.
“On the forth day, I saw twenty more hairy brut bears running towards our camp, as if they had gotten some radar signal from mother bear, whom was in trouble. With a great snarl, the bear-beasts coming at me, stood down, as they stood by their mate, checking her out, hissing over her and the cub. And they obeyed her every intention.”
Chapter 15
The Kongardog Plains
“As I walked down the along side the side of the lake, and then the river that connected to it, Big bear and Junior Bear, as I got to calling them, I noticed in may places, the birds were of many colors, shapes, hues. They almost few silently, had it not been for the movement of the branch movements when they leaped. Some then world perch on large rocks, some gave out weird cries. All kept their distance form the bear and me. A few of the birds reached deep with their beaks to catch a space fish, almost skeletonized, as most are, but very nutritious.
“I walked for days and Mother Bear just followed me, then I shifted westward, and she still followed along, like a duck. There in the plains, I call the Kongardog Plains; I come upon a most curious animal, the pot-bellied dogs, otherwise known as the Kongardog.
“I had heard these animals were helpless to defend themselves (no claws or teeth; only paws and gums) and were great eating, but try to catch one of them, that is a feat in itself. Big Bear slapped one in the belly as it ran to get away from Big Bear, and jumped several feet in the air likened to a kangaroo, but when it fell from its leap, we had dinner, the slap was so powerful, it knocked the wind out of the dog, I do believe, and as it tried to catch its breath, Big Bear had already torn off its limps. I think I laughed so hard, Big Bear couldn’t help but grin, and take notice, if not satisfaction.”
Chapter 16
The Plains
“I felt a little safer on the plains—less meat-eaters to contend with. The nights were chilled, but the sun on the plains came out longer perhaps, all of four hours a day. Less greenness, and less water, yes, less everything, but meat eaters, as I said before, were less also, which was a blessing I felt, and search in vain one will for a good habitat.
“I noticed on the tenth-day I was with the Bear, she was eating the rocks, of which had a certain color and design to them, unknown on Planet Toso, Earth or even SSARG. They were all a bit orange looking. As I lay about, I watched the bear conspicuously, if not patiently, she picked out the smallest of the orange rocks, and when she went to chew them, a sap came out of them. A hot and soft sap; I then picked up one and put it into my mouth, and pushed down on it slowly, in which I felt safe doing since Big Bear did, then I chewed it, and it busted open, sweet as honey it was, thus, this was how the bears survived in crossing the plains, when they did.”
Chapter 17
Orion’s Moon/Homeless
Siren had drifted for months on the plains, it was more peaceful and the two bears, the cub and Big Bear followed her, homeless they all seemed to be. At night they’d look up at Orion, as they called it, the only moon the planet had, darkness gloomed around it, it seemed, except for its occasional light, reflections from a star (or sun) perhaps in their solar system, or beyond. The moon on its surface was perhaps as mysterious on it as it looked, and it looked more like a big asteroid than a moon. But nonetheless, it gave light as if the sun hid behind it halfway, even during its best exposure.
It was going to be a long life, Siren figured, if she didn’t come up with a plan for it, or perhaps a short one. She had built a city fortress on SSARG, but she didn’t have the energy, help, or motivation to do that here. Her daughter was someplace in the universe, and her mother likewise, in some unknown spot. Planet SSARG’s moon perhaps, she had friends there, and life supporting elements for a ghost of her kind. So she was alone, Tangor and Rognat, her one-time space companions, were both gone other places in the Universe equally.
End Chapter [part of #17]
Tangor’s Report of Sirens Death
I talked to Siren before I had discovered her death, and as I was told, it happened like this (according to Tangor):
“A heavy chain was wrapped around her like a snake, it was by way of several Jawbone members, as Siren had called them. They had found her with her friend, Big Bear and her cub; they, the seven Jawbones, took huge blocks of stone and hurled them onto the three, killing the cub and knocking unconscious Big Bear. That is when they chained her, with those strange looped chains. When she awoke her head was throbbing of course, she had not been killed yet. A rock had grazed her head only, and her recuperative powers brought her back to full life.
The missile or rock, inflicted, caused a scalp would, but infected it was. As they carried her back to their village, hundreds of miles, she died on the way. So simply a death for such a hero, it is hard to digest. I would guess the long walk, the shackles, the wound, dehydration, the infection, and the cold, it all played a part in her death. And the Leopard men spoke with primitive resentment towards me, snarling, but my weapons froze them in their tracks, with fear, thus, when I killed three of them, simply by pulling the trigger, of my space gun, I evaporated them in front of there own kind, this provoked no more wishful thinking of overpowering me. And there is really no more to say, on the matter, I’m sorry.
Note: History of the story: originally started at the café, El Parquetito’s in Lima, Peru, on 6/28/2006, done in chapter form, in the first and third persons, as it changes from chapter to chapter, or can, so it originally was constructed to do. Chapters 12 to through 14 written and constructed 7/3/2006; Chapter 15 and 16, written July 4, on America’s Independence day, holiday, in Lima, Peru, as well as the end chapter, #17; October, 28,2006, chapter 14 through the end was typed from the written form on the back of the restaurant’s napkins.
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