Eesan
1107 Words
"Ku ri a..."
He wanted to drop it. He couldn't be sure what to arrive at that moment. His instinct did affirm that what he was holding was never a snake. He knew twas never that long and thin creature with a curvy walk style. He knew what its grasp would feel like in his coarse palm. He tried sorting his thoughts. He knew not what to do. Or probably he did know what to do but was simply shilly-shalling. He couldn't put a speck to the dust. His thoughts had been chopped. He tried what he felt reasonable to himself. He dropped what he had grabbed. He couldn't help it. He wanted to run outta the water but he would simply be a coward. And what was there even to run away from. Wasn't he supposed to be on his feet? Wasn't he supposed to fight for his reels? Even if his father had told him to run and run from the impending doom he could never see coming, was it anyway close to being a coward? Well! He tried ascribing as well as alloting sundry motives to his rage. He knew he could never survive leaving there without searching for and rescuing his friend. But what was under that water? He needed to be sure. But a thought wring off his instinct.
Where was the long and thin creature with curvy sways? He had asked that earlier but would he quit until he did have the soothing c*m suiting answer? He couldn't be sure. Where could it had gone. He had seen it fall inside the water from the mountain top. Where was it? It of course should be in the water. Probably had been gulped by the ever drooling locks of water. He couldn't be sure. He didn't even know the name what that large liquid substance was called. He had been excited firstly when he did see the water, the liquid substance. He had been excited and afraid at the same time. He had wanted to try something new out. A new discovery, and he never wanted to have a feel of a strange thing. He had been firstly made a pawn of decision before he knuckled under the appropriate thing to do. At least, that was the best option to put together. And it had helped. He hadn't regretted entering the water at the fall of his friends. At least up to that moment. He knew he wouldn't be held in thoughts forever. He moved two steps forward and plunged his hands deeply into the water to have a grasp on the object.
He caught two soft things. He was conscious. His instinct did loan him that if he did hold tightly that he might sink his claws into them. He didn't want to take chances, yet he wanted to help. What to do? Of course he would have to be careful. That was the best thing he could ever think of. He did let go of what he had grabbed and went again. Now he grabbed a neck and a thigh. He dropped both at the same time. He obviously wasn't ready for it. He probably was just taking chances. But he knew that whatever that creature was, it needed help. But he was sure that it could never be his friend. His recent friend, if that was right to call the snake. And if twere his friend, he would be so shocked how it was possible for it to change drastically at the flip of eerie but bewitched eyelids. Time should test what his felon faith was weary of.
The third time he plunged his hands into the water, river or blah, he intended to scoop. To scoop up. And he did drive his hands very deeply that his head halfways was sucked by the whooshing water. His hands went beneath the back of the creature buried in the water. He was damn sure twas its back. He could feel his touch on the butts. He did have his and did know what twas. Though the one he was touching was quite softer than his. His was as coarse and hard as the rock. Even he would never dispute the fact. He hewn a gaunt growl as he scooped up the all of the creature from the depth of the water. Damn! He had a clone. What he caught hold of firstly with his gullible gaze was the visage of the rescued. Twas delicately heavenly. Twas soft and mild. Humble and piercing. The lips were like nectar. He hadn't seen any creature so close to their species as such. Though the new creature he was having on his rough c*m grotesque skin seemed a better version of his own type. If twouldnt seem like a devaluation, he could say that his type was a draft while the new creature's was the success of the experiment. Hell! He knew what was comely and great.
He wanted to remain in that water, on that spot for as long as possible. He never wanted to put the new creature down. He looked from her visage to her neck, everything was graceful. The lines on her neck were three, delicately seeped therein. Etched gracefully by some hands trained by apt alakazam. He couldn't be sure what description would be best. Then his haughtily hungry eyes travelled further across the lawn of the body of the new creature in his hands. He caught hold of two popped up fleshes with his rustic retina. The popped up fleshes were with fresh bruises or gores. He could discern, those were the first two things his eager hands had grabbed at the first trial of rescuing the creature. He felt sorry for the bruises. Beside the bruises or gores, he saw two round push-ups like buttons or noses of Kurang, the odd toad of the underworld, from where he had come. The two buttons were on each popped up flesh. He didn't know what they were. He shilly-shallied firstly, but knuckled under being courageous. He touched the right one with the tips of his callous claws. He had slightly a tight hold on it. Then he tried the second one and fiddled with it. He enjoyed it. His instinct was pleased. He felt surges ripping off his pleasures. Then he halted. The creature in his hands moved. It shook. Its face contoured. Hell! Twas still alive. He must help it regain its consciousness pretty quickly. He hurried outta the water. He would return to search for his old friend, but before then he would fiddle with buttons again.
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