IMP: Terror and Love

Eewa

"Kunkakaka"

He had no idea what to do or say. He was clueless. His instinct was whispering several ideas into his consciousness but he did know that he couldn't use all.

He knew that only few of the ideas would be worthy of his attention. He didn't know what to think. He wasn't actually trying hard to think. There was nothing to think about.

His mental ken seemed blank and he did know that twouldnt expand anymore. He could say that over and over again. He couldn't be sure though. He was simply making guesses.

He was hoping that he would have his way with the odds. He was not so sure of what to be sure of. He had no idea what fate even time was caught up with.

He was simply hoping that things would play out fine. He knew that he couldn't be sure and wouldn't vouch for it. He was only hoping that he would have his way around the odds which had been gnawing at him.

He hoped that he would be able to make meaning of all and make his own stance. Twas quite better for him to discard the taunting thoughts else he'd be discarded. Hell knew that he didn't want that.

He had her in his arms. She felt like the fresh tip of the hay on his skin. He had never felt pleasurable ever.

He had never felt great like he was at that moment. The feeling was unique. The pain which probably had been pored by the plight of his escape had been filled with the rays emanating from her face.

He had never seen a creature like her. He did refer to her as it. He had no idea what she was. The only thing he did know was right was the fact that she did look like him.

Not like in shape or beauty, but in stature. They both could walk with their two legs. They both had two eyes and could stand uprightly. Other creatures he had seen hadn't been like that.

They were always with four legs and did walk on the four. He was glad that he hadn't been so involved with them or into them big time before he discovered her.

He wouldn't had given a damn. He was very curious. And that was one of the things which sent him away from the underground. He didn't want to think about it.

He kept walking. He had no idea that his recent abode was quite far from the waterfall. He had no idea that he had walked that long before seeing her.

He had no idea that he could be that worked up. He kept walking. He hoped that he would get there soon. That was the best thing he could ever hope for.

He tried as much as possible to pluck some leaves with her in his arms but that was some elevated mirage. That was in no way possible. He knew that and wouldn't force.

He was simply only going to give a try. That was all that he was going to do. He knew that if he did try to tilt her again to cut the leaves which probably would help heal the gores, he might end up hurting her rather than heal her.

He wouldn't do that. Even if he didn't know her. Even if he didn't get to find out who she was. Even if he was recently getting to know her.

He would do all his best to have her sane. To have her in a good form. Then he would have his way.

His way with what? He didn't know yet. He hadn't decided. He didn't know what to do with her. He wasn't sure if he did understand her language or not.

How was he supposed to address her if he didn't understand her language? How was he supposed to know what she was up to if she couldn't communicate with him?

How was he supposed to know where she was from if he couldn't talk to her? A part of him felt like what he was doing was not worth it. He felt like what he was doing was but waste of time.

But a new ray of thought flickered across the path of his consciousness. He felt a new peace within himself. He had no idea where that came from. He had no idea what that was from.