Mokanla
1090 Words
"Ku ri a ma n jih lu kih"
He had been walking for a while now. He wasn't tried but kinda wanted to rest. His legs were still very much alive and his chest was no longer heavy. He only wished that his legs could take him faster than they were taking him at that moment.
Firstly, he had lost his newly found friend: the long thing and curvy creature. And he had lost the creature which looked almost like him but was much more delicate and somewhat comely.
If he could keep track of time, he could had said for how he had been walking but he couldn't simply keep track of the time.
He had only noticed the swaying of the large light up above him in the long lawn hovering over his head.
He had lots of wishes to meet with but majority of them were merely mirages. Because he would need to achieve one firstly before he would hop on another one. And as things were going, it seemed as though he wouldn't be able to arrive at any conclusion.
He looked ahead of him. The path between the trees was bald which meant several creatures who possessed his kinda legs had throdden there often. That was enough to propel him and gave him a reason to want to figure them out.
He stopped under a tree for a while. He looked up to it. There were round balls on them. He wanted to pick few of them but he couldn't. There were too high. He would need to climb the tree.
He didn't have time for that too. He was much more busy than he thought he was. Like he was much more occupied and was trying to pull all his interest into a whole so that he could get to the right thing he wanted.
Then when he was about to take his face off the tree, he saw another long, thin but curvy creature tracing dark dribbles across the route of the twigs of the tree.
If he wasn't so observant, he would had mistaken it for his lost friend. He wanted to say hi to it but he had no time too.
He was wasting much time where he was and didn't have all the day. That was if he did know what day meant.
He looked away from the tree and kept walking. He walked as quickly and swiftly as his limbs were expected to take him.
He was going two times the speed he was supposed to. He had wasted enough time of course.
He almost bumped into a fallen trunk. He halted before it. He got distracted easily. Twas kinda a blessing to him but much more like some callous curse.
He bent and tried to look into the trunk but seemed not to be getting what he wanted. Like he wasn't catching the view he was bent on getting.
Then he went flat on his chest on the earth. He looked into the trunk. There seemed not be anything there. Whenever he did return from his long search, he would return there to rest. That would be his house for the time being.
He stood up and kept walking towards the path he was convinced that the creature had taken. Sooner or later, he would find it or somehow have a clue of where it had escaped to.
He was kinda regretting what he had done earlier. If he had known, he wouldn't had helped it in the first place. He should had left it to the mercy of the wild beasts.
No! That was cruel. If he had known, he wouldn't had slept. He should had kept a watch over it till the day would break and he would be able to ask it several questions and figure out if it belonged to his breed.
There seemed to be no points in pruning regrets though. What would happen had happened and things had turned out to be what they were not meant to be.
He wondered! Even if he had had the creature by his side at that moment, would he had been able to communicate with it, owed to the fact that he didn't even know what her language was?
He dumped the thought. Let's have her firstly, then the remaining things would play out whichever way they wished to.
He scratched his armpit, then the back of his head, then he played two of his right fingers into his eyes. He brought the pupils out and plucked a leaf from one of the neighboring trees without stopping.
He cleaned the pupils and fixed them back to the sockets. When he got a grasp on his sight again, he was shocked at where he found himself.
He was standing before what he had seen earlier. But the one he was standing before at that moment had no rising part, neither was there a downpour of whatever.
He was standing before a river. The river was large and very long. He was skeptical whether to step in it or not. He didn't know if twould feel on his skin exactly like the former had felt.
He looked behind him, the stretched forest went as though it had no end. He was sure that one day he would walk its end. He had allowed himself to be distracted again.
He looked into the river, like few miles into it. He saw a carriage, like long and spacious planks conjoined, floating on the river. A boat!
He could see by straining from where he was. There were two of that creature in the boat. His sense was strong. He could smell it from the distance.
He wanted to go into the water and catch it but he didn't know if he should.
He ran and plunged himself into the water. He tried to go far but he only sank and was popped out of it as though he was some ball.
He tried again and the same fate caught up with him. He relented and walked away from the water.
He looked back at the boat for the last time and growled.
He would return to his newly found home and return to figure out how to go to the home of those creatures.
He couldn't wait. He must find a way.
He let his rage sink into the abyss of his worries and let his legs do the conversation.
He should be in the trunk in a while.
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