Chronicle Pt. IX
Certain of refuge, others did not appreciate her presence among the slabs. With watchful eyes they witnessed, with growl and snarl expressing their resentment. Every night they came closer to try and chase her out of this sacred place. Leaving would mean not being able to go back. Deprived of sleep, food and water the situation grew dire.
In the death of the night,
as eyes glimmered from outside.
She took a pose and challenged them,
drawing them out for a fight.
Weaved into the laws of her kind, the challenge would end in death. If the victor survived inflicted wounds, they could lay claim to a territory. It was only later in life, once future was set in stone, she realized that it was no coincidence she landed at the slabs.
A shimmer in the moonlights,
a rustling of wings that took flight.
Her opponent entered the clearing,
growl and bare teeth acknowledged their spite.
His body marked, his eyes strong,
to withstand his strength, she needed to be quick.
Circling her enemy, she observed for weak spots,
the atmosphere turned still, tension thick.
The first attack came from her,
targeting his wings, certain he would yield.
A flightless life not worth this fight,
her tail struck fast, a blur revealed.
With tooth and nail, in combat’s stride,
on both fronts wounds opened wide.
Her vision blurred, yet she stood with pride,
certain this battle would soon subside.
Breath heavy, blood streaming,
for a final blow, she went, believing.
He landed a strike, but couldn’t defend,
her bite sealed his fate, bringing the fight to its end.
As the carvings in the slabs filled up with maroon,
a body of her kind lied dead upon the rune.
Triumphantly she made her victory known,
declaring the rocks as her own.
Demands were discussed between hiss and chitter. The blood writing their story on the rock as the growls became roars. If she wanted to claim her refuge, she’d have to prove herself worthy. She who spilled blood on the slabs.
With a deafening and defying roar she created silence,
explaining her motivation and guidance.
Her task now known, a Chronicler to be,
she would devote her life to the tribe’s history.
She accepted fate.