Sil
The jungle chirped with all sorts of nightly sounds. Dark green oversized leaves contrasted by the bright glow from the rivers it held. Welcome to Luster Jungle of the West. Where the plants can kill you, and everywhere humid as hell.
But the night was unusually cooler then normal. Fire flies whisked about, searching for their hosts to mingle by. Which was just perfect, as a pack of lean tribal men scouted about. Each with their own decorated fell fit wooden mask. Adorning their most distinctive mark, their fluffed orange hair. Some long like the mane of lions. Other tied high in buns and tails. But they all wore their peoples traditional black ribbon clothing. From neck and down, completely wrapped. Aside for some wood beaded necklaces.
The main leader of this group, kept his body low. Sadly smaller then his brothers, but that made him much quicker compared to them. His orange hair pulled back in a fox's tail style. Fluffing out to taper back down. His mask simple, with slits for the eyes. Marked by the red painting of their tribe.
Name: Sil
Tribal Ranking: Chief's first born
The large fanned leaves barley rustled as the pack of men pushed aside. Looking from one another as they followed the fireflies to their target. The exotic blue lit river shimmers against their black wrappings. As the glow stones at the bottom bed radiated.
The group came to a halt as Sil held up a hand. Watching the river come to a spread opening. Lightly covered by the canopies of the red leaved trees. Surrounded by thick brush. Mud meeting a mix of dirt and special moss. It was perfect. And the group waited as the fireflies drifted further into the opening. Over the mouth of the now large body of water, and halting just above its glimmer.
The men waited at the command of their lead. Who eyed the waters rippling surface. Watching as a mass began to form beneath its surface and break.
TO BE CONTINUED
