Part Five of Nineteen [See notes for overview]

Planet SSARG—The Bear Cliffs [Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]

As Siren climbed the cliffs, step by step, the moans and howls for the the snakes and rats bellowed at her, echoed up to her, hour after hour, and the closer she came to the rim, of the cliffs, the more the bears like creatures, these mysterious beasts, two legged beasts growled at her approach. There were no way the vipers or rodents could climb such a cliff, and so they remained camped out at the bottom of the cliffs.

The closer she came to the edge of the cliff, looking sideways, she could see their massive muscles, and thick torsos: hairy beasts she murmured to her third-eye; and hairy beasts they were, and with big nostrils, teeth sticking out the sides of their mouths, unable to close their mouths completely, as if the jaw and the teeth, and the extending side teeth where in place to stay: claws inches long; very heavy, perhaps 1600 to 2000 pounds; fifteen to twenty feet tall, some where shorter, a few larger.

By the time she got to the top of the cliff, she was exhausted, so tired her lungs and heart were not intone with each other: she felt like collapsing: but rest, oh yes, rest would do it she conjured in her mind, hide for the moment, and rest, respite will be the healer, but a number of the beasts were waiting to corner her. As she was to all creatures of this planet, this planet SSARG, the Grass Planet, she was different, a stranger. On Mercury or Moiromma, or even earth, there were beings like her, but not here, not on this animal and grass forsaken planet where only beast and undergrowth grew, with some kind of higher intelligence, yes, oh yes, she admitted, were its inhabitants; not equal to hers, no, but not as limited as earths creatures, or Moiromma’s. They had quick wit for being a creature, mammal, whatever they were. And all the species seemed to be sectioned away from the others, from one another. As if they were races. They may have even known that certain areas were off limits: sensed it; especially after seeing shapes and shadows, and known it was forbidden: perhaps in their ancient genetic code. And now she, she being Siren was trespassing on everyone’s turf. She was tarring down walls you might say, it was in one of these crevices she found a note book, in the language of Moiromma, it had the initials of Tig on it

Interlude to Chapter 5:

Cliff bound & Horseplay

Blaze asked ‘Nob,’ a name he had invented for his second-general of the 1st legend in his Army of viper, in his juggled voice, ”Why do you become so vicious with your friend here, the rat, we are at peace with them?”

Said Nob, in his squeaky type voice “Horseplay, harmless horseplay,” the rat nodding his head in agreement, even with a bottom-lip type smile, confirming Nob’s already qualifying gesture.

I suppose, thought Blaze, Nob being thirty-feet long and half foot tusks coming out of his head, he could had killed that rat easily, it is when they gang up on you, twenty to one, that is when it is dangerous though to play such provoking games. And Blaze knew there were four to one, in rats vs. snakes. And he knew they were getting restless, both creature and mammal, both viper and parasite. What would happen if the fur-rat got mad at the slimy worm? this was a fleeting thought with Blaze. And the Queen, where was she?

Blaze’s mind examined the cliffs, looking up them: flat on the tops, mesas but try and to get up 3000-feet to find her, you’d need wings, he told himself; and thus, day after day, night after night, he stared at those lofty cliffs, those brown with red shades of clay mixed in them cliffs.

(—we all know animals cannot be bought off with formal logic or placated with gifts—although it has been proven through conditioning processes it can be done with food to a limited degree, but this was not the case here, it was that these animals could remember, perhaps remembered their fathers father, perhaps I say, and like revenge or retribution, love and fatality, thin as it may be inside of their brains, it was, in this world it was so. Perchance it can be likened to the dark side of earth’s moon; it circles the earth, but we do we see it?)) Siren was like a wild cat—she was a skirmisher, who found life interesting, and couldn’t’, or wouldn’t, and didn’t stay in one place too long—alert she was, and she had not lost a fight thus far, and she was young, and that was part of why she had to go into the Bear Country.

Jokaneen suggested, her mother, suggested, what she suggested to her and she did what she could do, and would have, and did before her mother suggested it; and that was to go into the bear country. For some reason, and Siren did not know, Jokaneen was not clipped tight into her mind anymore, she was getting delayed signals from her. Perhaps it was the pull from the moon to the planet. It was 200,000-miles away, and it would be three months before the moon would orbit to 140,000 miles of the Planet, thus, the communication would be better, and perhaps Jokaneen could reconnect for good within Sirens mind. But it was not so now.

Jokaneen: her thoughts on this planet were mixed, yet she knew these creatures were in a way outside the range or realm of a deity per se, so it would seem, hence, she knew this planet had it not been hidden from the rest of the universe, could not last long—these character beasts, a bizarre phenomenon outside the façade of the universe, outside the realm of respectability and love, but love was—a rootless kind of love was showing up, not of values of a human heart—but their values, as they went along))

The Cliff Bears

a few hours had passed now, and Siren was rested up, the sluggishness of her body was gone, the clumsiness put to rest. Her muscles were not hurting anymore. She felt her rawhide like skin, firm, ready, she was in a furrow, not quite ready to climb out of it, not yet, for should a cliff bear try to get her, as they had tried, they’d fall on top of her most likely, but she was ready to climb out when the time was right; yes, she thought, if the bears fell down on her, they’d only kill both themselves and her; so they waited, she waited and the bears waited.

During twilight, she did creep up the thirty feet or so of the crack, Her confidence not as secure as it was before. That book she found in the crack, notebook she put in, tucked it into the side of her belt like strip around her waist: she glanced at it before she tucked it away, a quick glance, “All I had to down was [is] stop the freezing of the planet, and sur…” and then she had tucked it away, but it was something, and her mothers voice said, ‘Later, look at it later.’ And that was what she was going to do, look at it later, whenever later was.

She had crept out of her crack, and away from these giant beasts, well away from them, these monster type bodies. It was the fourth week now, since she walked into this forbidden land, where beast and she stared from a distance. They were not fast running bears in the least, slow, slower than the snakes or rats, and she could outrun both of them, so these mammals were not a challenge as far as running went.

It was early morning; one of these bears came out roaring from the bushes, with ape like eyes. It was too late for Siren to run as she laid on a pile of leaves for a bed. It clutched her arms and tor her loin cloth off, and her breasts became exposed; two other ferocious creatuares came, bristly hair, roaring towards her

these mysterious beasts moved slowly, but when they moved shook the ground a bit, they sounded like echoes from a volcano. It seemed these monsters were going to fight over her—their instincts for one another, knew one another, which they’d have to play the game, who was the strongest one. On the ground naked, her head turned to deny the others of their pleasures, she breathlessly gnashed under the leaves. She had kept one of the big rodent’s teeth, it was her weapon; and shoved it into the bear’s eye as it was sizing up his scavenger friends, the wanting prey: as it turned about to see what she was up to, thus, lustful or hungry—all desires halted with the bear screaming and letting lose his grip on her hand. And an earthquake came, a trembling of the earth, they thought for the moment she had created it, and the bears stood stone-still, as she scooted through the massive bunch: scooted to the nearby woods, yet fearful there could be more of this kind lingering about. The cliffs and her tree house came to mind quickly: it looked good now.

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