The beasts and creatures of Zandipor feed the Drandroka and keep the planet alive. All Drandroka should honor them with swift deaths but Creepe does not agree. He lets the creatures suffer for his own amusement. He makes his kills slow and sloppy.
Creepe laughs as he walks over to the boomercan who is screeching on the ground with the stone ax in his back. He steps on the creature’s head as he pulls out the ax.
He takes too long. He lets them suffer.
An arrow flies into the crook of Cookie Monster’s bow. He releases the arrow that sails through the boomercan’s soum, killing him as fast as the strike of a wicker.
Creepe turns to the powerful Cookie Monster with a frown. “That was Creepe’s kill,” he says in a booming voice.
Cookie Monster grabs another arrow and glides his fingers through the soft feathers. Just in case.
“Then kill it next time,” Cookie Monster says. “You fill it with pain for no reason. Send it to the Land of the Nevatrun and be done with it. If you don’t, the swift and powerful Cookie Monster will.”
Creepe booms out a laugh, making Cookie Monster’s insides go as hard as the sentra rock.
“Your name is Pontuck,” Creepe says, his muscular shoulders rolling with laughter. “Why do you insist on being called that ridiculous name? Because the pink Sandroka whore gave it to you?”
Cookie Monster’s insides are raging like a volterno at the insult. His vision is as red as the Juju plant. The beautiful and honorable Saku Avery, gave Pontuck the highest honor in all of Zandipor when she bestowed him with the name of Cookie Monster. It has been the proudest moment of Cookie Monster’s life.
And Creepe mocks it.
And he mocks the Saku.
“Avery is the true Saku,” the swift Cookie Monster says as he notches an arrow and aims it at Creepe’s traitorous face. Cookie Monster remembers how Creepe stood by Loupen’s side against Avery. He helped capture Turic and tried to kill the one true Saku. He cannot be trusted.
Creepe laughs as he picks up the dead boomercan by its long tail. He walks back dragging its head on the ground. Creepe does not recite the hunter’s song, honoring its death. Creepe disgraces the creature with his actions.
“The pink Sandroka is a whore,” Creepe repeats, brushing past Cookie Monster and bumping his shoulder into his.
The powerful Cookie Monster could place an arrow between Creepe’s disrespectful eyes but he does not. He lowers his bow instead.
“Avery slew two of the many fanged beasts,” Cookie Monster says, raising his powerful chin. “How could she do that if she is not the true Saku as you claim?”
Creepe laughs. A vile and nauseating sound. “Maybe the pink whore killed the beasts with the wicked smell of her culip.”
The arrow is back in Cookie Monster’s bow, aimed at Creepe’s neck.
“Do not say another word about the Saku or the swift Cookie Monster will let his arrow fly at your chest.”
Creepe shakes his head and mutters something, but Cookie Monster cannot hear what he said.
“Drop the boomercan,” Cookie Monster orders. “The hunter’s song must be sung.”
Creepe rolls his eyes and tosses the dead boomercan to the dirt at Cookie Monster’s swift feet. “You do it. Saku lover.”
Cookie Monster puts the arrow back in his quiver as the disrespectful Creepe turns and walks away. It shouldn’t be like this. Cookie Monster should be alone. He left the village under the Saku and the mighty Turic’s orders to find the missing pink Sandrokas.
He traveled over the rocky mountains and past the smoky valley when he saw Creepe in the distance. He tried to sneak away but Creepe’s ears were too strong and he rushed over. They have been together since.
The powerful Cookie Monster had planned to leave but Creepe’s tracking abilities were much better than his. So he stayed.
After giving Cookie Monster his name, the honorable Saku Avery, told him that two pink Sandrokas were alone and needed his help. Cookie Monster saw how lucky the mighty Turic was to have his own mate and he wanted the same for himself, so he ran as fast as a gicolat to find one.
Many other Drandroka are out here as well, searching for their own pink Sandroka but Cookie Monster hopes that he will find one first. He has to find one before Creepe.
Even an honorable Saku would be in fear of mating with the disrespectful Creepe.
Cookie Monster drops to a knee and sings the hunter’s song over the body of the fallen boomercan. The boomercan can now go to the glorious Land of the Nevatrun. He will be with his fallen brothers. He will be at peace.
Creepe is busy making a fire as the powerful Cookie Monster approaches, holding the boomercan by the neck, which is the respectful way that the Drandroka honor the dead beasts.
“The song is sung?” Creepe asks in a mocking tone.
“It is sung.”
“Did you dance like a baby granu while you sang?” he asks with a laugh.