Cookie Monster feels his soum thumping in his chest. His face must be a dark shade of blue with all of the rage that he is feeling.
“Have you no respect?” the powerful Cookie Monster asks as he sits down, preparing to skin the boomercan. “You do not respect the boomercan who gives his life for our lunch. You do not respect the Saku who slays the many fanged beasts. Will you have respect for the missing pink Sandroka if you find her?”
Creepe grins as he looks at Cookie Monster. “The ugly pink Sandroka does not need Creepe’s respect. She will need the mighty Creepe’s towering cock. That is all. And that is all she will get.”
The swift wind changes course and both Creepe and Cookie Monster drop what’s in their hands and stand up, ready to fight. Creepe pulls out the bone knife on his belt as Cookie Monster cocks an arrow, ready to let it soar.
The smell is the vile scent of the many fanged beast. Not the large one that the Saku called the T-Rex. A smaller one, but faster and just as deadly.
The fire is already set up and ready to be lit but to stay here and light it would be most unwise. The many fanged beasts are fast and they know that where there’s smoke, there are Drandroka.
The powerful Cookie Monster and Creepe back away slowly, until they hear another noise.
An unfamiliar noise.
It is the sound of a Sandroka. But the Sandroka don’t make such noises. It is the sound that a charging Drandroka male makes during war time. The sound of murder.
But it is not a Drandroka. It is not even a Roka.
She makes sounds in the language of Avery. It is beautiful and Cookie Monster yearns to hear more.
“You want to fuck with me?” she sings. “Come on! I’ll show you who you’re fucking with!”
Her words are like the songs of the ilopore, elegant and unique.
The powerful Cookie Monster stops but Creepe keeps moving backward, away from the sound. Cookie Monster turns in shock.
“Where are you going?” he asks as he glides his finger over the feathers of his arrow.
Creepe frowns. “She has as much chance as a lilobite in a ganushes’ cave. The many fanged beast will tear her open before we can arrive.”
But Cookie Monster has to try. If this pink Sandroka is a friend of the Saku, then the powerful Cookie Monster will die to protect her.
“Come, Pontuck,” Creepe says as he backs away. “Do not go to the Land of the Nevatrun early over an ugly pink Sandroka.”
“Cookie Monster’s name is Cookie Monster,” he says as he stalks forward leaving the cowardly Creepe behind him.
He rushes through the forest, leaping over roots of the raterou bush and ducking under branches of the enger tree, all while keeping his arrow ready in his bow.
The swift Cookie Monster’s soum is hammering like a mandashee in his chest as he runs forward. The chirping of the many fanged beast weakens his legs but not his resolve. He rushes forward to save the Saku’s friend in need.
When he sees her, he freezes.
The powerful Cookie Monster was not expecting this. She is a warrior Sandroka, unlike anything that he has ever seen. Her arms are hard with beautiful muscles, the veins running over them like the roots of the soukat tree. Her stomach is lean and carved with ridges like the rock valley that is a day’s walk from the village.
Her skin is pink like the Saku Avery’s, but more beautiful. Her hair is as black as the night sky and her eyes are as bright as the third sun. She is wondrous.
But in danger.
The many fanged beast approaches with his head low and his deadly mouth open. He chirps at her but she does not run in fear. She growls back at him, thrusting the stick in her hands at him.
Why does she have a stick? Doesn’t she know that the stick from the enger tree will break if she hits the many fanged beast with it?
The beast chirps again as he takes a step forward. The pink Sandroka stares at the beast as she circles to the side.
“You calling your friends?” she sings in a gorgeous voice that makes Cookie Monster’s eyes water. “You scared, you little pussy? That’s the first smart thing I’ve seen you do all week.”
The many fanged beast rushes forward and to Cookie Monster’s surprise, so does the pink Sandroka.
She slides to the ground as they meet, thrusting her stick up under his belly where the flesh is the softest. It’s not soft enough, though, and the stick snaps.
The swift Cookie Monster does not want to see what happens next so he lets his arrow fly. Then another. Then another.
Three arrows. All land in the many fanged beast’s chest. All competing for room in his dying soum.
The beast’s eyes close and he falls to the side with a thud, landing on the beautiful pink Sandroka’s leg. She throws her head back and winces as she grabs her muscular thigh.
Cookie Monster emerges from the forest to help. It is time to claim this pink Sandroka as his own. As his mate.
She will be his forever and forever. As long as the six moons fly in the sky.