Jungle Life



Run run run run run run!!! Quickly Sagathani jumped into a tree, silent as the hunting cat. She watched the people charge on under her oblivious that she was gone. With a sigh the elf leaned against the tree. They had thought her to be a jungle sprite… well not quite, boys. The pale blonde was one of the few vampiric-elves in the world. She was the guardian. Sagathani started suddenly, her eyes went wide. She peered through the tree’s foliage, she grinned viciously. Oh Jonathan, what a little darling!
He lagged behind for her to feed. Sagathani watched the man jog down the path; silently she followed in the trees. A twig snapped and they both turned, Sagathani (Sagi as she was now called) cursed under her breath. Jonathan hurried into the bushes to be hidden. The Great Huntress, of the last Amazonian tribe Kudzuion, was whistling shrilly as she ran through the forest. Sagi jumped down from the tress and landed softly in front of the Huntress. She heard Jonathan breath sharply in as he saw her. After a quick consultation Sagi was back in the trees. Jonathan would wait until later!
Sagi ran as fast as she could towards the camp, Huntress was right beneath her. The time it took to get to the camp seemed to take hours, Sagi was absolutely distraught. Hissing angrily she saw the fire spreading from roof to roof, soon it would be in her trees. Sagi shouted commands towards the women; the men were to start filling buckets of water from the river. Half of the women would follow her, the other half start running through the houses and gathering what they could salvage.
She guided the women to where the men were, and spread them in a line to start dumping the water on the fire. After the fire had died down significantly Sagi took off to the treetops. Sniffing Sagi smelled the corruption, or at least the filth of the men from the other camp. She ran towards where they were, darkness had fallen and it was thick as the trees felt her anger. The animals were restless, and the tree’s swayed, clearing a path for Sagi to run faster, the jungle was alive. Her eyes had dilated almost as soon as she was in the darkness.
It was bright as day to her on the highway of trees. Sagathani turned a corner and jumped back covering her eyes. The fire stung, and burned her eyes. She looked again, carefully, and her eyes adjusted immediately. Silently she slipped to the ground, quite as the hunting jaguar. She crouched into the half-shadows on the edge of the men’s clearing. One, with a startled cry, looked at her. Crouching there with half-light the pale girl looked like an angel. Perhaps an angel of death. The men all stepped away rather quickly, grabbing at their guns and other weapons.
The fire flared into unbelievable brightness as she slowly continued her dread approach. Now she looked like a goddess, her fair skin and blonde hair set alight with red, maybe instead a fire spirit. Sagathani’s eyes flashed from face to face, they lingered on Jonathan’s eyes. She bared her teeth in a grin as her fangs elongated like a cats, and hissing Sagathani stepped slowly forward. The camp heard screams that night, but they were afraid to leave the camp to investigate. Mixed with those screams was a cruel laughter, and then weeping after it was over. Suddenly there was silence, stillness… then the trees became trees again, and animals went back to their nocturnal happenings. In the morning when the scouts looked at the site where the men had been, there was no sign of anybody ever having had been in that secluded shelter. Though sitting in the treetops was their fair, well-fed, elven guardian. Their vampire goddess of the jungle. Untamed, and untamable, she watched with golden eyes, the avenger of nature.