There she stood waiting, and watching— with her eyes on the bêtes. The crowd surrounding her were in silence.
Many of them slightly trembling-some would say it was from the cold~ but really when one faces a horde of bêtes
from the cave, you had to remember to hold your breath. You see the bêtes can smell fear from a kilometre away, ready to pounce on anyone who stood in their way!
She growled back in defiance as the bêtes began to make their trek toward her. Moving with such great force enough to drag a royal barge across the jungle.
The bêtes leaped into the air, ready to strike their foe. As soon as they were airborne, she raised her spear, & swung it like she was reaching for mangoes that were lodged at the top of the highest branch.
A group of gifted artists from the tribe banged their hands on the Ngoma sets. Then a sound of ululating followed coming from a band of young, as well as older females of the clan.
The young warrior’s heart was racing. Her entire body was scarlet, drenched in red from head to toe from the remains of the bêtes that she had managed to extirpate.
After the corpses of the beasts had been buried in the caves— the young warrior created her own armor from the bones of the bêtes.
Now when she would be in another battle, she would be able to channel the spirits of the bêtes.
She can use their spiritual energy to b’ ever Victorious!
#Bêtes! (c) 29.Juin.2022