Notes: Well, the little poem like sayings came from Jane Yolen's Become A
Warrior. I don't know how the rest popped up. o.O
Both the hunted and the hunter pray to God
Running, running, running, was he always running? Yes, from his blood,
his birthright, from the bloody, red figure who haunted his dreams and
thoughts, spurring on the feet that did the running. But that's all he
had left to do, fighting had almost killed him and he was no good dead.
Hiding worked for a short time, then back to running. Always the hunted
and never the hunter. Could I change that? he thought as he slipped
into a dry streambed and hid under the embankment, catching his breath.
Running through the options left to him, he sighed, No.
Both hunters smiled as the prey prayed to his gods and then ran onward
again, only barely keeping away from those that dogged his steps. Red
as rubies, one was scarlet eyed, the other scarlet robed.
Dogs bark, but the caravan goes on
He put aside all distractions after it happened. At the end of the long
run the hunter found him, making him a monster. So he burned the hovel
he had been hiding in and shook off the things that had made him that
creature and centered himself on vengeance. The hunter would become the
hunted, no matter what the cost.
A princess once pleaded on his arm, begging for him to relent, both in
heart and soul to her advances, to end his own suffering by finding
love. He shook her of like he had his former life, ignoring the tears
that came from his rejection.
To become a warrior, forget the past
He pushed the memories away as he practiced, hoping to immerse himself
in the delicate dance of sword work and the smell of leather and steel.
Steel was the way to the vengeance that had been taken from him by
her. So he would find her instead, use her to find his answer and
redemption, ridding himself of his loathsome form.
A warrior's way was the only way. Only the vengeance and the purpose
would burn in him now, nothing would be thought of what was and had
been. For the past was a mere distraction to his hunt.
When you are the tree, be a tree
He ignored matters of humans and home, of kingdoms and wars in his quest
for her. Tracking her down was the one thing that drove him and the
vengeance within. He was consumed by it as if by fire, completely
giving in to it, becoming the vengeance, becoming the stalker, the one
who follows through darkness, the hunter himself.
Love comes like a thief, stealing the heart's gold away
He held his rival in his arms, never realizing that in hunting he had
forgotten who he hunted. The sweet, delightful smile captivated him,
the delicate form holding him in it's thrall. She smiled at him,
wrapping her arms around his neck and cuddling against him like a great
cat, professing her search for him as well as her love.
His heart fluttered, the hope for it's release making him smile at his
heart's desire, accepting her like one accepts a knife to the heart,
weaving his life threads with hers with a single kiss.
When the cat wants to eat her kittens,
she says they look like mice
Squirming in the arms of her lover, she gently caressed his face,
reveling in the feel of marble smooth stone and gentle bumps of
pebbles. Claiming his mouth as her own, she traced every curve of his
sweet lips before plunging inside, as if seeking treasure. He hugged
her closer, kissing her back even as his movements stilled. A smile
softened his features as she drew back, bending to hear his heart slow
to the barest of movements and finally stop, the softest of flutters
marking it's end as she withdrew her hand.
She stood then, regretfully leaving the delight of his embrace for the
last time. Stretching, she reveled in the feel of soft moonlight across
her bare skin as her scarlet hair tumbled over shoulders and down her
back, a red whispering robe cloaking her in it's folds. Opening ruby
eyes, Lina melted back into the shadows, a predatory smile gracing her
rose kissed lips.