Post by Lord Vader on Mar 11, 2007 0:03:08 GMT -5
Tanzanian Coast, Dawn
Ragged hands of darkness still desperately clung to the night sky as shimmering arrows of red sunlight pierced the black hide of Somnus' sky. Night gradually sunk into day as a thin strip of red on the horizon grew steadily bigger, the mighty sun rising into the sky to begin a new day. Inside the Tanzian wilderness, those last denizens of darkness - the nocturnal beasts of the land - made one last glimpse at the bright sun before scurrying away to their daylight dens. There, they would curl themselves away from the light and sleep until darkness rose again the following night.
However as the nocturnal creatures went to sleep, a fresh multitude of beasts were just waking up. Great cries echoed over the land as various beasts rose from the slumber and signalled it to the world. The last bits of darkness bitterly clung to the very edge of the horizon before being driven away by the daylight entirely. And as more creatures awoke from their nightly slumber, so did Bujuoqora.
Bujuoqora rose himself up from the tiny crater he considered to be one of his dens, its floor being covered by a mass of trees he had broke and beaten down into a soft bedding. Rising up, the hulking hyena began to head for the shore to start his daily routine. This would first require some kind of a bath and a morning swim.
In olden days, the Africans in the region would have run for the hills and caves as they would see Bujuoqora making his way for the Tanzanian Coast. Nowadays, his reception was much more positive. Young children - who were always fascinated by their guardian - chased after him as he made his morning stroll to the Indian's waters. There, they would stand on the shore and giggle as they watched Bujuoqora take his morning bath.
This morning was no different and as Bujuoqora casually glanced over his shoulder, he could see a dozen or so tiny figures which he knew to be children chasing after him. His keen ears could make out their giggles and cries for him to "slow down" even though he didn't know what the words meant.
Glancing out to the sun rising high in the sky, Bujuoqora slipped into the waters of the Indian Ocean; dunking his head beneath the waves before raising it up and shaking it back and forth to shake out the water. The water was shallow here, just up to about his knees as he trotted about and rolled around in the water before rising back up and beginning to stroll down the coastline.
Not too far ahead, a spout of water rose into the water as a pod of whales surfaced. Already able to taste their salty, sweet flesh, Bujuoqora leapt into the air and pounced down upon the pod. One whale was unfortunate enough to get pinned by one of his paws while another was caught up in his mighty jaws. With a simple push of those bone splitting jaws, Bujuoqora cleaved the whale clean in two before gulping him down. His comrade pinned underneath Bujuoqora's paw met a similar fate before the hyena made his way back to shore.
Once on land, the Bujuoqora began a lazy stroll down the beach, yawning every now and then. It was still early in the morning and the hulking hyena was not yet totally awake. A stroll would do just the trick to take the last bits of Sandman's sand out of his eyes.
Ragged hands of darkness still desperately clung to the night sky as shimmering arrows of red sunlight pierced the black hide of Somnus' sky. Night gradually sunk into day as a thin strip of red on the horizon grew steadily bigger, the mighty sun rising into the sky to begin a new day. Inside the Tanzian wilderness, those last denizens of darkness - the nocturnal beasts of the land - made one last glimpse at the bright sun before scurrying away to their daylight dens. There, they would curl themselves away from the light and sleep until darkness rose again the following night.
However as the nocturnal creatures went to sleep, a fresh multitude of beasts were just waking up. Great cries echoed over the land as various beasts rose from the slumber and signalled it to the world. The last bits of darkness bitterly clung to the very edge of the horizon before being driven away by the daylight entirely. And as more creatures awoke from their nightly slumber, so did Bujuoqora.
Bujuoqora rose himself up from the tiny crater he considered to be one of his dens, its floor being covered by a mass of trees he had broke and beaten down into a soft bedding. Rising up, the hulking hyena began to head for the shore to start his daily routine. This would first require some kind of a bath and a morning swim.
In olden days, the Africans in the region would have run for the hills and caves as they would see Bujuoqora making his way for the Tanzanian Coast. Nowadays, his reception was much more positive. Young children - who were always fascinated by their guardian - chased after him as he made his morning stroll to the Indian's waters. There, they would stand on the shore and giggle as they watched Bujuoqora take his morning bath.
This morning was no different and as Bujuoqora casually glanced over his shoulder, he could see a dozen or so tiny figures which he knew to be children chasing after him. His keen ears could make out their giggles and cries for him to "slow down" even though he didn't know what the words meant.
Glancing out to the sun rising high in the sky, Bujuoqora slipped into the waters of the Indian Ocean; dunking his head beneath the waves before raising it up and shaking it back and forth to shake out the water. The water was shallow here, just up to about his knees as he trotted about and rolled around in the water before rising back up and beginning to stroll down the coastline.
Not too far ahead, a spout of water rose into the water as a pod of whales surfaced. Already able to taste their salty, sweet flesh, Bujuoqora leapt into the air and pounced down upon the pod. One whale was unfortunate enough to get pinned by one of his paws while another was caught up in his mighty jaws. With a simple push of those bone splitting jaws, Bujuoqora cleaved the whale clean in two before gulping him down. His comrade pinned underneath Bujuoqora's paw met a similar fate before the hyena made his way back to shore.
Once on land, the Bujuoqora began a lazy stroll down the beach, yawning every now and then. It was still early in the morning and the hulking hyena was not yet totally awake. A stroll would do just the trick to take the last bits of Sandman's sand out of his eyes.