I am a Silkeon, a red furred and green eyed warrior, small but fierce. I live on a far-away world called Bama.
The seasons change based on the alignment of the moons and suns. Generally, there is a progression from cold to warm to cold to hot, and that repeats. Cold time is Winter, Hot time is Summer, Warm is Spring, and the transition to Cold is called Fall.
During the Fall, many trees, especially the kubits, go into a resting stage; their leaves change color from the normal green and purple to red, yellow, orange, and blue. Since silkeons have fur that matches many of these, and claws with which to climb, we spend much of the fall hiding camouflaged among the leaves, ready to pounce on our prey.
Silkeons never go hungry, as we invented hunting; one egdirf can feed me for many sun cycles. Sometimes I even eat dri vethru, just for variety. I use most of my hunting skills tracking Egroegs and Poon Tangs in the endless sequence of reproduction. I take seed from the Egroegs, enliven it, and put it in Tangs.
I climbed high in a very colorful tree and sat down to hunt by stealth. Soon I smelled a Poon Tang drawing close; and easy feat, as they smell strongly -- and I do not mean that they have big noses -- actually they do have big noses, but not much ability to smell, but plenty of ability to stink.
This tang was well know to me, she was one who lived in my range on the mountain, and I had snowballed her many times. She always managed to avoid pregnancy, however, and I seriously wanted a few dozen dungee puppies to play with. When she got close enough, I fell upon her, impaling her feeding mounds with my long thin and very sharp claws.
The Poon-Tang responded with extreme fear, she was stupid enough that no matter how often I caught her, she always forgot.
"Silky, what the fuck are you doing in my closet?" She screamed.
I responded to these nonsense noises with the Silkeon howl, know to paralyze animals and empty their bladders as the icy awareness of impending death reached their primitive brains, "Silkeon!"
"Oh Gesú bambino, are you pretending to be a Silkeon again? How old are you?" She puffed out her lower lip, a dangerous sign.
Once again I roared, "Silkeon!"
"Look, I'm not five anymore. Maybe you should go hang out at the kindergarten to get up with your peers." Now she had scrunched up her eyes, a prelude to explosion.
"That hurts! I'm just bored!"
"Yeah, well you always are. I want you out of my closet, and not jumping on me to 'snowball' me." Now her cheeks were turning red, and in poon tangs this means a full attack.
"You like it, you know you do."
"Not when I've got actual reading assignments. Look, you have fallen from grace with me. Just go somewhere else." She threw her arm, and my heart, down the hall. (That is a metaphor, she didn't really throw.... Oh, anyway.....)
I wrapped my arms around her and drew her close. "Pu lease let me chase you, poon tang!"
"Get out of my Goddamn closet!" Clearly enraged; even rats and tangs can be dangerous if enraged.
