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[Shorts] Coconuts

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The beach was silent and empty that night.

Not even the whisper of a wave intruded on his senses. The wind reached out to caress him, but he ignored her siren song. Today he would not dance. Today he could not.

Still he heard the ring of her bells. On her feet. The way she stomped, he heard rather than saw the sinuous movement of her body. She tempted him, but she always had.

And always he had resisted. For as long as the winds blew, he would resist her siren call. Sometimes he danced with her, but never did he lie with her.

No matter how much she wanted to.

Today though, he could not answer her siren call. Today, something else was more important. Today, was something he had waited for.

Today, the tide would return.

All around him, he heard the wind whisper and dance. Heard her stomping her feet, shaking her hips, rolling her head. Her jewellry was loud, as were her movements. But louder still was his desire for the tide to return. So he kept his eyes closed.

The dust got into his nose, and he sneezed. He rubbed his nose, and it was then that he caught the moisture in the air. The very texture of the air had changed.

Before he could return to his contemplation, something was thrown at him. It hit him square in the face. His eyes flew open and he got to his feet. He was furious.

She stood far away from him, coconuts laid out in front of her in curious stacks. Not just any coconuts, but brown ones, those that were old. She waved at him, and then with the roar of water, turned and disappeared.

He never did see the waves that claimed him. They drowned him in an instant. No one else was around to hear the story of the dancing wind and the stubborn ascetic.

Not when the land is barren and the seas have gone.

[Shorts]

It was going to be one of those days, Illyra decided as she woke up to the sound of pouring rain and thundering skies, that would be better spent in the library than in studies.

“Illyra?” the door to her room opened.

Illyra shut her eyes closed tight; a few more hours in the soft coverlet sounded better than the cold floors. The door closed quietly, and then Illyra felt the covers being lifted. A small, warm body curled up behind her. Illyra sighed, turning over.

“I’m scared,” her sister looked up at her.

“Hush, little baby,” Illyra kissed her baby sister’s forehead and held her close. “It’s only the rain and thunder,” they both fell asleep again.

Story: The Fox’s Wedding

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Dance dance dance dance dance
The foxes dance along the path
Sing sing sing as the rains fall
Dance among the scattered sunlight

Ah ah ah!
The foxes dance and jump
Ah ah ah
There’s a racket up ahead!

Who who who
Is it that disturbs the foxes dance?
See see see!
The humans coming up the torii path

Noisy noisy noisy!
These humans are noisy
But but but!
See who it is they carry

Watch from the leaves
See how they march
In line, in step,
Ah, what a harsh rhythm!

Wait what is that I smell
Oh what a delicious smell
Ah my desire is rising
Where is that smell coming from?

Oh oh oh!
There it comes
In that box the humans carry
The sweet, desirous smell emanates from there.

Ah how delicious, how tempting that smell is
Must must I have it
Humans humans stand not in my way
Ah ah I want to bite into that sweet smell

Nip nip nip!
A bite here, quick as light!
Kill kill kill
All these humans in my way!

A cry, a whine, a scream
What is in this box the humans have dropped
I growl and snarl at the human before the box
Then he too, dies.

The smell ah how tempting
It comes from inside the box
I sniff sniff the fragrance
Ah, is it a human woman?

Soon the tears stop
“Who is there?” You ask
No one answers, but I
Stand beside the box.

Oh, so it’s a curtain door!
And a delicate female hand appears
Ah, I can smell it so clearly now.
What a delicious, innocent, fragrant scent!

I clean myself
Wipe my lips, and my paws
From the blood of the human males
As the maiden steps out.

“No!” a fervent shout
The maiden rushes to the human I’ve bitten
She cries over his corpse
Ah, intoxicating, this maiden is.

Yip yip yip
Will you not look at my poor, sad state
She turns and sees me, “You poor thing!”

I bow before her
Long black hair, white skin, such a scent
So innocent, so young, so tempting
Ah, this is what a human bloom is like!

She comes towards me, and opens her arms
I jump up and she catches me
Against her chest, I lie, my ears against her breasts
Her heart beats fast, but her voice is steady.

“Knowst thou who thus did this?”
She speaks like those in the stone walls and perfumed halls does
I yip no in response, she shakes her head sorrowfully
“They will pay for this.”

A branch breaks
She turns in fear
I see my companion
But then she runs.

Up up up the stairs we go.
She carries me so easily
I do not struggle
She is out of breath when we reach the top

“Help help help!
My guards are slain
I fear more attacks
Help help help!”

She pleads at the top of the stairs
Here, there are more humans
Some with umbrellas
Some smelling wet

“Princess, come come, put that animal down
We have prepared a place for thee and thy groom
Come come come with us
This auspicious day must not go to waste.”

“How can thoust expect me to marry
When my guards have been slain!
There is a murderer here
Find him or I’ll not wed!”

She holds me close
Ah, that I might drown
Such a delicious scent
I can only wonder how her skin tastes.

They usher us in
I can see the hairless male look at me
We go to a large, bright room
Where there are more women

“Princess, princess, come ready you must be
Tis today an auspicious day
The Priests have arranged everything
And such a thing cannot interrupt!”

She puts me down
I find a spot to watch her
They fuss around her, removing her clothes, then putting it on again
Her skin’s as white as snow

“Princess, close your eyes,”
And then they make her whiter still
Her long hair they unbind, then bind again
Many women attend to her.

A covered face, and then red lips
The women are satisfied
The maiden looks up with wide eyes
Then exclaims at her own reflection

“No delay no delay! Go we must!”
She does not get up
“Leave me, but for a moment
I needs must prepare my mind.”

They close the door behind
And she turns to me.
“I see you for what you are
You have killed my honour guard.”

I yip in protest, but she ignores me.
“This wedding I do not want
This life I cannot have
Kill me.”

Her words are determined, resolute
She opens her robe, to show her delicate white skin
Then holds out her hand
“Come.”

I go to her.
Then I lick her hand
She is delicious, incredibly so.
Even with that white powder,
She is intoxicating.

I step to her chest
And then lick her chest
A taste of sweat, and ah, what heaven!
I awaken.