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We were back in the game. Emboldened by the urging of our friend, Ketring, who saw lots of them just a couple of days ago, I, Kainis Poreber, and my lifetime partner, Osintiang Lupa, were back at the Table Lands. Determined to hunt down the Thrash with the Highbrow, we went to the place of the fallen trees but it was very quiet. We decided to scour the area below for some possible Peeta sightings. Along the way we met three of our friends, Eyering, Broom, and Catch. They were also looking for the Peeta with a Hoodie. They have their own mission and we have ours so we parted ways.
It wasn't long when we caught a glimpse of a pair of Green Stone Dubs. The male was very flighty so it was only the female that I was able to shoot.
The Assy Thrash was also near the entrance to the trail.
When the time that Ketring saw the Thrashes with the Highbrow two days ago came, we returned to the place of the fallen trees. However a pair of brightly clad humans were sitting on the log and unintentionally blocked the narrow trail. It was then that the mixed flock of Fried Pan Tails, Gerry Wents, and White-eyed Lowland dwellers came. The Thrashes with the Highbrows that was supposed to join them were missing though.
When the mixed flock had gone, we went to the fruiting palm trees hoping that the Thrashes would feast there as had been their habit before. A long time passed and no Highbrow came.
With heavy hearts Osintiang Lupa and I, Kainis Poreber, left the Table Lands. As we walked out we could almost hear the mocking laughter of the Thrash with the Highbrow who managed to avoid being seen by us in the four different times that we tried and yet showed themselves to those who were not even looking for them.
That mocking laughter will haunt us forever. And the anger remains.
To those who haven't read them yet:
Part One - Anger Games
Part Two - Catching Ire
Disclaimer:
The characters and creatures portrayed in this story are all fictional. Any similarities with an actual person or animal, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
Or not.
In our previous episode, the three of us - I, Kainis Poreber, my life partner, Osintiang Lupa, and our friend, Bong Tarat-Tarat were angered by the apparent indifference of people who sauntered loudly by as we were stalking our prey- the Assy Thrash.
One-and-a-half years later, our trio were back to the same place for basically the same reason - to look for Thrashes. Bong for the one with the Scales and me and my partner for the one with the Highbrow. This time we were joined by three more hunters: Teban Would, Chin Chirin Chin and Bids 'n' Pisses. All wanting to get the Thrashes.
Many hours passed and not a single Thrash showed up - not the Assy, not the one with Scales nor the Highbrowed one. With one exception. Bids, the newest in the group wandered around the forest while the rest of us waited near the fruiting palm tree. As Bids was roaming he stopped for a while to answer the call of nature. That's when he saw the now flighty Mang Groblu catcher of flies. As he was shooting it, he heard a call. Following the sound he noticed a brown bird fly to a nearby tree. Later on when he asked me what it was I was incredulous! It was the Thrash with the Highbrow! Bids saw it without even looking for it while Osintiang Lupa and I, Kainis Poreber, had been searching for it the whole week!
That got my ire. Not at Bids but at our misfortune. Nevermind that we all got good looks at the friendly Guy Abero, it was my frustration along with that of my partner that caught us seething in disgust.
Which was further aggravated when throngs of loud, noisy people went traipsing the trails where we were waiting for the Thrashes and therefore cutting short our stake out.
Catching the ire caused by such inconsiderate acts we all walked out the forest with anger in our hearts.
Disclaimer:
The characters and creatures portrayed in this story are all fictional. Any similarities with an actual person or animal, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
Or not.
