We turned to each other . One brimming with grief ,the other with pleading . Oh yes !My eyes were filled with pleading. How could I not . My plea was met with cold hold of a M24 and a backside. That was my cue to hoppel on like a lost puppy. Night visited and went for 3 moons. On our fourth trek we were too famished to keep up the act of bravery. We both collapsed to the undergrowth and dozed off.
I woke up in a fit of agonising pain. Something was tugging at my right hand . As consciousness was reeled in back to my body I realised I was being devowered by a tiger ! Its face filled my face . It was was not bothered at all by my consciousness. It snarled on and nibbled . A few seconds too late I found my voice and screamed my lungs out. That's even he was startled out of his slumber. He took hold of the nearest branch he could suss out of the undergrowth. Only to produce a twig but our of the fighting spirit shoved it in the tiger's mouth to try and open it's jaw - wide enough for me to escape. The tiger crushed that twig into the dust it was destined to be. He produced a swollen branch that he fought for with the trunk. That did the trick and I was free ,but only for a second. We still had to get enough space between it and us before we could be assured safety.
The tiger baffled by 'his' interruption charged towards him.It brandished it's claws right before pinning him down onto the ground. He tried to fight back but the tiger proved to be more brawn than him. His only defence was his forearms.
While I was there guiltily witnessing nature's exquisite play ,of man verses nature . To see her symphony at work. To see her laugh at her creations own ignorance regarding one another. Each setting their shell before the other; into the arena. Ready to leave their shell on it . Ready to set their soul into the ultimate dimension. One concluding the other is as inferior as dust. Little did they know none is of poor quality. None is inferior to the other,because they all come from the same hands.The only one who ever wins is the maestro, herself.
She finally granted me permission to intervene ,with gifting me a light bulb. I finally peeled my eyes from the fight;more like the struggle ,to take hold of the M249 that was resting. I took aim and off it went. It was than accompanied by another just for safe measure. It's power began to seize. It's grip weakened. It's muscular frame was substituted by the gentleness of its fur. It's lethal fangs also began to withdraw into its enclosure. Each paw began to retrace it's prior charging steps with precise caution. When it was fully off 'him' it took a glance at me with it's accusing eyes. With its decorated pride it attempted to retreat to where it came from. It collapsed behind a tree that was just one metre away from us.We adjourned the event with a glance at each other.