The sound of crushing waves preceeds the sight of them. "Maddness" Tame thinks as he watches the waves crash against the rocky shorline with a smile on his face. The sea's unpredictable undulations becons Tame to come closer. He stands up brushing sand off of his legs.
"It is not like this at all." Tame stamps his feet on the hard stone then sticks one of his hoofs into the freezing water. He notices his legs are covered in fur and that his hooved feet are hard like the stones. "These are like this, but these are like this." He stomps his hardened hooves against the stone and splashes his hands into the water.
Clink, clink. The sound draws Tames attention immediatly to the source only a few yards down the beach. Tame wiggles a bit loosening up then hops down the beach eager to see what is making the strange noise.
It is quite appearant what is making the sound. It is a Katana. A Japanese sword folded thousands of times. Some master had spent countless hours shaping the and molding the untaimed steel into an instrument of death.
This makes absolutely no difference to Tame. He just knows that it is shiny and it makes a neet noise. He grabs for the blade just as a large wave threatens to wash it away. He gets soked by the freezing water, but saves the blade. He sniffs it. It had been recently oiled and the oil and steel smell arrouses something deep in his stomach. He had not felt anything like this yet. His stomach grumbles and without even realizing what he is doing he bites down on the blade.
His teeth are not nearly sharp enough to even dent the hardened steel of the sword, but the sword is plenty sharp enough to cut his mouth. The taste of the blood is not unpleasant to him, and he might have drained himself dry of it had it not been so hard to get to. Not to mention painful. Suddenly his nose begins to twitch. He smells something that smells like the red stuff in his mouth only the smell is coming from somewhere behind him.
Like the sea, and like the sword the smell is new and it becons him. He follows instinctively chasing the smell, seamingly being lead by some palpable and irresistable force.
When tame mounts the peak of a high foothill he sees something he did not expect. Even though he had not expected to see anything really something inside of him seemed to churn and he could tell that this was not a good place to be.
Hundreds upon hundreds of dead men lay upon a field of battle. Flags flapping with undulations like the sea over their lifeless corpses. Large puddles of blood also shared some of the sea's characteristics and for a second Tame was sad.
Then he was happy he had never been sad before. Then he was sad again. His emotions swayed like the sea back and forth from happy to sad as he discovered new things and then quantified them. Discovering something new seemed like what he was looking for and then when he figured out what it was he realized it wasn't even close.
Tame had learned enough about the battlefield the weapons and armor to pick up the ones that were the best. He had also learned enough that he had better run away Before the second battle begins. Tame can hear the clink clank of armored men rushing in from both sides. He struggles for a moment taking a pair of Hakama pants off a dead samurai.
"If they kill each other just because they carry diffetent color flags..." Tame shutters and bleets. He looks at the dead man wondering if it was he who made the sound. He shutters again as he looks at how horribly the man had been injured and again he bleets.
Tame smiles at this realizing he had made the noise, but not sure yet how he had done it. He tries to copy the sound, but it sounds different each time this pleases him, but then he remembers that the soldiers are coming.
He sees the first flag comming up over the hill and he slips into some loose fitting, but well made armor. He picks up a spear and ties the sword he found at the beach around his waiste. Tame had planned to put the helmet on his head and the pants on his legs, but he had spent too much time bleeting and now the soldiers were almost close enough to make him out.
So instead of putting on the helmet and pants he stuffs the pants in his mouth and carries the helmet in his free hand and makes for the tree line bleeting at the top of his lungs. When the soldiers finally make it to the battlefield they see something strange a half man half goat running off the battlefield. The men stare in disbelief for a long moment, but neither side stops their advance.
As the two sides meet they are awakened from their amazment at the goat man but only slightly. They all begin to laugh uncrontrolably. "Did you see that men from each side ask the other." The laughter slowly dies away and is replaced by sheer aprehention, fear, and confusion.
With the two sides in striking distance of each other, but with no orders being given the men freeze. Finally two Samurai one dressed all in blue the other all in red ride out and meet each other they tallk for a long moment trying to decide how to proceed.
Just as they seem to get it it all figured out the earth begins to shake. The duration of it and the violence of the earth quake cannot prepare the men for what happens next. Absolutely nothing. Complete and total silence. Then from directly between the two captains a single white flower no more than a few inches tall bursts out of the ground with tremendous force. However, the thing is so small it goes all but unoticed.
The captains begin to laugh and the laughter quickly reignites the spark left from the Satyr sighting back into a roaring flame.
Then without any further warning the laughter is turned to screams as towering thorn covered vines are born violently from the earth tossing asside dirt, boulders, man, and horse as if they were but grains of sand.
Many of the men are impailed on the three foot long thorns as the vines initially burst uupward. . This is not the worst of it. Once the Vines make their twenty foot climb upward they crash down to the earth impaling man and horse that are too shocked to get out of the way, but the chaos is far from over.
A giant dust cloud now covers the field obscuring the danger from sight and the danger has only increased. Now the over sized briars sweep vilently left and right trying to catch any foreign object. Once the vines feel they have sufficiently cleared the area, they stop, shiver a little then turn brown and explode with the razor sharp thorn eminating from the blast like sharpinal from a grenade.
The battlefield that had once been covered with men looks peaceful now. A large empty field covered with crimson flowers. On the perimiter Large mounds of dirt with mangled corpses of man and beast protruding serves as a warning to any who might dare to tread there.
Tame had not seen the violence unfold, but had heard the screams. So terrible they were and so knew that Tame had sat by the road on the otherside of the hill, his emotions undulating for the remainder of the day. Finally he descided he did not like hearing screams like that at all and he put on his pants.
Then tame decided to put on the helmet. first sideways then backwards before finally getting it right. He liked the weight of it pressing down on his head and until he found himself face first in the dirt. He descided it was too heavy tried to take a bite of it then threw it down by the road and started walking.
By the time the sunrose on the next day he descided he didn't like roads very much at all. They were too much alike. Each step felt quite similar to the last each sound was slightly different, but by the time day had broken he was sure that he had heard every possible sound that a road could make.
Then perhaps by coinsidence or design just as Tame had descided to leave the road he heard something new. It was the sound of a wagon rolling along the road and headed straight for him.
Tame stood there watching with excitement as the wagon rolled up and down hills its speed increasing with every yell of "Hya" or "Get up." by the driver which alternated with every crack of the whip.
The team of horses was driven by none other than a man named...
