They roared in triumph. A victorious howl chained together by the beating of fists against the trees they resided on. A mantra to serve as their token of appreciation—the entirety of their pride thrust upon him in the wake of their greatest victory. A symphony all for his benefit. Alleged triumph remained skewed along the matted floor, overgrowth bloodied from where the beast’s body lied. Broken—shattered. The only proper words to describe it as he gazed down upon sabor. An unnatural predator, one that had survived for years on end, always stalking their troop for some unknowable reason. Greater game, perhaps. Even so, it was foolish for a leopard to challenge the might of the gorillas.
Though none had expected her to fall to the strength of the outcast.
It was almost bittersweet.
But this moment—this victory would not be soured by his own doubts, nor the mind of an isolated individual. Instead, he reveled the winnings; being safety and the family’s approval.
A voice crackling into the air, deepened timbre raised into a call bred from the blessings of the wild. It is a shout, a signature that had not been heard for a decade. He was always quiet, far too meek to relay himself as anything more than a mere child. A boy grown in the company of those mightier than him, looking upon him as if he were poison to their collective. But in this moment—he was of their kind. The triumphant bellow ranged across the vast emerald, travelling to every beast that would heed his mark.
Ah, but his home beheld an aptitude for distracting him. Even from something so precious as this. Her body was cast in front of him. The one he ached to prove his worth for. The one who would deem him fit for this family once and for all—
And his home-land applied a severance to this possibility. Again.
A resonance unlike any other, himself believing that the blasted sky had shattered for the brief moment. Inexplicable it was, for the only words conjured to describe it was wretched and powerful. A boom of sorts, yet not so precise as such. It sourced from the mountains miles away, all heads directed in where it came from. That was all it took to invoke Kerchek’s orders, urging the rest of his pack to move on. Alas, one so curious as Tarzan could not help but stray from the orders of one so fearful. Especially due to another rumor spread from several of the animals on the way to alleged disturbance.
‘Creatures. They stride on their hind legs!’
And he was off, already swinging towards where these accursed oddities could be. More importantly, of where the foreigners were striding to.
“----Daddy... Did you hear that?”
Heeled footsteps halted in their tracks at the sound of distant howling, the sound very much similar to the kind they assumed was that of an ape’s. However it seemed off to the brunette explorer, it was as if it were almost... huma-- “It sounded like a gorilla! Oh we must be close, isn’t this exciting Jane!?” Her thoughts interrupted by her optimistic father, yet her mind was not at ease. Already the older gentleman pranced off in safety behind their guide, who chattered on about something or other, his deep voice fading from her. A curious gaze lingers on the canopy above, the pit of her stomach lightly churning with suspicion that something was lurking around. Something that didn’t quite feel like an animal.
A chortle left from thin, bright maroon tinted lips to dismiss that ridiculous feeling. She was being silly after all. This was supposed to be an exciting expedition to study misconceived creatures, one that was only experienced once in a lifetime. As much as she wanted to cherish every moment here in Africa, she was thrilled to return home with her father and share the stories she would have. Nimble fingers hidden beneath fine, white, imported cotton gloves opened her notebook for just a moment as the ear shattering boom of a gun fired in the not so far distance. Her heart pounded fiercely in an instant, her distracted eyes shooting up from her book to notice that she was alone. Perhaps in England she could fend for herself, but if she were in any real danger, there was no possible way she would survive here.
Her book snapped close and returned to it’s place in her right hand, accompanied with her yellow parasol. Booted feet marched forward, her head held high to help her maintain an air of dominance and sophistication. I was futile to do so, but it helped her believe that she was capable and that she wasn’t lost. Oh goodness, if she were lost -- well at least she knew the way back to camp. Jane came to the quick conclusion that if they were in any real danger, they would call her name. Just aas she came to this conclusion, sh noticed footsteps and slayed bamboo, which could only mean that it was her father’s and Clayton’s doing. It also meant it was a path that would lead her back to them.
Another shot was fired, as she ventured through the thick bamboo, but instead of fright she now felt something close to frustration. If Clayton continued to fire, he was sure to scare off the gorillas they were searching for. Their voices were close, which made the female’s pace hasten, her own calling out. “Daddy? Agh -- Daddy, what’s all the hullabaloo about?”
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