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Keth, the young jackal suddenly shouldering a burden he did not expect, accompanies his tribe into the desert to challenge their rival tribe and its champion, Aram.
Today’s story is Part 2 of “Water” by Utunu (@WildDogUtunu), a painted wolf who creates games for a living but enjoys worldbuilding and writing in his spare time. His published work has appeared in Heat, and soon FANG.
Read for you by Khaki, your faithful fireside companion.
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You’re listening to The Voice of Dog.
Speaker:I’m Khaki, your faithful fireside companion,
Speaker:and Today’s story
Speaker:is the 2nd and final part of “Water”
Speaker:by Utunu (@WildDogUtunu), a painted wolf who creates games for a living
Speaker:but enjoys worldbuilding and writing in his spare time.
Speaker:His published work has appeared in Heat,
Speaker:and soon FANG. Please enjoy:
Speaker:“Water” by Utunu (Part 2 of 2)
Speaker:The hours sped by,
Speaker:and the journey was over before Keth realized.
Speaker:His thoughts had been his own the entire time,
Speaker:and the suddenness of their arrival had taken him by surprise.
Speaker:Now it was afternoon,
Speaker:and the whirl of events had brought him here,
Speaker:to this gathering place of ritual and ceremony.
Speaker:What am I doing here?
Speaker:He stood, his paws firm upon the red rock as
Speaker:swirls of sand wove around and between his legs.
Speaker:Small zephyrs formed from the ever-shifting desert winds created whorls that skittered across the flat tablet of stone.
Speaker:The rock was far from featureless.
Speaker:The ebb and flow of the tides of harsh sands
Speaker:had left their mark,
Speaker:the centuries of erosion having decorated its surface with pits,
Speaker:grooves, and shallow bowls
Speaker:rubbed smooth by the whims of the winds.
Speaker:The scarred rock face
Speaker:crested up from the desert
Speaker:as if it were some titanic beast of stone,
Speaker:buried so deep that its sloped back barely broke through the sands.
Speaker:The sun crept lower in the sky.
Speaker:Are you watching, Ur?
Speaker:Keth shifted his weight from one paw to the other,
Speaker:struggling to summon calm
Speaker:as Meket had taught him,
Speaker:trying to retain the focus that had kept him silent on their trip over the desert.
Speaker:I should have been speaking to them.
Speaker:Across the stone,
Speaker:perhaps twenty strides away,
Speaker:awaited his enemy.
Speaker:Keth lifted his head briefly
Speaker:and watched as Aram strode back and forth,
Speaker:beating his chest
Speaker:as he exhorted his many followers sprawled behind him on the sand.
Speaker:Their cheers and jeers
Speaker:drowned out those from Keth’s own tribe,
Speaker:seated in a small crescent at his back
Speaker:near the edge of the stone.
Speaker:They are so many…
Speaker:and we are so few.
Speaker:A sudden gust of hot wind and sand brought tears to Keth’s eyes,
Speaker:and he turned his head to the side, catching a brief blurred glance of the remnants of his tribe.
Speaker:They sat waiting,
Speaker:faces turned towards him with calls of support and trust,
Speaker:but Keth could hear the desperation,
Speaker:the wavering, the slight tremolo of uncertainty.
Speaker:Atoth tried to talk to me as we walked.
Speaker:I don’t even remember what he said.
Speaker:More tears pricked his eyes,
Speaker:and he turned back towards Aram’s mocking display.
Speaker:His opponent’s scorn added a bitter taste to the hurt in Keth’s heart,
Speaker:and a flare of anger curled his lip
Speaker:as a snarl shaped his muzzle.
Speaker:He does this to bait you.
Speaker:Stay calm. Keth relaxed his clenched fists
Speaker:and took stock of his opponent.
Speaker:Aram was Bweha like himself,
Speaker:his jackal face strong and confident,
Speaker:his body muscled and solid.
Speaker:Ur has blessed him.
Speaker:The grays and beiges of his fur were marred only by a long scar across his chest,
Speaker:a memento of a storied fight from years past.
Speaker:The setting sun glinted fiery orange off the conchoids of blade-sharp obsidian piercing his nipples,
Speaker:and at his ear hung a band of heavy gold.
Speaker:He wore a loincloth of decorated leather,
Speaker:its color the dark red-brown of dried blood,
Speaker:and in his right paw he held his kukri,
Speaker:its vicious arc exactly as Keth had pictured it
Speaker:the night before.
Speaker:Would that Ur had blessed me too.
Speaker:Aram’s form brought Ur’s perfection to mind.
Speaker:While I, I am just a distorted copy -
Speaker:like still water disturbed by desert winds.
Speaker:When you shaped me, Ur,
Speaker:with your celestial kukri, why did you make such crude cuts?
Speaker:Keth glanced down at himself,
Speaker:painfully cognizant of his simple loincloth of dark brown hide.
Speaker:No adornments decorated him;
Speaker:he had no trophies to show.
Speaker:Across the rock, Aram strutted with his tail held high.
Speaker:His muzzle was parted slightly,
Speaker:fangs white and sharp,
Speaker:and his ears were perked forward as he locked his eyes on Keth,
Speaker:not breaking the stare as he paced back and forth.
Speaker:The sharp tang of his scent,
Speaker:a mixture of confidence,
Speaker:excitement, and arrogance,
Speaker:drifted with the winds to Keth’s waiting muzzle.
Speaker:It is just posturing.
Speaker:Ignore it. Yet fear pricked at Keth’s mind
Speaker:and his muzzle dipped,
Speaker:a small surrender against his will.
Speaker:And that was enough.
Speaker:The calm he had fought so hard to retain dissipated,
Speaker:picked up like so much sand
Speaker:and scattered. With its absence,
Speaker:panic and submissiveness flooded in to fill the void,
Speaker:and Keth hated himself for it.
Speaker:Aram would sense it now.
Speaker:Gripping his kukri,
Speaker:clenching his paw tightly around its hilt,
Speaker:he forced himself to tilt his muzzle back up.
Speaker:Aram’s dark eyes met his own
Speaker:and held them, his brutal-edged blade in his paw.
Speaker:Oh, Meket. A smile curved Aram’s lips,
Speaker:and as his jaws opened to speak,
Speaker:Keth hurled his own words out into the winds.
Speaker:“I, Keth, challenge you,
Speaker:Aram. Beneath Ur’s watchful Eye,
Speaker:I challenge you. And let Ur judge us both.”
Speaker:Is that citrus I taste?
Speaker:Ur, are you there?
Speaker:Aram’s jaws snapped shut with an audible clack,
Speaker:and his eyes narrowed.
Speaker:Keth was vaguely aware of the excited voices of those gathered,
Speaker:talking amongst themselves
Speaker:of the break against tradition,
Speaker:but all his focus remained locked upon Aram’s eyes.
Speaker:Fury smoldered there;
Speaker:by denying him the ritual’s first words and challenging him outright
Speaker:Keth had given clear insult,
Speaker:and he watched calmly as Aram struggled to tamp down his anger.
Speaker:“I, Aram, accept your challenge, Keth.
Speaker:Beneath Ur’s watchful Eye, I accept.
Speaker:And let Ur judge us both,”
Speaker:Aram spat, teeth gritted.
Speaker:“How shall you back your challenge?”
Speaker:“Water shall b—” “I refuse,”
Speaker:interrupted Aram,
Speaker:the ritual words now all but disregarded.
Speaker:“Blade.” It was expected,
Speaker:though he had hoped differently.
Speaker:A frisson of fear made Keth shudder,
Speaker:the gnawing in his gut
Speaker:tempered by the thrill at the barbs he had planted in Aram’s confident calm.
Speaker:He knew it would be over soon –
Speaker:he was no match for Aram’s skill with the kukri –
Speaker:the only control he had now was to die well,
Speaker:so that his tribe would be subsumed within Aram’s own with honor,
Speaker:rather than subjugated or slain.
Speaker:He sent a final glance back at his friends and tribesmates,
Speaker:then started forward to meet his enemy.
Speaker:Aram wasted no time.
Speaker:He swung hard and high,
Speaker:sunlight glittering off the metal,
Speaker:and it was all Keth could do to bring his own kukri up to block.
Speaker:Again he struck, and pain shot up Keth’s arm at the jarring impact against his blade.
Speaker:Keth was forced to give ground quickly.
Speaker:He stumbled slightly,
Speaker:the uneven surface making footing dangerous,
Speaker:and barely dodged the bigger jackal’s next attack.
Speaker:Another parry, a desperate scramble,
Speaker:and Keth’s back paw slid off the edge of the stone,
Speaker:deep into the sand.
Speaker:Lunging sideways and scrabbling for purchase on the sand-slick rock,
Speaker:he managed to right himself,
Speaker:the jeers of Aram’s tribe ringing in his ears.
Speaker:Glancing up at Aram,
Speaker:Keth felt the flush of heat
Speaker:as shame washed over him.
Speaker:Just die well. Do that for them.
Speaker:And Meket. Aram continued to advance,
Speaker:his confidence palpable,
Speaker:and flicked a bored gaze over his slighter opponent.
Speaker:His assuredness, his disdain, his dismissiveness –
Speaker:they took the heat of Keth’s embarrassment and condensed it,
Speaker:tightened it into a colder fury.
Speaker:Detachedly, Keth felt himself snarl,
Speaker:and then he leapt toward Aram, slashing out blindly.
Speaker:He felt something bite his shoulder,
Speaker:tearing, ripping out fur and flesh, and the blow knocked him sprawling to the side,
Speaker:his grip still tight around his kukri
Speaker:as his knuckles scraped along the stone.
Speaker:Prone and stunned, Keth stared dazedly at the deep gash in his shoulder where Aram’s weapon had left a vicious cut.
Speaker:Blood welled forth,
Speaker:vibrant crimson against the muted red of the stone,
Speaker:and Keth pushed himself across the uneven surface,
Speaker:claws scratching and sliding with the effort.
Speaker:He glanced back, panicked,
Speaker:certain that Aram would be upon him shortly.
Speaker:Aram had not moved.
Speaker:A glint distracted Keth;
Speaker:next to his foe’s left paw,
Speaker:a shard of obsidian reflected the orange of the setting sun.
Speaker:Ur? His mind, fuzzy with pain, suddenly cleared
Speaker:as realization dawned,
Speaker:and he lifted his head up,
Speaker:following the trickle of blood
Speaker:up Aram’s belly to his chest.
Speaker:The tip of Keth’s kukri
Speaker:had sliced away one of Aram’s piercings,
Speaker:and it was as if a churning darkness hovered
Speaker:just beneath the surface of Aram’s face,
Speaker:his muzzle twisted in rage.
Speaker:Meeting his gaze,
Speaker:Keth smirked, his tongue lolling in a panting grin.
Speaker:Marked you. Go ahead, kill me now.
Speaker:My tribe will live. Aram surged forward suddenly,
Speaker:his wordless shout drowning out the spectators’ scattered cheers,
Speaker:and Keth leapt to his feet to meet him,
Speaker:swinging his blade wildly,
Speaker:the tip trailing blood droplets in its wake.
Speaker:The stronger jackal simply caught his wrist,
Speaker:holding him there effortlessly.
Speaker:He watched for a moment as Keth struggled and then,
Speaker:with his other paw,
Speaker:smashed him across the side of the muzzle with his fist.
Speaker:Again he struck, and Keth stumbled,
Speaker:tasting iron and darkness.
Speaker:Aram gripped tighter,
Speaker:and something in Keth’s wrist
Speaker:gave way – he gave a cry as his kukri clattered to the stone,
Speaker:the sudden ringing of metal against rock loud against the uncertain murmurs of the gathered tribes. Aram squeezed,
Speaker:and Keth yielded an involuntary whimper as he felt the bones in his wrist grind together.
Speaker:Aram leaned in, his breath shuddering in intensity and fury.
Speaker:“I will not just kill you,”
Speaker:he whispered, his voice a heavy thing,
Speaker:gravid with intent,
Speaker:tight with promise, like a thunderstorm about to burst.
Speaker:“I will destroy you.
Speaker:The sands will drink
Speaker:your tribe’s blood.”
Speaker:Straightening, Aram spat with disdain,
Speaker:tossing his own blade to the side.
Speaker:“Water.” The declaration rippled through both tribes.
Speaker:The susurrus of mutterings grew louder and discordant,
Speaker:realization and understanding giving febrile voice to both taunts and anger.
Speaker:Ah, humiliate me by killing me with my own choice of weapon?
Speaker:Keth let the insulted cries of his infuriated tribemates speak for him.
Speaker:He tried to set aside the pain of his wounds, surprised to feel the clarity he did.
Speaker:Atoth’s voice rang out amid the cacophony,
Speaker:and Keth grasped at it.
Speaker:Slowly, he stood. “I,
Speaker:Keth, accept your choice,”
Speaker:he said formally,
Speaker:another barb thrown Aram’s way
Speaker:as he spoke the ritual response.
Speaker:Aram gestured as he walked back towards his side of the stone,
Speaker:and a number of his tribemates stepped forward,
Speaker:drinking skins and bladders heavy in their paws.
Speaker:These they unstoppered,
Speaker:lifted up, and tilted,
Speaker:and the streams of water gushed forth to splash on the red rock.
Speaker:Spreading out, the rivulets found the channels
Speaker:and depressions, some ritually carved, sigils
Speaker:and glyphs subtly worked,
Speaker:some simply formed from erosion and the endless desert winds.
Speaker:Soon all the water collected into several small shallow pools
Speaker:across the surface.
Speaker:Keth watched, eyes absently following the ripples and undulations as he attempted to shut out the pain,
Speaker:thinking back to the times when Meket would show him how to take water,
Speaker:that ever-important source of life in the unforgiving desert,
Speaker:and mold and sculpt it to his will.
Speaker:The thrill of that first time,
Speaker:when he had called the water, coaxed it,
Speaker:pleaded with it, and it had finally listened –
Speaker:the memory was as strong as ever.
Speaker:As Meket’s successor
Speaker:he had been taught much,
Speaker:from the subtleties in threading the magic,
Speaker:manipulating the strands in counterpoint,
Speaker:to strengthening his rapport and commanding more of the element.
Speaker:Keth had proven clever –
Speaker:certainly not as strong as Meket himself,
Speaker:yet able to force water to his bidding
Speaker:in ways that surprised even his teacher.
Speaker:Cries of derision and the answering fury from the muzzles of his own tribe pulled
Speaker:Keth from his reverie.
Speaker:The last trickles of water had flowed into the waiting hollows,
Speaker:ready for him and Aram to wield against each other.
Speaker:Aram, meanwhile, had walked over and lifted up his loincloth,
Speaker:his gaze locked on Keth,
Speaker:and urinated on the rock next to the smaller jackal’s paws.
Speaker:Keth calmly stepped back,
Speaker:but he felt the heat rise in his face
Speaker:at the mocking cries from the other tribe.
Speaker:He had had enough;
Speaker:focusing on the closest pools,
Speaker:Keth reached his a-mna out,
Speaker:feeling for the water,
Speaker:to bring it to bear against his opponent.
Speaker:A mental slap, and Keth’s connection dissolved.
Speaker:His watersight showed the connection that Aram then formed,
Speaker:the thick line ethereal,
Speaker:faintly glowing and pulsing with power, as he cradled all the water in the closest pools
Speaker:and lifted it up.
Speaker:It hovered there,
Speaker:a sphere of water rippling and undulating.
Speaker:Keth stretched for the other pools,
Speaker:his connection snaking quickly forth to grasp it,
Speaker:only to be rebuffed yet again
Speaker:as Aram claimed them.
Speaker:He is so strong. How am I supposed to do anything?
Speaker:He sent out another tentative and testing strand,
Speaker:immediately severed.
Speaker:Soon there were two almost identical globes,
Speaker:floating there, shackled to Aram’s power.
Speaker:Again Keth reached,
Speaker:to no avail. How, Mna?
Speaker:He has it all, and I am not strong enough to pull it away.
Speaker:Desperation and panic started to push at him,
Speaker:and the pain of his wounds scrabbled at his mind, trying to get in.
Speaker:Meket always said I could find water in the oddest places.
Speaker:I need something!
Speaker:Frantically searching nearby for other sources,
Speaker:Keth’s watersight quested out and around,
Speaker:delving into the sand,
Speaker:testing the air, touching feather-light amongst the gathered tribesfolk.
Speaker:Nothing. All was concentrated here,
Speaker:on the weathered tablet of stone on which they fought, and it all hung heavy in the air in Aram’s powerful grip.
Speaker:Still scanning desperately,
Speaker:a flicker in the periphery of Keth’s vision screamed a warning,
Speaker:and he flung himself to one side.
Speaker:Glinting shards of ice,
Speaker:formed just moments ago but already sweating in the desert heat,
Speaker:thrust through the space Keth had vacated.
Speaker:Sharpness, piercingly cold, brushed across his thigh,
Speaker:and he felt the new wound brim with blood.
Speaker:As quickly as the ice slivers had appeared,
Speaker:Aram pulled them back,
Speaker:swallowing them within the great globes of water he held.
Speaker:His pain momentarily forgotten,
Speaker:Keth was now focused fully on his opponent
Speaker:and survival; as Aram formed his ice daggers anew,
Speaker:Keth was ready. He is too slow,
Speaker:he is holding too much.
Speaker:The facets of sun-sharp water,
Speaker:frozen and diamond-hard,
Speaker:sprang forth. Keth dodged again to the side,
Speaker:easily avoiding them,
Speaker:and watched intently as Aram swung them to follow.
Speaker:Their thrusts were almost ponderous,
Speaker:and Keth chanced a glance up at his enemy.
Speaker:Aram’s muzzle was a rictus of fury and strain,
Speaker:and the shards dissolved,
Speaker:droplets falling to the thirsty sand.
Speaker:Discarding the flick and finesse of frozen blades,
Speaker:Aram roared, and Keth was almost bowed by the intensity of his presence.
Speaker:Aram’s anger and dominance pushed at him,
Speaker:rippling outward,
Speaker:the heavy spheres of water shuddering with Aram’s rage.
Speaker:Struggling against the demand for submission,
Speaker:Keth again forced his gaze upon Aram,
Speaker:locking eyes with him.
Speaker:It gave him a glimpse of intent,
Speaker:just enough warning to throw himself flat upon the sandy rock.
Speaker:Abandoning precision,
Speaker:Aram had resorted to brute force.
Speaker:From one of the spheres he had extruded a thick,
Speaker:undulating shaft of water.
Speaker:Amorphous and imprecise, it swung through the air, barely missing the prone Keth.
Speaker:Pushing himself up to a crouch,
Speaker:Keth dodged as it curved back to lash at him.
Speaker:Yet he was unprepared for its twin –
Speaker:pushed out of the other sphere,
Speaker:it caught him heavily in the chest,
Speaker:the mass of the water and force of Aram’s control
Speaker:conspiring to knock him sprawling.
Speaker:Stunned, gasping, Keth struggled to rise,
Speaker:pushing himself up with his uninjured shoulder.
Speaker:He was too slow; his vision blurred and refracted as,
Speaker:at Aram’s guidance,
Speaker:one of the water spheres enveloped his head.
Speaker:Panicking, he jerked his muzzle to the side, but the water hugged him tightly.
Speaker:Scrambling, claws skittering as his paws attempted to find purchase on the rock,
Speaker:slippery with sand,
Speaker:Keth lunged desperately, haphazardly, trying to escape.
Speaker:Oh gods oh gods… focus!
Speaker:Calm yourself. Aram’s image wavered before him,
Speaker:distorted. Yet his watersight was still clear;
Speaker:he could see the lines of Aram’s control pulsing,
Speaker:thick and raw with strength,
Speaker:connecting him to the spheres.
Speaker:A tentative reach towards one of the globules resulted in the expected parry,
Speaker:languorously disdainful.
Speaker:I need a source… ah!
Speaker:An idea formed; but a distraction, a feint was needed.
Speaker:Keth sent forth another hopeful tendril,
Speaker:immediately dashed by Aram’s strength.
Speaker:Again, he sent it -
Speaker:it was expected now.
Speaker:A slice and his grasp dissolved once more,
Speaker:but that did not matter.
Speaker:It was occupying Aram.
Speaker:As calmly as he could,
Speaker:he quested out with another connection,
Speaker:dividing his mind between the two:
Speaker:one repeated, blatant,
Speaker:obvious, tasting of desperation and panic and defeat,
Speaker:reaching hopelessly towards the other sphere
Speaker:only to be easily severed by a nonchalant slash
Speaker:of Aram’s will, the other
Speaker:thin and quiet, hidden,
Speaker:sliding obscured along the length of Aram’s own channeling,
Speaker:out of view of his watersight.
Speaker:He made the connection –
Speaker:it was a slender,
Speaker:fragile, subtle thing,
Speaker:but it was there,
Speaker:and Keth started to pull.
Speaker:Bright pinpricks of reflected sunlight warred with the telltale black spots of imminent unconsciousness in Keth’s vision.
Speaker:He had gone too long without air,
Speaker:and the distortion through the water was not enough to hide his view of Aram’s triumphant sneer.
Speaker:But then – droplets.
Speaker:Tiny beads of water formed on Aram’s muzzle,
Speaker:appearing there from the fur beneath.
Speaker:Trickling, pooling, coalescing,
Speaker:they pulled away,
Speaker:joining myriad other small droplets
Speaker:hanging suspended in the air,
Speaker:barely a whisker’s length away from Aram’s body.
Speaker:The sneer turned to confusion
Speaker:and then realization.
Speaker:Like so, Mna? Deftly,
Speaker:Keth tapped into Aram’s own connection and the idle power there begged to be used.
Speaker:I thirst, Aram. Keth focused all he had,
Speaker:and his connection thrummed and quivered with strength.
Speaker:Aram’s eyes filled with fear,
Speaker:and he battered at the thread, slashing chaotically at it with his will,
Speaker:but Keth held. Aram kept the watery sphere around him,
Speaker:drowning him, but the desperation of having but moments before oblivion strengthened Keth’s resolve.
Speaker:So he pulled. He pulled,
Speaker:and the world grew black. ***
Speaker:Shuddering, heaving in gulps of air,
Speaker:Keth laid sprawled across the stone,
Speaker:his fur soaked.
Speaker:He slowly and shakily got to his feet,
Speaker:blood dripping down to mingle with the water around him.
Speaker:The pain was severe -
Speaker:the shattered wrist and rent shoulder burned his thoughts -
Speaker:but the ritual had to be done properly.
Speaker:So he gathered the water to him,
Speaker:pulling it from his fur
Speaker:and from where it had fallen,
Speaker:and coaxed it back into the shallow pools of the stone.
Speaker:All was strangely quiet,
Speaker:and Keth looked up and around.
Speaker:Both tribes sat, silent.
Speaker:He could scent joy among some,
Speaker:but there was the prickly scent of uncertainty and antagonism as well.
Speaker:There was still work to do. Keth
Speaker:made his way over to Aram’s body.
Speaker:It lay there desiccated -
Speaker:a husk, dry and taut, nothing more.
Speaker:There was no Aram left.
Speaker:Pulling all his confidence to bear,
Speaker:and pushing his muzzle high and proud,
Speaker:Keth turned his gaze to the gathered tribes.
Speaker:They watched as he slowly crouched down on his haunches,
Speaker:leant forward to grip his dead enemy’s ear in his jaws,
Speaker:and ripped. Keth stood then,
Speaker:straight and tall as his tribes gave voice,
Speaker:and Aram’s earring hung heavy from his teeth,
Speaker:bright and ruddy-gold in the setting sun.
Speaker:This was the the 2nd of 2 parts of
Speaker:“Water” by Utunu, read for you by Khaki,
Speaker:your faithful fireside companion.
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