Fly the Flag of Fire!

I thought I heard something, and Eleonora was looking up.

In the flourishing green bottom of the woody grass, the branches only glow countless shades of light. I can't see the sky, I can't feel the air flow. The lives of birds and beasts are making noises in the people, but there is no mixing of different sounds of the kind that draw attention there.

"What's going on? Stopped at that place... even made a sign of a demon?

Kai is back to go ahead. It's a casual breeze and doesn't make any footsteps. I run my gaze sharply around me. And it had a slight blood odor. The mountain knife in your right hand is not dirty. Left hand. It's like a hairy rat's corpse. It's a fresh bunch of mud rat's carcass.

Eleonora offered her hand and asked for it. When I receive it, I raise my nails and tear my abdomen. The contents are still warm because the appearance is soft. Select the gut and remove a large grain of wooden skin color. I chopped the connection, stripped the mucous membrane, and put it in my mouth with yellow exposed. Make a noise and swallow.

"I hope it's nothing. We're talking about getting big guys out here, and we need to be careful."

Kai seems to be chewing on the roots of the sweet wood. This little friend has soft cheeks that swell quickly. The inner part of the stomach can also hold an amazing amount for the small body. It was thought that the roots that had to be thrown away would not be enough.

"Huh? No, no, Oyla doesn't feel like eating it raw. You can't use fire here."

That's what they said, so Eleonora dropped the carcass on the spot and dumped it. Wipe the blood stains on your hands with the lining of your jacket. I got thirsty, so I took one red egg fruit I had left hanging on my hips.

"Oh, that might even want an oila"

He smiled and released it to Kai, a sphere that would fit neatly in his palm. I took the other one and broke it in two with a knife. Sip the green drool contents with each black seed. The sweet, sour and refreshing taste spread all over my mouth.

"Ele, my sister's fine eating. It's all getty stuff, but this is all good, isn't it?"

Eleonora gave Kai yet another because she was happily licking the inside of her outer skin. Unlike other ingredients, there was plenty of room for preservation. The organ system, etc. will not be able to speak after half a day.

Feeling signs of life, Eleonora ran her gaze to the ground. It's the carcass of the rat ahead. Red ants are forming herds and eating them. Will there be hundreds? It is too soon to build on the spectacle of this forest. Thinking of what that meant, I could also agree with Kai's concerns.

It's a simple supply and demand problem, with many carcass-eating insects. There are many carcasses to be supplied.

There's a big guy nearby. There are famous players who hunt birds and beasts without distinction between herbivores or carnivores. Besides, he's not eating up blood, he's mowing his life out of entertainment. Do as many demons do.

"Well, shall we go then? The toddler body of the black golden feather is the most active in motion around the time of darkness. We need to set a trap in the light."

Kai seems to have flattened the second instantly as well. He flipped a mountain knife and started walking again.

Placing that little back at the center of his vision, and later on, Eleonora projected her senses widely around him. I rely on the various sounds, large and small, that wrap me up, and I am conscious of seeing them all with my nose and sniff. Take off the narrow cage of flesh. Deceive the guard who seals his life in the flesh and execute a pseudo-flotation.

Sora...... I see someone chasing little Kai. He also weaves his dark purple coat with his headscarf as a deep feather, making it look like a shadow mimicked a person and walking with no dynamism.

No one else, it's Eleonora herself. I look down on myself. as part of the landscape.

Recognize the world with a feeling of no blind spots. The Devil's Forest is spreading with intense potential. The lack of clearance seems to be underwater. Something even microscopic lives in the drifting moisture, and I don't stop filling it up as I repeat my lifespan.

But this enrichment is mixed with crazy colors. Cursing impulses that excite life, make it absurd, and at the end of the day bring blasphemous death...... I can feel signs of indignation smelling. They make sure that the rare poison gives the creature momentary vitality, and they make this forest a demonic realm.

What lives and lives does not come true here in the representation of the natural colour. Degenerate. Exposed to demons, stained with demons, sucking demons. Exhale and conceive demons. That's the kind of space a demon realm is.

Or maybe it's a single life form in the whole forest. Based on a paranormal feeling, Eleonora thought that. This place is too isolated from the outside world. It's foreign. It's moving, it's expanding.

"Oh, that's not good. I have a client."

Kai's voice. He dives into the rampant highs and lows of the roadless forest to see where he's going.

Swamp. Even if the trees are covered and bush, the sky is still allowed there. The brightly lit surface looks like a mirror. Aquatic grass creates a series and islands over there, making you imagine the rich environment of aquatic flora and fauna. There is mystical silence.

Looks like a beast was invited to the water. Kashigami Mori Cat... a large carnivore. He has a handsome body and two tails shake long and graceful. My sense of smell is not sharp because I look for prey with my eyes from the trees.

No... as the fate of those who rely on their eyes, should I say dull on all that is invisible?

Eleonora was convinced of the death of the beast. Attempts to lick water for swallowing are looser between them than featherworms in insect plant traps. Because I am overconfident in my ability to fight.

The big man has already tried to lay the life of the beast in his hands.

If you invited Kai over, he'd look blue and dive into the inside of his jacket. Because I know it as an experience even if I don't know the details. The meaning of being invited.

The killing as a play was started by the vibration of the earth and ended brutally with several amputations.

The sickle swung. This big guy is in the ground. It seemed like it was in a soiled mud, like a root, stretching out something that could be both its body knots and its bare feet, and attacking animals that approached the swamp. There may also be a few sickles hidden behind the soft soil of the rotten leaves.

There was a flock of worms flying out of the swamp, scattered with blood and flesh. Six knife-like feathers, an elongated and hard body, a large jaw that also chews off a person's fingers easily...... it is a black gold feather worm. I liked the meat and ate it.

"Oh no, that's... Sister Ele, are you sure you're okay?

Nodding back at the little voice, leaving Kai on the spot, Eleonora headed to the swamp. Consciousness remains looking over the entire perimeter, including itself. Seeing as my body progresses.

With little to no shaking of the coat, no vibrancy of the shards, let the wind carry the fallen leaves... Eleonora's body reached the edge of the swamp. Remove the small pot of pottery from the nostalgia and release it into the swamp.

The water sounded. Numerous lives roared in the water, stroked by ripples that occurred on the surface. One at a time is small. It seems that the big muddy dust guy doesn't have a hobby to cut the target of that size.

A thin string is connected from the swamp to Eleonora's hand. The small kettle released has a thin neck and a thick torso, and a string is tied around its neck. It's like fishing. I picked up the branches that were falling there, tied the strings, and pierced the ground. A trap for catching the young body of the black golden feather live, complete with installation.

When I stood up, a black gold feather stuck in the ear of my headscarf. It is a carnivorous worm of slightly extra size to be put on the palm of one's hand. It was deduced that the sound of meshing the gizzards and jaws had a powerful sound of destruction and would tear them apart without making soft headscarves or anything else.

Twisting his neck and cleaning his jaw with his barefoot often... the black golden feather flew away. Was it one of the beautifully loved individuals in the herd? And that was the end of the man's luck.

Shortly after I left Eleonora, I rang a terminal short note and the featherworm was finished with two bodies.

It was a smaller sickle than earlier. There is no symbiotic relationship, depending on the mood of the big guy. That seems to wield. Death is abrupt and irrational in this forest. And it feeds someone. Circulation is infinite and infinite.

Eleonora stepped away from the swamp as the Red Ant spikes flourished their tentacles to see the feather carcass found behind them. Let the weathered rocks roll. Let the night dew convey the leaves, and let the trunk pass to the earth.

"Hey...... thrilled to know. Let's go. Let's go. I don't want to stay here long."

To smile at his little friend who would be happy to be safe, Eleonora returned the consciousness to the flesh. My vision narrows and my breathing is disturbed. The creature's sense of reality is always heavy and painful. But at the same time, it's hot and luminous. You can express yourself because you're alive. I can put my mind through it with someone.

Oh... it's human splendour. I'm for someone, and someone's for me.

The world still allows people to dream that way. People can love people. I guess I'll be lucky.

Eleonora goes to the woods with a definite warmth in her chest. Walk the magic of hundreds of millions of lives nurtured against the backdrop of a thousand different greens and browns. Live today in a world of horrors shaken by the light and shadow of the sun and moon to show diverse expressions.

It's been three years since I started walking in the realm of demons named Dust Dream Forest... Eleonora doesn't feel the separation between the past and the present. It's the days of breathing into the alien world. Or maybe the speed and density of time are different from the outside world. I thought it was more natural.

Perhaps I died once. Eleonora thinks so, too. The raw before this forest was terribly unrealistic, and I can't remember the feel of the land I tread or the taste of the chewed meat. Just as nightmares leave anxiety and fear in my mind while the details remain obscure, I just leave indissoluble and odd in my mind. I can't even connect with my own present as fine strings.

But I still felt like I could hear something, so I'd look far and clear my ears without guessing.

Is it someone's scream? Will it call someone? Or... is it the sound of the world of men? Either way, it was nothing more than something else for those who lived in the Devil's Forest, but strangely cared.

"See you later. What's the matter? You're gonna eat the purple moss blossoms before sundown, right?

Nodding. And walked out again.

Eleonora goes to the woods.

With a faint hunch of the arrival of his mission to the sounds that arrive from the outside world.