SF Round Four - prologue

A gray Anonymous longs to be free
Weary from days trapped in the trees
He is long recovered but worries for Lance
To heal him, this wish was his only chance.
He now sees a split in his endless circular path.
Excited but cautious he follows
Will he be free at last?

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Now a ghost, flesh consumed by the hungry vines
A hound wanders the forest's confines
She strays across the bodies of her old foes
Breathing, but faces twisted in pain and woe
She feels almost sorry for the pair
Their agony seems rather unfair.
She barks - they do not stir.
Confusion shows on the face of the striped cur.
Another thing she cannot comprehend
The reason she came here - only to meet an end.
Yet an idea now sparks
In excitement she barks
On Biaxident goes.

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Navi visits bones, old and new
The ones Allele spoke with, Kego'ka's too
Many times she's seen the forest feed
She once considered it a necessary deed
But after so many times of luring beasts to their death
Of endlessly watching them fail and cease to draw breath
She feels uncertain of her role.
Yet, if she is, what should be her goal?
Her home must stay alive and be protected
From the outside and those who would wreck it.
She sighs as she hangs from a pine branch
Sees an eye appear to look at her askance.
She sticks her tongue out and flaps away
"Not this time, forest.
Much will change on this day."