The Brutes of Planet Moiromma [Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]
The Brutes of Planet Moiromma
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]
By Dennis L. Siluk
Episode One
Introduction: —I shall tell you how it all started; it was not as simply as I put it, in my concluding narration (at the end of this story, which was told to me first, and then the second version, ‘The Story’), if you have a little more time that is, if not you can read the conclusion. I don’t expect you to believe it all, it is one of those things you have to witness to fully believe and understand I myself am a little skeptical. So bear in mind, this, and simply read a good story, from a friend of Tangor’s and Siren’s, by the name of Rognat, whom told it to me, over a cup of coffee one afternoon, while visiting the British Museum, in London, a few years ago, he had heard I was in town, doing some studying on giants and the cultures of Malta, some cultures that dated to 5000 BC. But I believed the story (he is an old friend): as I was saying, I believed the story, even with its arctic atmosphere, and fantasy gap attached to it; and this race called Moirommalit’s’, that I had heard about before from him (but not this story of course) and so I shall share it with you. Actually I shall quote it to you, since I have a photograph memory. And keep in mind, the conclusion was told to me first, and making more time for Mr. Rognat, and coffee to boot, I got the longer version, and have added them both together here. DLS
The Story:
1
The Brutes
“Brutes depart, or fight, or they are killed, it is the way it is on the Planet Moiromma, a planet outside of earth’s solar system, with an arctic type climate. They have approximately six weeks out of their year, of spring and summer combined. Its population, last I heard was between 20,000 to 30,000 inhabitants, on this earthly moon size planet. Perhaps 15,000 of these inhabitants, lived around the cliff and cave area, where the dugout was, the mud arena, in lack of a name for the city we can simply call it Brutes Ville, it is where several mighty warriors of the planet went to challenge one another for the grand prize of Moiromma, the Kingship, given to the mightiest warrior on the planet.
“Let me give you a little background, before I go on: The old king died, he was 899-years old. Moiromma live between 500 and 900 years old, likened to earth’s inhabitants before their Great Flood. Whereupon, a contest is given to find a new king, it is a process of weeding out the weak.
“The Brutes, as they are known, have no qualms about this contest of might, it is part of their nature, and they take it more as a sport than anything else. It should be mentioned, Moirommalit’s have 100-lives, upon death, they reappear, regenerated to the same self they were prior to death, usually ending up on some other planet, and more often than not within the surrounding solar systems (how this is done, is a mystery to me, call it magical chromosomes, or whatever, it is the way it is).
“So the Brutes came from all over the planet to test their powerful fighting skills in the arena, for the crown. At the beginning of this contest all the contestants were tided onto reptilian-walruses, given only a dagger made of stone. They were all tied, all seven, legs tied and torso joined to the back of these creatures. These giant worms, as they are known on the planet; they are an ugly looking beast of prey, have fins, but no legs, and a smooth belly, and large tusks, and somewhat of a serpents head.
“And then the contest began, all the creatures with the Brutes on their backs were in the mud arena, only one man would walk out of this arena this day, so were the rules set eons ago, if not a Brute, then the last living animal would be set free, and brought back to the Cold Lands, equal to Earth’s arctic region.
“Said one of the onlookers standing behind a stranger looking down into the pit, “Kahg will no doubly win!” And then both the spectator, and stranger saw Kahg, a massive, muscular beast of a man, pull out his stone knife from his rope-belt tied around his abdomen, now on the back of the monster he dug deep into its flesh, its neck, like a vulture nibbling at a dying carcass with his stone knife, his deadly crud reaper: deeper and wider, deeper and wider, deeper and wider, he went until the beast was swimming around in the mud trying to throw the prey off his back, and blood and tissue and bone were all uncovered, poring over the side of its body. The Reptilian beast could not throw Kahg off his back, and now Kahg started opening up its skull, trying to slowly carve a crevice through to its brain, and when he did, the beast fell flat on its face, tusks deep in the mud.
“The spectators watched on with horror and delight, it was a bloody sight. Kahg then cut the ropes, freeing his frame and limbs, and stood victorious by the beast.”
((I suppose an earthling would have been astound and hurt at killing the beast that way, but on Moiromma, it is ceremonial, and welcomed day by all all).
2
Kahg & Yob
“Following Kahg’s victory, one after the other of the Brutes were defeated, until there was only Kahg and an old man, named Yob. They both looked like mad men, the reptilian beasts were all laying about dead, or dying, and pulsating and perhaps wishing their death would come quicker, out of prolonged agony. Kahg and Yob both had what I’d call equally powerful muscles; yet Kahg was more youthful, and therefore, his reflexes more alert, whereas Yob, being much older, was more skilled in death battles, and of course had never lost one.
“Said the voice behind the stranger, the spectator again, ‘I think both will kill one another?’ He was excited, alone, and wanted to share this moment of delight with someone else, I suppose.
“Said the stranger [annoyed], ‘Yes, yes…” and he mumbled something, and leaned over the pit a ting more to watch the finality of the conflict.
“It seemed Kahg, fought defensively, and Yob offensively, and the stranger picked up on this. Thus, saying to himself: there is a moment, a millisecond after an offensively fighters thrust, or call it forward reaction, that the offensive fighter has an opening, call it a blink of an eye, but it is how battles are won.
“Quicker than the eye could see Yob left his stance of battle and thrust his body forward, and lanced a wound into the neck of his opponent, thus, Kahg had the moment, that opening the stranger was talking about, and he was about to take advantage of it, and had he, he could have taken him by the shoulder, threw him down, as he was planning to do, and break his neck with his heal on his way down, but what took place was this: Kahg was in motion, his hand ready to push the already leaning Yob (leaning from his thrust in Kahg’s neck with his knife), when the spectator screamed, ‘Kill him now, now, now, now…!!” right in the back ear of the stranger. It as such a bellowing, and constant, that Kahg went to look up, and by that time, Yob had fallen and rolled several feet from Kahg, he was now safe.
“The stranger looked behind him, said: ‘You spoiled the battle,’ and as the man went to respond, there was a hesitation in his voice, a millisecond (he was thinking) and the stranger took advantage of that moment, grabbed his loose hand, and jumped into the mud arena, pulling him behind. As swift as could be, both surprised in the arena—Kahg and Yob, the stranger ripped out a seven-foot tusk from one of the nearby beasts, but a few feet from all three Moirommalit’s, and with one sweep, and perhaps three seconds, he ripped open the bellies of the fighters, and the spectator.” Rognat
Ể
[Conclusion]: It was a mad, ferocious era on Moiromma, as was this very day (women, children, males, everyone and everything was of the same make up). A time so long ago, I dare not say when, lest you call be a fraud.
Deep thunderous laughter came from above the pit-arena, where spectators were looking down into the battle-pit (several feet below them, a large mud hole, circle where beast and Brutes fought it out to the last man) here the Brutes were naked tied onto the savage beasts, the reptilian-walrus’ some 2000-pounds, with tusks several feet extended outwards; rugged humor above continued unabated, as the spectators looked down into the pit, for the contest of who would be king of Moiromma.
On Moiromma they were all fighters—women were tigresses, and men just plain beasts. There were very few children, but they were like cub-saber tooth lions.
Tangor had superior physique, keener wit and a brain that was more highly developed for combat: thus, when he jumped into the arena, he didn’t even reek with sweat, his muscles strained slightly, his quick and mighty blows rendered finality to the two left contestants in the arena, whom bodies now quivered on the ground, for its last moment of life; they were both merciless savages, that fought for the throne of Moiromma, but Tangor was quicker and surprised them both (but of course he didn’t want to be king; it was simply, his nature got the best of him; he was not of Moiromma stock, and of course looked different, but a few of the elite on Moiromma knew him, through Siren).
It was a no rules barred world (butcher as you may, if you can, was the unspoken philosophy of this planet in Earth’s neighboring solar system): as it may have seen to be this day in the battle that had taken place.
The inhabitants fought with tooth, knives, fists, fangs, claws, whatever was available—and so when Tangor jumped into the arena, ripped out of one dead Reptilian-beast’ tusk, and gutted both Kahg, and Yob, the two remaining contestants for the throne, five dead, and seven beasts dead now in the arena, it was a surprise yes, but not a paramount surprise, plus it wasn’t against any rules, and to a high degree it produced even more entertainment for the onlookers. Rognat
Note: Written at El Parquetito’s, Lima, Peru, 11/20/2006 [Dedicated to Ron Hanna]
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]
By Dennis L. Siluk
Episode One
Introduction: —I shall tell you how it all started; it was not as simply as I put it, in my concluding narration (at the end of this story, which was told to me first, and then the second version, ‘The Story’), if you have a little more time that is, if not you can read the conclusion. I don’t expect you to believe it all, it is one of those things you have to witness to fully believe and understand I myself am a little skeptical. So bear in mind, this, and simply read a good story, from a friend of Tangor’s and Siren’s, by the name of Rognat, whom told it to me, over a cup of coffee one afternoon, while visiting the British Museum, in London, a few years ago, he had heard I was in town, doing some studying on giants and the cultures of Malta, some cultures that dated to 5000 BC. But I believed the story (he is an old friend): as I was saying, I believed the story, even with its arctic atmosphere, and fantasy gap attached to it; and this race called Moirommalit’s’, that I had heard about before from him (but not this story of course) and so I shall share it with you. Actually I shall quote it to you, since I have a photograph memory. And keep in mind, the conclusion was told to me first, and making more time for Mr. Rognat, and coffee to boot, I got the longer version, and have added them both together here. DLS
The Story:
1
The Brutes
“Brutes depart, or fight, or they are killed, it is the way it is on the Planet Moiromma, a planet outside of earth’s solar system, with an arctic type climate. They have approximately six weeks out of their year, of spring and summer combined. Its population, last I heard was between 20,000 to 30,000 inhabitants, on this earthly moon size planet. Perhaps 15,000 of these inhabitants, lived around the cliff and cave area, where the dugout was, the mud arena, in lack of a name for the city we can simply call it Brutes Ville, it is where several mighty warriors of the planet went to challenge one another for the grand prize of Moiromma, the Kingship, given to the mightiest warrior on the planet.
“Let me give you a little background, before I go on: The old king died, he was 899-years old. Moiromma live between 500 and 900 years old, likened to earth’s inhabitants before their Great Flood. Whereupon, a contest is given to find a new king, it is a process of weeding out the weak.
“The Brutes, as they are known, have no qualms about this contest of might, it is part of their nature, and they take it more as a sport than anything else. It should be mentioned, Moirommalit’s have 100-lives, upon death, they reappear, regenerated to the same self they were prior to death, usually ending up on some other planet, and more often than not within the surrounding solar systems (how this is done, is a mystery to me, call it magical chromosomes, or whatever, it is the way it is).
“So the Brutes came from all over the planet to test their powerful fighting skills in the arena, for the crown. At the beginning of this contest all the contestants were tided onto reptilian-walruses, given only a dagger made of stone. They were all tied, all seven, legs tied and torso joined to the back of these creatures. These giant worms, as they are known on the planet; they are an ugly looking beast of prey, have fins, but no legs, and a smooth belly, and large tusks, and somewhat of a serpents head.
“And then the contest began, all the creatures with the Brutes on their backs were in the mud arena, only one man would walk out of this arena this day, so were the rules set eons ago, if not a Brute, then the last living animal would be set free, and brought back to the Cold Lands, equal to Earth’s arctic region.
“Said one of the onlookers standing behind a stranger looking down into the pit, “Kahg will no doubly win!” And then both the spectator, and stranger saw Kahg, a massive, muscular beast of a man, pull out his stone knife from his rope-belt tied around his abdomen, now on the back of the monster he dug deep into its flesh, its neck, like a vulture nibbling at a dying carcass with his stone knife, his deadly crud reaper: deeper and wider, deeper and wider, deeper and wider, he went until the beast was swimming around in the mud trying to throw the prey off his back, and blood and tissue and bone were all uncovered, poring over the side of its body. The Reptilian beast could not throw Kahg off his back, and now Kahg started opening up its skull, trying to slowly carve a crevice through to its brain, and when he did, the beast fell flat on its face, tusks deep in the mud.
“The spectators watched on with horror and delight, it was a bloody sight. Kahg then cut the ropes, freeing his frame and limbs, and stood victorious by the beast.”
((I suppose an earthling would have been astound and hurt at killing the beast that way, but on Moiromma, it is ceremonial, and welcomed day by all all).
2
Kahg & Yob
“Following Kahg’s victory, one after the other of the Brutes were defeated, until there was only Kahg and an old man, named Yob. They both looked like mad men, the reptilian beasts were all laying about dead, or dying, and pulsating and perhaps wishing their death would come quicker, out of prolonged agony. Kahg and Yob both had what I’d call equally powerful muscles; yet Kahg was more youthful, and therefore, his reflexes more alert, whereas Yob, being much older, was more skilled in death battles, and of course had never lost one.
“Said the voice behind the stranger, the spectator again, ‘I think both will kill one another?’ He was excited, alone, and wanted to share this moment of delight with someone else, I suppose.
“Said the stranger [annoyed], ‘Yes, yes…” and he mumbled something, and leaned over the pit a ting more to watch the finality of the conflict.
“It seemed Kahg, fought defensively, and Yob offensively, and the stranger picked up on this. Thus, saying to himself: there is a moment, a millisecond after an offensively fighters thrust, or call it forward reaction, that the offensive fighter has an opening, call it a blink of an eye, but it is how battles are won.
“Quicker than the eye could see Yob left his stance of battle and thrust his body forward, and lanced a wound into the neck of his opponent, thus, Kahg had the moment, that opening the stranger was talking about, and he was about to take advantage of it, and had he, he could have taken him by the shoulder, threw him down, as he was planning to do, and break his neck with his heal on his way down, but what took place was this: Kahg was in motion, his hand ready to push the already leaning Yob (leaning from his thrust in Kahg’s neck with his knife), when the spectator screamed, ‘Kill him now, now, now, now…!!” right in the back ear of the stranger. It as such a bellowing, and constant, that Kahg went to look up, and by that time, Yob had fallen and rolled several feet from Kahg, he was now safe.
“The stranger looked behind him, said: ‘You spoiled the battle,’ and as the man went to respond, there was a hesitation in his voice, a millisecond (he was thinking) and the stranger took advantage of that moment, grabbed his loose hand, and jumped into the mud arena, pulling him behind. As swift as could be, both surprised in the arena—Kahg and Yob, the stranger ripped out a seven-foot tusk from one of the nearby beasts, but a few feet from all three Moirommalit’s, and with one sweep, and perhaps three seconds, he ripped open the bellies of the fighters, and the spectator.” Rognat
Ể
[Conclusion]: It was a mad, ferocious era on Moiromma, as was this very day (women, children, males, everyone and everything was of the same make up). A time so long ago, I dare not say when, lest you call be a fraud.
Deep thunderous laughter came from above the pit-arena, where spectators were looking down into the battle-pit (several feet below them, a large mud hole, circle where beast and Brutes fought it out to the last man) here the Brutes were naked tied onto the savage beasts, the reptilian-walrus’ some 2000-pounds, with tusks several feet extended outwards; rugged humor above continued unabated, as the spectators looked down into the pit, for the contest of who would be king of Moiromma.
On Moiromma they were all fighters—women were tigresses, and men just plain beasts. There were very few children, but they were like cub-saber tooth lions.
Tangor had superior physique, keener wit and a brain that was more highly developed for combat: thus, when he jumped into the arena, he didn’t even reek with sweat, his muscles strained slightly, his quick and mighty blows rendered finality to the two left contestants in the arena, whom bodies now quivered on the ground, for its last moment of life; they were both merciless savages, that fought for the throne of Moiromma, but Tangor was quicker and surprised them both (but of course he didn’t want to be king; it was simply, his nature got the best of him; he was not of Moiromma stock, and of course looked different, but a few of the elite on Moiromma knew him, through Siren).
It was a no rules barred world (butcher as you may, if you can, was the unspoken philosophy of this planet in Earth’s neighboring solar system): as it may have seen to be this day in the battle that had taken place.
The inhabitants fought with tooth, knives, fists, fangs, claws, whatever was available—and so when Tangor jumped into the arena, ripped out of one dead Reptilian-beast’ tusk, and gutted both Kahg, and Yob, the two remaining contestants for the throne, five dead, and seven beasts dead now in the arena, it was a surprise yes, but not a paramount surprise, plus it wasn’t against any rules, and to a high degree it produced even more entertainment for the onlookers. Rognat
Note: Written at El Parquetito’s, Lima, Peru, 11/20/2006 [Dedicated to Ron Hanna]
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