Samson: The Undead

"Samson...Abhah...tell me..." Sliding his head down, pondering the thoughts of his new young disciple Abbott lowered himself in the stalk high grass hiding himself from the bulgarian of a beast, chilling out on the plains intercepting the rays of sun. "How long have you been in my presence."

"13 moons." Answered Samson to the earth.

"Tell me Samson how many feats have I managed during that flow."

 Shaking his thoughts from his parents Samson's mind flickered from one moment to the next in their journey. "Hundreds." He shouted.

 Raking his hands through spiraling high tides of wool, Sliding a glinting eye at the kid Abbott asked him. "So what if I told you...you could do the same."

 Tossing glimmering hazel eyes in question Samson asked, "How."

"You see that Gomorradox over there."

Backing a few steps hopping on tiptoes Samson took a peek at the hog nosed teddy strutting its gorrilla body across the towering plains. "Yea."

 "What if I told you that…" Whipping his head Abbott dropped his voice to a whisper. "That you could do the same."

 "Really!" raising a head full of dreads, a tigering grin crept across Samson's face. "How?"

Pointing at the Quint flopping its hairy butt on the ground, Abbott tapped his Abhah in the chest twice. "The first step is acquiring the hair of that Quintessence there. Are you willing?"

 "The will is the way…" Samson heard his father scream through his head a hundred million times.

"Yes…" the young Evol stammered, "Yes!" he spoke again more confidently.

"The first step is obtaining a strand of hair from the Gomorrahdox. Think you can do it…I say you can."

 "I can…" Asked Samson shooting glances at the beast.

"Exactly for you are a Warrior."

 More flashes of his father flickered through Samsons mind. "Warrior!!!" He screamed.

"Not so loud."

 "Sorry."

"So Samson you're a warrior right."

"I AM."

 "Then get that hair." 

Rolling his body on his heels towards the Gomorradox with fire in his eyes, Samson roared in a low voice. "Get the Gomorradox." 

 "Shhhh…" Abbott warned the young eager Evol. 

"Sorry." whispered Samson. Slipping a foot into the towering greenery the Evol gave his Pealim a thumbs up then vanished. Creeping through the tall grass Samson thought himself a lion on the hunt, stalking its unexpected prey slowly in covert until voosh, the earth ejected him into the sky thirty yards before his quarry. Peering down at the earth below in shock, Samson's eyes darted left to right. "What…" getting a peek of the Gomorradox licking itself the Evol face frowned up. "That's how you want to play." Morphing into his Evol form, great black wings sprung from his back catching the wind. 

 Poof, teleporting adjacent to the falling child Abbott shook a celery at his Abhah. "Sorry but flying is not allowed." 

 "What!" eyes bulging out at Pealim's statement, Samson brows lift with worry. "How am I…" Poof Abbott disappeared before he could finish asking his question. Looking back toward the ground the Evol hands shot out ready to catch his fall but his eyes shut ready to miss it. "Aaaaaa" floof, converging into a soft cottony substance the earth returned to its hard, smooth texture once Samson was in its grasp. "Aaa…" Noticing the solidity beneath him the Evol opened an eye. "I made it." Standing up and dusting himself off his wolverine eyes skimmed the environment. "Where are…?" Finding no reference to the creature, Samson's eyes closed. Raising a tusked bear of a nose to the sky the Evol took in long streams of air taking in the information of the world around him. "There he goes.." 

 Rotating east woosh claws scraped up dirt as Samson pushed off pursuing the scent like a starving wolf. Cutting down his enemy the grass of Tall with blades of thin hair the Evol traversed the plains finding himself in a grove of trees watching his sleeping foe from behind.

 Receiving the vibrations of his stalker from the earth the Gomarradox swung a diamond clubbed tail gesturing for him to try his best. Receiving the signal Samson hurled strands of hair from each arm lassoing them around tree branches. "If i fall on him…" he calculated, "...I can wrestle away a hair." Backing up to the fullest of elasticity fawoosh the evol shot himself across the plains aiming at a slab of a rock with a slumbering beast lying on top of it.

 Swinging its clubbed tail the Gomorrodox hairs frizzled at the missle of an advance from his pursuer. Manipulating the area around itself, the Quintessence peeped open an eye before sprouting a barrier of thorn bushes. "No, No, No…" waving his arms frantically, poofchSamson splashed into the pool of sticky bushes. "Yaaa!" springing up fur beamed out in every direction like a disco ball death ray slicing through paper. 

 "Where is…where is…" Tossing his head around Samson's head and shoulders drooped. "What happened to the Quint?" Taking a whiff of the air, he snorted. "Rain, perfect. Now, I can mask my scent. That quintessence won't know what hit it."

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 "I don't understand." Gleaming in sweat Samson flopped to the ground. "Pealim how does it always know where I'm at but never move?"

 Laughing at the twist of his disciples face, Abbott handed Samson a wrap. "Want to learn a secret Abhah?"

 Sitting up Samson swiftly crossed his legs interested in this secret Abbott had. Unraveling his wrap he leaned in and asked. "What is it?"

 "That Gomorradox is connected to the source, the one and all. She can feel your every movement on earth and within her domain presence." 

 "What's a domain presence?"

"It is a way of saying he is aware of all that takes place in its territory and considering this specific Quint is an Ein Sof I'm sure it's Kingdom is spread wide."

 "Can I get it out of its kingdom?"

 "That i doubt, but you are willing to try."

"Then what do I do Pealim?"

"Connect to the source, allow everything to flow from there."

 "Connect to source?"

"Yes, through meditation it helps you become your most natural and higher self."

 "Meditation." Pondering this to himself as he ate Samson ate his fill then closed his eyes. "Connect to source." 

 ~ ~

 "Where am I?" Sliding out of darkness into a morning light Samson took in a thin haze which hovered over an endless plain.

 "You have finally arrived."

Spinning around following the sound of a woman's voice, Samson laid eyes on a black curvy silhouette strutting his way. "Excuse me." he called out. "Where are we?"

 "We are in your domain." Slipping an arm around Samson then dancing away the almond beauty raised up her arms in a sensual way. "Your Kingdom."

 "Kingdom."

"Yes Sun." Breaking through the rolling clouds, drifting across the plains a second figure descended from the heavens in a beam of light causing the clouds to retreat.

 Contorting his face Samson looked at both guests in confusion. "I don't see a Kingdom."

"Yet you will for it all start within then cast out of you. This is your current landscape at the moment plain but yet ready and willing to be tilled and built upon."

 "Am I dreaming?" 

 Shining a ray of light from hands on Samson the vulture headed entity smiled as he jerked. "Your inner world is just as real as the outer. Everything that comes from the darkness emits a light." Chuckling at the EVOL's confused expression the spirit extended an exoskeleton arm with claws. "I'm Valkum and I'm a Sun Spirit."

 "Spirit?"

"Yes my acquaintance Rogue and I was caught in your vortex four cycles ago when you and your parents ran into a Quintessence."

 "I remember that day." exclaimed Rogue with a raise of his finger. "After absorbing us you went berserk turning into the perfect mixture of us and devouring that foul creature." Trembling in delight the spirit danced. "It was magnificent...though your parents thought the contrary. They actually became wanderers because of that." 

 Shifting a glance at his companion Valkum sighed. "I'm sorry Rogue doesn't have any boundaries but" Touching Samson on the shoulder all his memories and experiences flooded the EVOLs mind.

 Standing stiff in shock a second wave of memories shot through his mind as Rogue flopped on his shoulders. "Sorry young master, I don't wish to offend." 

 Jaws agape Samson gazed blankly at the two before coming to his senses. "It's okay."

 "Great." said Rogue with a grin. "Because we have been caught in your field and wish to leave." Recognizing the dumbfounded expression Samson wore the spirit chuckled. "For now we can focus on the present. Which brings us to the question. What Manifest of God are you?"