Planet Ssargplant Of Grass Part 1 Of 19 The Cadaverous Planets

Writen by Dennis Siluk

Part One of Nineteen [See notes for overview]

Planet SSARG—Planet of Grass [Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]

Outside of the Milky Way, beyond Moiromma, and Ice Cap, is a planet the size of earth, with a large moon that seems to guard, and protect its inhabitants from invading forces like comets and meteorites, and the suns alter bright rays; again, much like earth's moon. It has a canopy of clouds around it—water soaked clouds you might say, low and over-head—heavy clouds; and a subterranean underworld, and much of its land is rich with grass, and vegetation, and rivers, lakes, mountains, basins. Should the canopy break, I'd fear the planet would surely be flooded: flooded, and afterward: have 400-years of mud, yes—four hundred years to dry out, should the canopy break, with its abundance of water. It has no oceans this planet, but grass, much grass, oceans of grass you might say. A soaked climate, and not always so conducive for walking; and if need be creatures could lurk, hide in the swampy tall grasses of the lands. Never to be seen, and if your were attacked, the same.

This phenomenon [of the planet] is repeated throughout the globe, these endless meadows of grass, some ten feet all, others intertwined tightly around one another, to make them look like cobwebs. Deep within its mushy roots, are the red, brown and black snakes, the grass snakes of the planet, the vipers.

Forenoon, it was forenoon, when Siren appeared on this planet, a tide of grass coverer her whole being only the sky to see, and she was she tall, you know, perhaps under seven feet by an inch, perhaps over seven feet by an inch. Uninhabited it seemed to her, it was not like Moiromma, its arctic cold north. It was quite evident to Siren she had left her planet unexpectantly, not quite remembering much, except she fell to sleep one evening in the arctic winds, froze to death I suppose. She was happy she did not land on Mercury, or earth, but apprehensive of this grass infested planet, nevertheless. If people did live here, it would seemingly be a nightmare she thought: in a Grass infested Jungle.

It was quite the sensation to be hurled from one sphere to another, across a ton of light-years away, to say the least. It was all new for her, but becoming second nature.

As she stood in the morning mist, it was alarmingly peaceful—too quiet for her liking. As she explored the new grassy planet, naked as a jaybird, countless snakes whizzed by her feet, stirring some terror in her, and then a whisper in the back of her head, her mother speaking Comforted her; and by the feel of these slimy bodies, they were extremely long, heavy and wide.

It would seem with all these vipers crossing her path, if they wanted to, could kill her, if they really wanted to; yet she did not know the nature of the beasts, or of the planet: and I suppose, likewise, they did not know her. Some were twenty to forty feet long. With saber-teeth fangs, a foot in length, likened to a wild boars. Heads as big as footballs; tails with swaying prickles, for she could now see some as they dashed by, around over her feet, curious who she was I'm sure. Actually, after a few hours they became menacing for the most part. Her courage was now at its peak, lost for a moment back there in the grass but it comes back, was back.

Siren was tall and her limbs were muscular, shoulders broad she was famine, yet masculine; much like her mother. She found within the grass vegetation that she used for a loin-cloth and constructed some sandals with other fragments she found for her feet. The snakes looked at her with amazement, followed her every move, gazing up at her deep sunken in, but beautiful eyes, eyes that seem to come out of the great halls of India. Her countenance was difficult is express inwards in words: her jaw was partly square, a powerful look one, it was her eyes that softened her looks, and long black hair that made her feminine; heavy hair that took more than a swift wind to blow it wild, hair down to her rump. She had wide heavy lips, thick looking teeth, and sharp. The big noticeable difference between her and earthlings was her nose, rudimentary, one might say, in comparison, to the rest of her face, yet it had two large flaring nostrils: her skin, a dark brown, with an icy gray to it at times, a mixture, like marble; thick black eyebrows, low forehead, ears smaller than humans. She was not–indeed not, a hairy person, as her male counterparts on Moiromma, or Asteroid Ice-Cap. But fair to look at.

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