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The Story of Ki Kara

The Story of Ki Kara

Đεε taking her spear in her hand, she points to all the Huntress as she speaks in a loud strong voice... "TONIGHT, we gather here to embrace the call of the moons'.

Đεε pointing at the Three Moons... "These bodies, high above Gor, are a part of us, they always have been a part of us, they will always be a part of us. These sisters will be here watching over every sister long after we are gone, they were gifted to us and us alone Sisters, Free Women of the woods"

Đεε pacing restlessly back and forth in front of the alter, tapping the spear into the ground, she begins her tale... "Sisters we are gathered in the stone circle to witness an event of significance to our tribe, and to those who now step forward to full sisterhood, and all that position entails."

more importantly… the tale of all sister’s… Ki'Kara and Sa Me Aak

Đεε looks around the campfire, listening to the crackle of the flames, the sounds of the woods... "It is fitting, when the moons speak to us... to gather here, as we must... as we do tonight, yet who here knows the significance of this collection of stones? It is said in the myths of those whose footprints have so long since departed, that a great panther roamed these woods."

Đεε turns to look south, at the hillsides illuminated in the bright moonlight, her voice strong, but somewhat detached, knowing the story by heart, having told it many times... "She lived alone and her reputation was such that the men of the nearby cities would avoid the woods. One day, as winter approached, she was foraging for her winter supplies, when a howl pierced the silence of the woods."

Đεε pauses, imagining the sound, a shiver running along her spine as she steadies herself, remaining strong in front of the tribe... "It chilled her to the very marrow, and she drew her bow and planted her spear by her feet. At last screaming and hurtling down the mountainside came five great beasts. The arrows struck them and jutted from their sides as their hurtled forth."

Đεε gripping her spear tightly, her knuckles turning white as she continues, a bit more rapidly... "The Huntress took her spear and fought them, dispatching three, and although wounded and exhausted saw victory close, until the woods reverberated with such a moan it seemed as if the very dead would awake. The trees shook as the greatest beast she had never seen burst through in a mass of slavering jowls and serrated teeth and claws."

Đεε pauses, looking around the circle, into the eyes of those in front of her... speaking slowly, deliberately... "This was the mother of the five, and had come to aid her brood. The great Huntress fell beneath its vile onslaught and the beasts tore her apart."

Đεε swallows hard, then looks away, then up to the moons... blinking away a tears, fighting hard to avoid crying in front of her Sisters as she imagines the scene, the carnage... "When the fight was over, and time had grown grass on both the bones and memory; those that watch over us raised in monumental respect stones where the bones lay scattered, and here they still stand."

Đεε inhaling deeply, stiffening her back, her resolve set, she continues... "The Huntress’s name was Arueil Dench..... the first Ki'Kara,..... and it is said that her name has passed on to the tribe that now inhabits this land. Though others deem it comes from the beasts that slew such a great fighter."

Đεε narrowing her gaze, staring at the faces glowing in the warmth of the bonfire, she nods, then slams the spear into the ground... "Whatever, we stand on hallowed ground, and I plant this staff that bears the skull of our history to witness this august occasion. For indeed, we are a tribe of history, be it good or bad, it directs and gives us identity. It legitimizes our presence here. For what is a tribe without history, but a being without memory, existing between nothing and nowhere.

Đεε looks at her sister’s face, " Ki'Kara will live long in our memories... she is WE ... and we are HER... and you all share her name if you are of this band of forest girls... the Ki'Kara!"

Đεε lifts her up her hands and SHOUTS into the air... "KI'KARA"