neema tells about her life on Gor
Born on earth I lived a happy life. I went to school and learned how to read and write. I can’t really remember what happened but one day I woke and found myself on a large plain. Only later did I learn I was never to return home, and that Gor would be where I live from then on.
I got captured within a week after I arrived and had to live the life of a slave, first in the city with a wonderful Master, his name is NightWalker. But at one point our paths split and I wandered from city to city until one happy joyful day I crossed the Jungles of Schendi.....it was there where I met the beautiful Huntress Ashtyn of the Wa Ngao tribe.......She won My heart right that first time our eyes met and I did not leave Her side for many days to come.....serving Her with great pride and devotion as her companion, her lover, her girl, so devoted was I to our love…
And in time my self consciousness and my pride grew....my chin high, my hand lifted and leaning on my trusted spear.....to protect instead of being protected.....to fight rather than staying behind........I needed to be Free to feel the wind through My raven curls..........and She granted it.......it was hard....but it was needed.
I now call the Jungles of Ushindi My Home where I stand proudly and surrounded by My Sisters of the Sa Jerag tribe.......a new Life..........a new beginning..........
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Isalia tells of her life on Gor
1 BELLE - THE URTH CHILD
this girl is only 6 years old and likes to dance.
My mum and dad I love you so.
My mum please say: "Is this girl bad. ?"
Please come , please come and play with me.
Why in the bed all day you stay??
This girl is sad she wants to play.
"My belle , my love, lay on my side"
"I love you so, I love you so,
but on big journey I must go."
"Dont cry my love , I have a gift"
"This ribbons, see, are fine and red,
and when there worn in wind they fly"
"When sad you are, wear them with pride
and in the wind your tears will dry,
and wind will bring your love to me ,
and in the sky the sun will shine"
and in a churchyard this girl cried,
and in the sunset looked to the sky
and in the wind her ribbons fly"
2 ISABEL THE WILD ONE
belle grew big, and pain passed by, but live goes on and with the years she took her tenderness and with the ribbons she made a knot and made big walls in concrete. and then she forgot..... and she freaked out, and drank and blow, and one day she awoke , the world had changed, To a strange land she had been brought.
And in the sunset cried for her urth home.
3 THE BARBARIAN GIRL
A Barbarian girl that's what she was . and one day she ran and came in a big town; and sisters and masters were kind for her, she did her best to kneel and to learn of manners and of serve, but in her heart she was so scared, and there was pain that had no name.
One day the girl sat on the Market Place. She was so new, she did not know much and her understanding of language and of manners was little; and her sisters were wearing beautifull silks , and the Masters were proud and kind, and the Lady's dresses where beautifull.
And in the sunset she looked to the ocean and she was happy but not fulfilled.
4 THE HUNTRESS
and suddenly a Woman appeared, She was Proud and very beautifull , and was wearing a bow and a slave girl on a chain. The Kajira sisters told her She was an Huntress from the Tribes; and when she came nearer, the barbarian girl got tears in her eyes, because the Huntress was wearing Red Ribbons in her hair. And the girl remembered
5 COURAGE
First the barbarian girl she could not speak; her soul was trying to remember and tears were making she could not see right. But concrete walls started to crush.
she heard the wind and saw the ribbons float gently and gather all her courage, looked up for one moment and she said: "Sawubona Huntress, this girl loves Your red ribbons"
6 RED RIBBONS
An Huntress looks to a girl with tears in her eyes, for a moment she did not speak and then she took her red ribbons and gave them to the girl.
Red ribbons are floating in the wind; concrete walls are tumbling down.
A girl moved to the Tribes and learns to serve with fire and in her heart is joy and peace
7. MY MISTRESS
On a beautifull island in the ocean, under a flag of compassion and love, on the highest mountain top, in the thousand colours of a sunset , a Huntress took a collar and clicked it on a girls neck and called her "mine"
And a girl with ribbons in her hair, cried tears of joy when in her heart the last walls was tumbling down, when she was smiling, and beaming and beaming and .... said "My Mistress, your girl loves You"
8. THE GIFT
My lovely Mistress had a partner .... and red ribbons always loved to see the love between my Mistress and her partner.... and one day ..... I was givan away as a gift to the partner of my Mistress..... this girl was a lucky girl.... she had like two Mistresses.... and lived for long time with her two Mistresses on that beautifull island in the Thassa sea....
Then one day there was a big storm... and big winds.... and big waves.... and the island dissapeared in the sea... Lucky thing we were saved.... and since we lived in the Jungles of Ushindi
9. FREEDOM
Often my Mistresses , the En and the Chieftess went away to help sisters in detress.... and sometimes we were raided.... so my Mistress teached me (in secret) to practice with a bow...
and one day I managed to go to a city where my Chieftess was kept prisonner...and I managed to trade her out .... (my god I was so scared).... As a reward, my En, my Mistress gave me my freedom.....
10. TOR OF THE TRIBE
Since that day .... I take care of many in the Tribe of the Sa Jerag.... and fight at the side of my En and of my Chieftess.... and take care of new sisters....
One day the En and the Chieftess said to me .... From now on you will be Tor of the Tribe...
I was .... and I am soooooo proud .... and so happy
but always always I wear my red ribbons
1 BELLE - THE URTH CHILD
this girl is only 6 years old and likes to dance.
My mum and dad I love you so.
My mum please say: "Is this girl bad. ?"
Please come , please come and play with me.
Why in the bed all day you stay??
This girl is sad she wants to play.
"My belle , my love, lay on my side"
"I love you so, I love you so,
but on big journey I must go."
"Dont cry my love , I have a gift"
"This ribbons, see, are fine and red,
and when there worn in wind they fly"
"When sad you are, wear them with pride
and in the wind your tears will dry,
and wind will bring your love to me ,
and in the sky the sun will shine"
and in a churchyard this girl cried,
and in the sunset looked to the sky
and in the wind her ribbons fly"
2 ISABEL THE WILD ONE
belle grew big, and pain passed by, but live goes on and with the years she took her tenderness and with the ribbons she made a knot and made big walls in concrete. and then she forgot..... and she freaked out, and drank and blow, and one day she awoke , the world had changed, To a strange land she had been brought.
And in the sunset cried for her urth home.
3 THE BARBARIAN GIRL
A Barbarian girl that's what she was . and one day she ran and came in a big town; and sisters and masters were kind for her, she did her best to kneel and to learn of manners and of serve, but in her heart she was so scared, and there was pain that had no name.
One day the girl sat on the Market Place. She was so new, she did not know much and her understanding of language and of manners was little; and her sisters were wearing beautifull silks , and the Masters were proud and kind, and the Lady's dresses where beautifull.
And in the sunset she looked to the ocean and she was happy but not fulfilled.
4 THE HUNTRESS
and suddenly a Woman appeared, She was Proud and very beautifull , and was wearing a bow and a slave girl on a chain. The Kajira sisters told her She was an Huntress from the Tribes; and when she came nearer, the barbarian girl got tears in her eyes, because the Huntress was wearing Red Ribbons in her hair. And the girl remembered
5 COURAGE
First the barbarian girl she could not speak; her soul was trying to remember and tears were making she could not see right. But concrete walls started to crush.
she heard the wind and saw the ribbons float gently and gather all her courage, looked up for one moment and she said: "Sawubona Huntress, this girl loves Your red ribbons"
6 RED RIBBONS
An Huntress looks to a girl with tears in her eyes, for a moment she did not speak and then she took her red ribbons and gave them to the girl.
Red ribbons are floating in the wind; concrete walls are tumbling down.
A girl moved to the Tribes and learns to serve with fire and in her heart is joy and peace
7. MY MISTRESS
On a beautifull island in the ocean, under a flag of compassion and love, on the highest mountain top, in the thousand colours of a sunset , a Huntress took a collar and clicked it on a girls neck and called her "mine"
And a girl with ribbons in her hair, cried tears of joy when in her heart the last walls was tumbling down, when she was smiling, and beaming and beaming and .... said "My Mistress, your girl loves You"
8. THE GIFT
My lovely Mistress had a partner .... and red ribbons always loved to see the love between my Mistress and her partner.... and one day ..... I was givan away as a gift to the partner of my Mistress..... this girl was a lucky girl.... she had like two Mistresses.... and lived for long time with her two Mistresses on that beautifull island in the Thassa sea....
Then one day there was a big storm... and big winds.... and big waves.... and the island dissapeared in the sea... Lucky thing we were saved.... and since we lived in the Jungles of Ushindi
9. FREEDOM
Often my Mistresses , the En and the Chieftess went away to help sisters in detress.... and sometimes we were raided.... so my Mistress teached me (in secret) to practice with a bow...
and one day I managed to go to a city where my Chieftess was kept prisonner...and I managed to trade her out .... (my god I was so scared).... As a reward, my En, my Mistress gave me my freedom.....
10. TOR OF THE TRIBE
Since that day .... I take care of many in the Tribe of the Sa Jerag.... and fight at the side of my En and of my Chieftess.... and take care of new sisters....
One day the En and the Chieftess said to me .... From now on you will be Tor of the Tribe...
I was .... and I am soooooo proud .... and so happy
but always always I wear my red ribbons
Lacy tells of her life on Gor
Born of earth, but now of Gor. Her earliest memories of this world are of finding herself in the city of Talmont. Alone, scared, and unaware of the ways of this society, she quickly learns the feel of steel forcibly placed around her neck. Stripped of her clothes and her dignity , she is made to wear the silks of a city kajira. Using her natural charms, and seemingly pleasing looks, she becomes a favorite of the Magistrate, who prefers to have her at his heel. Fortunately for her, she is never made to suffer the ultimate indignity of having to please in the furs. During a time when she wasnt being watched, she slips out of the city. Her first intention is to wander the adjacent woods and lands, but finds herself soon lost and alone, once again. After some time, she finds a harbor, and stows away on a boat. Not caring where it goes, her next stop is Cardonicus, where she is captured and re-collared by a city Warrior. Having her but a few days, her restless spirit has her wandering the woods once more, only to be taken captive by a panther of the Var Viverra She tribe. Making the huntress aware of who's collar she was in, only made the huntress' decision to keep her easier. Out of hate, or spite to the Warrior, she was taken to the tribe camp, and enslaved to the Var Viverra She. During this time is when she has her first experiences with the wild women. She learns the hardships they face, and the courage to make a stand against the male tyranny that rules this world. Here, is where she see's the many huntress' as they come and go about the camp. Watching them fight, spar, and live their lives, the seed is planted within her. This is her calling in this new world. Every chance she had, when no one was around, she picked up a weapon; be it bow, spear or dagger, practicing the art of using each. After uncounted days, the confidence in her own abilities reached a point to where survival in the wilds seemed plausible. She would go alone, and either survive on her own, or find a tribe to join. But this time, she would not be a slave.....she would be a Huntress!
Unknown to the others in the camp, not even the other slaves, she had been storing the items in the woods that she would need for her journey to a new life. Finally, on a day when she knew the others would be gone for an extended time, she made her break for freedom. Her first stop once outside the camp was to where she stashed her new clothing. Tearing off the silks, and replacing them with some borrowed skins from the camp, she immediately felt different....alive for the first time in her lift. She next gathered her weapons, and food rations, then started upon her long trek. Avoiding others, seemingly for days, even weeks maybe, she found herself in the Vosk River region. Having heard a tribe resided in the Hills of Etiocles, she headed that way. Soon, she found them, or they found her. She was tested, and proved herself to be worthy of joining the Pa-Ri-Tor tribe.
Taking to her new life very easily, she rapidly becomes one of the tribes best fighters. Her skills readily apparant, she is asked to be a trainer of weapons and fighting. As time went by, she becomes an Elder of the tribe, a position she was proud to hold. After many passings of the moon, she grows weary of life in the harsh, mountainous region that had become her home. Once again, her restlessness festering inside her, gnawing at her constantly, she gives in, and sets out on a journey to lush, greener lands. She remembers an old friend who was the Chieftess of a Tulana tribe in the tropical jungles, and sets her path that way. Just before her homeland is at the edge of her sight, she turns and looks back once more, pausing and standing motionless. She just stares toward the mountains, until the coolness of the tears running down her cheeks break her from the trance. Wiping her tears and her nose on her sleeve, she sets off again, never to look back until reaching the jungles she had heard about. Welcomed into the Sa' Jerag Talunas, she felt right at home immediately.........and a new chapter starts in her life......
Born of earth, but now of Gor. Her earliest memories of this world are of finding herself in the city of Talmont. Alone, scared, and unaware of the ways of this society, she quickly learns the feel of steel forcibly placed around her neck. Stripped of her clothes and her dignity , she is made to wear the silks of a city kajira. Using her natural charms, and seemingly pleasing looks, she becomes a favorite of the Magistrate, who prefers to have her at his heel. Fortunately for her, she is never made to suffer the ultimate indignity of having to please in the furs. During a time when she wasnt being watched, she slips out of the city. Her first intention is to wander the adjacent woods and lands, but finds herself soon lost and alone, once again. After some time, she finds a harbor, and stows away on a boat. Not caring where it goes, her next stop is Cardonicus, where she is captured and re-collared by a city Warrior. Having her but a few days, her restless spirit has her wandering the woods once more, only to be taken captive by a panther of the Var Viverra She tribe. Making the huntress aware of who's collar she was in, only made the huntress' decision to keep her easier. Out of hate, or spite to the Warrior, she was taken to the tribe camp, and enslaved to the Var Viverra She. During this time is when she has her first experiences with the wild women. She learns the hardships they face, and the courage to make a stand against the male tyranny that rules this world. Here, is where she see's the many huntress' as they come and go about the camp. Watching them fight, spar, and live their lives, the seed is planted within her. This is her calling in this new world. Every chance she had, when no one was around, she picked up a weapon; be it bow, spear or dagger, practicing the art of using each. After uncounted days, the confidence in her own abilities reached a point to where survival in the wilds seemed plausible. She would go alone, and either survive on her own, or find a tribe to join. But this time, she would not be a slave.....she would be a Huntress!
Unknown to the others in the camp, not even the other slaves, she had been storing the items in the woods that she would need for her journey to a new life. Finally, on a day when she knew the others would be gone for an extended time, she made her break for freedom. Her first stop once outside the camp was to where she stashed her new clothing. Tearing off the silks, and replacing them with some borrowed skins from the camp, she immediately felt different....alive for the first time in her lift. She next gathered her weapons, and food rations, then started upon her long trek. Avoiding others, seemingly for days, even weeks maybe, she found herself in the Vosk River region. Having heard a tribe resided in the Hills of Etiocles, she headed that way. Soon, she found them, or they found her. She was tested, and proved herself to be worthy of joining the Pa-Ri-Tor tribe.
Taking to her new life very easily, she rapidly becomes one of the tribes best fighters. Her skills readily apparant, she is asked to be a trainer of weapons and fighting. As time went by, she becomes an Elder of the tribe, a position she was proud to hold. After many passings of the moon, she grows weary of life in the harsh, mountainous region that had become her home. Once again, her restlessness festering inside her, gnawing at her constantly, she gives in, and sets out on a journey to lush, greener lands. She remembers an old friend who was the Chieftess of a Tulana tribe in the tropical jungles, and sets her path that way. Just before her homeland is at the edge of her sight, she turns and looks back once more, pausing and standing motionless. She just stares toward the mountains, until the coolness of the tears running down her cheeks break her from the trance. Wiping her tears and her nose on her sleeve, she sets off again, never to look back until reaching the jungles she had heard about. Welcomed into the Sa' Jerag Talunas, she felt right at home immediately.........and a new chapter starts in her life......
Friday, January 30, 2009
Aten, First Bow of Sa Jerag Talunas in the Jungles of Gor:
Born of earth, but now of Gor. Her earliest memories of this world are of finding herself in the city of Talmont. Alone, scared, and unaware of the ways of this society, she quickly learns the feel of steel forcibly placed around her neck. Stripped of her clothes and her dignity , she is made to wear the silks of a city kajira. Using her natural charms, and seemingly pleasing looks, she becomes a favorite of the Magistrate, who prefers to have her at his heel. Fortunately for her, she is never made to suffer the ultimate indignity of having to please in the furs. During a time when she wasnt being watched, she slips out of the city. Her first intention is to wander the adjacent woods and lands, but finds herself soon lost and alone, once again. After some time, she finds a harbor, and stows away on a boat. Not caring where it goes, her next stop is Cardonicus, where she is captured and re-collared by a city Warrior. Having her but a few days, her restless spirit has her wandering the woods once more, only to be taken captive by a panther of the Var Viverra She tribe. Making the huntress aware of who's collar she was in, only made the huntress' decision to keep her easier. Out of hate, or spite to the Warrior, she was taken to the tribe camp, and enslaved to the Var Viverra She. During this time is when she has her first experiences with the wild women. She learns the hardships they face, and the courage to make a stand against the male tyranny that rules this world. Here, is where she see's the many huntress' as they come and go about the camp. Watching them fight, spar, and live their lives, the seed is planted within her. This is her calling in this new world. Every chance she had, when no one was around, she picked up a weapon; be it bow, spear or dagger, practicing the art of using each. After uncounted days, the confidence in her own abilities reached a point to where survival in the wilds seemed plausible. She would go alone, and either survive on her own, or find a tribe to join. But this time, she would not be a slave.....she would be a Huntress!
Unknown to the others in the camp, not even the other slaves, she had been storing the items in the woods that she would need for her journey to a new life. Finally, on a day when she knew the others would be gone for an extended time, she made her break for freedom. Her first stop once outside the camp was to where she stashed her new clothing. Tearing off the silks, and replacing them with some borrowed skins from the camp, she immediately felt different....alive for the first time in her lift. She next gathered her weapons, and food rations, then started upon her long trek. Avoiding others, seemingly for days, even weeks maybe, she found herself in the Vosk River region. Having heard a tribe resided in the Hills of Etiocles, she headed that way. Soon, she found them, or they found her. She was tested, and proved herself to be worthy of joining the Pa-Ri-Tor tribe.
Taking to her new life very easily, she rapidly becomes one of the tribes best fighters. Her skills readily apparant, she is asked to be a trainer of weapons and fighting. As time went by, she becomes an Elder of the tribe, a position she was proud to hold. After many passings of the moon, she grows weary of life in the harsh, mountainous region that had become her home. Once again, her restlessness festering inside her, gnawing at her constantly, she gives in, and sets out on a journey to lush, greener lands. She remembers an old friend who was the Chieftess of a Taluna tribe in the tropical jungles, and sets her path that way. Just before her homeland is at the edge of her sight, she turns and looks back once more, pausing and standing motionless. She just stares toward the mountains, until the coolness of the tears running down her cheeks break her from the trance. Wiping her tears and her nose on her sleeve, she sets off again, never to look back until reaching the jungles she had heard about. Welcomed into the Sa' Jerag Talunas, she felt right at home immediately.........and a new chapter starts in her life......
Born of earth, but now of Gor. Her earliest memories of this world are of finding herself in the city of Talmont. Alone, scared, and unaware of the ways of this society, she quickly learns the feel of steel forcibly placed around her neck. Stripped of her clothes and her dignity , she is made to wear the silks of a city kajira. Using her natural charms, and seemingly pleasing looks, she becomes a favorite of the Magistrate, who prefers to have her at his heel. Fortunately for her, she is never made to suffer the ultimate indignity of having to please in the furs. During a time when she wasnt being watched, she slips out of the city. Her first intention is to wander the adjacent woods and lands, but finds herself soon lost and alone, once again. After some time, she finds a harbor, and stows away on a boat. Not caring where it goes, her next stop is Cardonicus, where she is captured and re-collared by a city Warrior. Having her but a few days, her restless spirit has her wandering the woods once more, only to be taken captive by a panther of the Var Viverra She tribe. Making the huntress aware of who's collar she was in, only made the huntress' decision to keep her easier. Out of hate, or spite to the Warrior, she was taken to the tribe camp, and enslaved to the Var Viverra She. During this time is when she has her first experiences with the wild women. She learns the hardships they face, and the courage to make a stand against the male tyranny that rules this world. Here, is where she see's the many huntress' as they come and go about the camp. Watching them fight, spar, and live their lives, the seed is planted within her. This is her calling in this new world. Every chance she had, when no one was around, she picked up a weapon; be it bow, spear or dagger, practicing the art of using each. After uncounted days, the confidence in her own abilities reached a point to where survival in the wilds seemed plausible. She would go alone, and either survive on her own, or find a tribe to join. But this time, she would not be a slave.....she would be a Huntress!
Unknown to the others in the camp, not even the other slaves, she had been storing the items in the woods that she would need for her journey to a new life. Finally, on a day when she knew the others would be gone for an extended time, she made her break for freedom. Her first stop once outside the camp was to where she stashed her new clothing. Tearing off the silks, and replacing them with some borrowed skins from the camp, she immediately felt different....alive for the first time in her lift. She next gathered her weapons, and food rations, then started upon her long trek. Avoiding others, seemingly for days, even weeks maybe, she found herself in the Vosk River region. Having heard a tribe resided in the Hills of Etiocles, she headed that way. Soon, she found them, or they found her. She was tested, and proved herself to be worthy of joining the Pa-Ri-Tor tribe.
Taking to her new life very easily, she rapidly becomes one of the tribes best fighters. Her skills readily apparant, she is asked to be a trainer of weapons and fighting. As time went by, she becomes an Elder of the tribe, a position she was proud to hold. After many passings of the moon, she grows weary of life in the harsh, mountainous region that had become her home. Once again, her restlessness festering inside her, gnawing at her constantly, she gives in, and sets out on a journey to lush, greener lands. She remembers an old friend who was the Chieftess of a Taluna tribe in the tropical jungles, and sets her path that way. Just before her homeland is at the edge of her sight, she turns and looks back once more, pausing and standing motionless. She just stares toward the mountains, until the coolness of the tears running down her cheeks break her from the trance. Wiping her tears and her nose on her sleeve, she sets off again, never to look back until reaching the jungles she had heard about. Welcomed into the Sa' Jerag Talunas, she felt right at home immediately.........and a new chapter starts in her life......
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Nyah: Scout of Sa Jerag
The lonely sound of a ship’s bell in the distance pierces the blackness of the night
Water slaps against a smooth, sandy rivers edge in rhythm with each ripple.
SUDDENLY, embers invade the darkness. A dimly lit hand brings the old sun dried scrolls to the ember. A plume of yellow-white flame flares and illuminates my battered face , I’m born in GOR, with my younger sister, Morana. The forest, my home, where we grew up together, learning to survive, scouting & free!
My raven black hair is wet and matted. Face drips with water or sweat. A large cut runs the length of my face from the corner of the eye to my chin. It bleeds freely. There’s a sound of unbuttoning of clothing
Two feet straddle my legs. A stream of urine flows in between & by my torso where my exhausted body failed me
I look up at the male. A look of realization crosses my face. It is followed by frustration, anger, and finally resignation.
A voice from the darkness whispers, “How are you Nyah?”
The reply’s slight. “There’s something wrong with my legs….they wont move”
The male stays in the shadow, a sarcastic “Awww” whispered.
“Why NOW, why my sister…where are you taking her?”
A soft “SSsssh”, ”She’s ripe & luscious, ready for the picking!”
“Take me instead, she’s too young, please for gor’s sake!” Tormented I try to make out the silhouette.
“…and ruin the hunt Nyah? Come, come, I want to see you track us down and your sister” voice begins to melt into the night sky. I scan the darkness for him.
CRACK!!!
A log connects with my head, my body is spun around with the force, I roll over unconscious.
Years pass I scout the forests, mountains, cities, picking up clues, pursue sightings, bribe, use males looking for my sister I search every point on the compass My scouting skills tuned to the highest level, however I still cant find herr. The loss of Morana makes me withdraw, an outcast, shunned by some panther’s and chased off their lands.
My canoe docked in the Sa Jerag jungles, the huntresses showed no aggression to me and welcomed me into their camp, I stay there now and scout for them they offer unconditional love, one day I’ll find my sister.........one day
The lonely sound of a ship’s bell in the distance pierces the blackness of the night
Water slaps against a smooth, sandy rivers edge in rhythm with each ripple.
SUDDENLY, embers invade the darkness. A dimly lit hand brings the old sun dried scrolls to the ember. A plume of yellow-white flame flares and illuminates my battered face , I’m born in GOR, with my younger sister, Morana. The forest, my home, where we grew up together, learning to survive, scouting & free!
My raven black hair is wet and matted. Face drips with water or sweat. A large cut runs the length of my face from the corner of the eye to my chin. It bleeds freely. There’s a sound of unbuttoning of clothing
Two feet straddle my legs. A stream of urine flows in between & by my torso where my exhausted body failed me
I look up at the male. A look of realization crosses my face. It is followed by frustration, anger, and finally resignation.
A voice from the darkness whispers, “How are you Nyah?”
The reply’s slight. “There’s something wrong with my legs….they wont move”
The male stays in the shadow, a sarcastic “Awww” whispered.
“Why NOW, why my sister…where are you taking her?”
A soft “SSsssh”, ”She’s ripe & luscious, ready for the picking!”
“Take me instead, she’s too young, please for gor’s sake!” Tormented I try to make out the silhouette.
“…and ruin the hunt Nyah? Come, come, I want to see you track us down and your sister” voice begins to melt into the night sky. I scan the darkness for him.
CRACK!!!
A log connects with my head, my body is spun around with the force, I roll over unconscious.
Years pass I scout the forests, mountains, cities, picking up clues, pursue sightings, bribe, use males looking for my sister I search every point on the compass My scouting skills tuned to the highest level, however I still cant find herr. The loss of Morana makes me withdraw, an outcast, shunned by some panther’s and chased off their lands.
My canoe docked in the Sa Jerag jungles, the huntresses showed no aggression to me and welcomed me into their camp, I stay there now and scout for them they offer unconditional love, one day I’ll find my sister.........one day
Cathli, Chieftess of Sa Jerag
Who am I? - I am the Chieftess of the Sa Jerag tribe.
Who was I? - I was born, the daughter of a merchant who had retired from business to the island of Cos where my elder brother and I were raised by Him after the death of my mother in childbirth.
Why am I a Taluna? - Before I was Taluna I was a slave, captured by pirates in a brutal raid on the island, where my father was killed and my brother and I were taken for sale in the slave markets of Port Kar.
Why then am I not a slave? - For the carelessness of the Pirate who gambled me away for drinking money to a Merchant of Tarnburg.
Then why am I still not a slave? - The journey to Tarnburg is many pasangs, and I was taken in a covered wagon with many others for sale in the markets of Tarnburg. Close by the city in the woods of Tarnburg, when we only had a short distance left to travel, the caravan was raided by fierce Women of the woods, outlaws who seized anything of value they could take.
Who took Me? - Loniki Loudon. She took Me as Her personal slave
Why did She take Me? - She told Me since that She took pity on the poor bundle of silks thrown out of the wagon in the panic of the attack.
Why am I still not a slave? - She chained Me and led Me on foot past bands who hunted Her and her Sisters down, till I thought I could walk no more and I would die from the hardship of the journey. She took me to the Panther camp of the Keh'ra Jerag as her personal slave. She taught Me how to hunt a bosk and skin a tabuk, how to live off berries in the Northern Woods. How to scent the smell of a raider when He was many pasangs away, how to move as silent as the night under the nose of the Hunter. She taught Me too what is beautiful that Men seek to prey on and what it is they want, and how a wild dance or a serve can please.
Why am I still not a slave? - She taught Me how to stand, released Me free as the wind in the jungles of Schendi where We had fled to escape the constant fear of raids and captures.
Why am I Taluna? Because I can live in the deep jungle, away from the wars of the cities and from the eyes of the world. Because it is my own hand that fashions my arrows and sharpens my spear for the hunt or to protect mine. And because My famiily is always with Me.
What am I? - I am Chieftess, I am partner to the One who loves Me as I love Her.
I am Chieftess to Her En
She is fire to my water
She is sun to my earth
She is everything to my nothing
She is sky to my ocean
She is laughter to my sadness
She is the sound that breaks my silence
She is love to my love
She is company to my loneliness
She is my desire
She is my love
She lets me walk in her shadow and dance in her moons
She is En an I am Chieftess
Why am I Chieftess? - because I am always proud of the Sisters who stay with Us...the tribe We all are. I feel the love they bring to each other and the desire to protect and care for each other. It is my honour to be their Chieftess.
Who am I? - I am the Chieftess of the Sa Jerag tribe.
Who was I? - I was born, the daughter of a merchant who had retired from business to the island of Cos where my elder brother and I were raised by Him after the death of my mother in childbirth.
Why am I a Taluna? - Before I was Taluna I was a slave, captured by pirates in a brutal raid on the island, where my father was killed and my brother and I were taken for sale in the slave markets of Port Kar.
Why then am I not a slave? - For the carelessness of the Pirate who gambled me away for drinking money to a Merchant of Tarnburg.
Then why am I still not a slave? - The journey to Tarnburg is many pasangs, and I was taken in a covered wagon with many others for sale in the markets of Tarnburg. Close by the city in the woods of Tarnburg, when we only had a short distance left to travel, the caravan was raided by fierce Women of the woods, outlaws who seized anything of value they could take.
Who took Me? - Loniki Loudon. She took Me as Her personal slave
Why did She take Me? - She told Me since that She took pity on the poor bundle of silks thrown out of the wagon in the panic of the attack.
Why am I still not a slave? - She chained Me and led Me on foot past bands who hunted Her and her Sisters down, till I thought I could walk no more and I would die from the hardship of the journey. She took me to the Panther camp of the Keh'ra Jerag as her personal slave. She taught Me how to hunt a bosk and skin a tabuk, how to live off berries in the Northern Woods. How to scent the smell of a raider when He was many pasangs away, how to move as silent as the night under the nose of the Hunter. She taught Me too what is beautiful that Men seek to prey on and what it is they want, and how a wild dance or a serve can please.
Why am I still not a slave? - She taught Me how to stand, released Me free as the wind in the jungles of Schendi where We had fled to escape the constant fear of raids and captures.
Why am I Taluna? Because I can live in the deep jungle, away from the wars of the cities and from the eyes of the world. Because it is my own hand that fashions my arrows and sharpens my spear for the hunt or to protect mine. And because My famiily is always with Me.
What am I? - I am Chieftess, I am partner to the One who loves Me as I love Her.
I am Chieftess to Her En
She is fire to my water
She is sun to my earth
She is everything to my nothing
She is sky to my ocean
She is laughter to my sadness
She is the sound that breaks my silence
She is love to my love
She is company to my loneliness
She is my desire
She is my love
She lets me walk in her shadow and dance in her moons
She is En an I am Chieftess
Why am I Chieftess? - because I am always proud of the Sisters who stay with Us...the tribe We all are. I feel the love they bring to each other and the desire to protect and care for each other. It is my honour to be their Chieftess.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
On Urth, this girl's name was Destiny Daines. Here this girl doesnt know if she has a name. Taken from my planet at least four weeks ago, this girl awoke on this strange new world called Gor. This girl has no remembrance of the events surrounding her coming here. This girl quickly realised that her life has changed forever. She was now a slave, kajira, on this planet.
At first I was defiant. I would not follow commnds and I would not listen. But punishment was always swift and fierce. I realized that in order to survive, I must accept this new role.
My first weeks seemed to consist of moving from place to place, collar to collar, chain to chain. Nights spent in overcrowded cells, beaten constantly, forced to walk miles without food or water, chained to other kajira like animals. I vowed right then that this would change one day. But I would have to wait. Changing this life will not come easy.
My first break came aboard a ship. Taken aboard with many other slaves, one night the crew became drunk. One crew member decided to have his way with me. He unchained my wrists and legs, but left his guard down. I swiftly kicked him in the groin, and then brought the shackles down upon his head. Grabbing whatever I could to aid me in escape, I quickly ran up to the deck and leaped over the side of the boat.
The next days were one of great hardship. My jump from the boat and swim to shore had placed me in a deep, dark jungle. On Urth I had been an athlete and an outdoorswoman, I hoped my training and skills would be of use on Gor.
I wandered the jungle, eating whatever I could find. Lichens, small fish captured in ponds, grubs I dug from the bark of fallen trees. But I had to be careful. Being unfamiliar with this planet I had no I dea what was safe to eat and what could be deadly.
I slept at night with one eye open. This was a new place, I did not know what dangers lurked here. I was surviving, but I was growing weaker each day.
One day I encountered a female in the forest. She did not see me, so I followed her. Afert traveling several miles she came to a village. I stayed hidden in the tree line and watched. It seemed that the village consisted entirely of women. I decided to stay and observe this tribe for awhile, see if I could learn any skills.
Three days passed as I watched the tribe each day I grew weaker, unable to find all the sustenance I needed. I had to come to a decision. In the jungle I faced death. With the tribe I faced life. Waht kind of life I did not know. It was apparent that that they had slaves also. I decided my only course of action was to approach this tribe, even if it meant going back into slavery. I turned myself in to this tribe, ready to accept a new life, but the weapons I had stolen from the boat I kept hidden in the forest. One day I will need them.
I am now kajira to the Sa Jerag Taluna. This girl finds its not so bad. I am learning the four basics and I do feel loved. Those elements in me that make me what I am, defiance and pride, will also be my tools to make this girl the best of the kajirae. I will become the best on Gor. For I have a destiny to fulfill. And that destiny is to become a warrior of Gor. This is but a step on that journey.
You can call a tree a rock...but it does not make it so. I do not mind the life of kajira...but I will never be anyone's dog.
At first I was defiant. I would not follow commnds and I would not listen. But punishment was always swift and fierce. I realized that in order to survive, I must accept this new role.
My first weeks seemed to consist of moving from place to place, collar to collar, chain to chain. Nights spent in overcrowded cells, beaten constantly, forced to walk miles without food or water, chained to other kajira like animals. I vowed right then that this would change one day. But I would have to wait. Changing this life will not come easy.
My first break came aboard a ship. Taken aboard with many other slaves, one night the crew became drunk. One crew member decided to have his way with me. He unchained my wrists and legs, but left his guard down. I swiftly kicked him in the groin, and then brought the shackles down upon his head. Grabbing whatever I could to aid me in escape, I quickly ran up to the deck and leaped over the side of the boat.
The next days were one of great hardship. My jump from the boat and swim to shore had placed me in a deep, dark jungle. On Urth I had been an athlete and an outdoorswoman, I hoped my training and skills would be of use on Gor.
I wandered the jungle, eating whatever I could find. Lichens, small fish captured in ponds, grubs I dug from the bark of fallen trees. But I had to be careful. Being unfamiliar with this planet I had no I dea what was safe to eat and what could be deadly.
I slept at night with one eye open. This was a new place, I did not know what dangers lurked here. I was surviving, but I was growing weaker each day.
One day I encountered a female in the forest. She did not see me, so I followed her. Afert traveling several miles she came to a village. I stayed hidden in the tree line and watched. It seemed that the village consisted entirely of women. I decided to stay and observe this tribe for awhile, see if I could learn any skills.
Three days passed as I watched the tribe each day I grew weaker, unable to find all the sustenance I needed. I had to come to a decision. In the jungle I faced death. With the tribe I faced life. Waht kind of life I did not know. It was apparent that that they had slaves also. I decided my only course of action was to approach this tribe, even if it meant going back into slavery. I turned myself in to this tribe, ready to accept a new life, but the weapons I had stolen from the boat I kept hidden in the forest. One day I will need them.
I am now kajira to the Sa Jerag Taluna. This girl finds its not so bad. I am learning the four basics and I do feel loved. Those elements in me that make me what I am, defiance and pride, will also be my tools to make this girl the best of the kajirae. I will become the best on Gor. For I have a destiny to fulfill. And that destiny is to become a warrior of Gor. This is but a step on that journey.
You can call a tree a rock...but it does not make it so. I do not mind the life of kajira...but I will never be anyone's dog.
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