Slide 9: Orsee
Her eyes where as sharp as the blade she held in her hands, her hair as thin and wavy and dark as dead grass, her frame as young and fruitfull as the robins that flown in the trees by her side. She spoke very little, looked at others even less, and when she was forced to do her inportant humanliy duties she did them as a chore. She was a now rejected female warrior of the Orsee tribe. The female warriors, now that was a replacement. Thirty years before the yong warrior's mother bore her a large war had happened between them and the before nearby tribe of Loreespace had gotten into what had seemed to be the last war. The Orsee had one after five long years of gore, and the Orsee that where left abandoned their land and traveled off into the fog off the large island on many small boats, mostly only women and children left. Only men left where the oldest of the oldest and the youngest of the young. Some of the mothers tried their luck and married off their young daughters to the men left of the Orsee tribe so that their kin could live on in case the long jounrey across the foggy lake ended in starvastion and death. The young warrior thought of that time often for her mother was one of those many young daughters. She always wondered what happened to her now dead Loreespace kin fared, if the women old and child lived through the jounrey, she hoped they did live, and that they'd never come back. The female warriors however, came out of the war between the Orsee and the Loreespace. Though Orsee had won the war and all the many battles between the two these past hundrid years, they had taken the worst hit at the very end. Most of the men had died, most of all in working and fighting age. And they where weak. Therefor the tribe leader and his oldest living son (then 9) decided to train the women of working age in the meantime, and incourage the living couples to bare as many children as possible. If a couple could only raise a few, then the community around them would help. The numbers for the boys had of course by now gotten a lot better, Many lasting problems had remained, one many women had couples with one man, some lasting men could have as many as five lovers, and that wasn't a way to live. Second, the female warriors. The first two decades had worked well, there hadn't been any fighting with other tribes for there where no tribes near. But the hunting was hard at first, soon after the fall of the men the local killer black boars come to hunt down their flocks and take advatage of them, but when the female warriors came round after a few good years of training they took down the boars as much as they could, of course they boars never fully go away. The boars had been here forever seemingly. They had been here long before any man and would be after. The female warriors where going a little 'out of voge' there star was falling. The boys their sisters had bore and adopted sisters where growing, the warriors had helped raise those boys into men, but they where taking their places and easily. A lot of the warriors started taking a early retuirment so to speak and had married and started raising their own. A lot where still around for the oldest of those new warrior men, though stronger even now, where still young and not as wise as the women that where already there. Now our warrior we had been following, she was of course, not young and had no plans to wed. But she wasn't working now, for her plans had been intercetted when two months ago the largest of the female boars inlarged with milk and red eyed with teers, found out that the warriors had killed her four pups and she took her reveine that night. No warriors died, for our warrior had leaped in front of the boar right before striking a fast below upon a group of women, and she had held her mouth down while her allies stabbed the greaving beast. Unfortanitly for our warrior in the end she was thrown back and her legs cracked upon the ground. She had been laid to rest in life for a while now, it too her a good few weeks just to get out of bed. Normally a person who had been injured like that could barely walk again, and with the younger newer men coming in it wasn't like they were exactly desperate for good hands on deck. Everyone in the tribe took well care of her but she wasn't satificed to just watch everything go on by. She had already passed exspetaions by being able to walk somewhat within a week. Even still though with her walking almost normal and only near the ends of the day did she need a cain to keep her along, but she was overall weaker then she used to be. She tried to keep busy by working with the normal gatherer unmarried women. And she was busy and it was a different sort of work she didn't mind much, but it wasn't for her. So her strong thick shoulders and thidges where slowly even now turning into more of a normal look for a woman her age. It had been suggested by her own mother and other women gathers that were not one of the warriors, that she ought to give up on these fighting dreams and be better off marrying a man in the tribe and start a family, it may be hard for her to walk now, but if she was already doing better, she could surely raise children on her feet. She could have sons, keep the great langth of her tribe going and living on. But the child life or the love life did not seem to suit her well she thought. So she denined that. Where was she now? Confused and unknown future. Her other warriors hounered her but overall seeing her fight on for her strangth was a sad and unsightly thing, so they ingored her, seeing a wonded deer soon to be eaten by the boars. She was not so easily taken out. Now she walked down the grassy fields, in the past she would have taken notes of the deer paths along the grass lines, when she was a hunter of course. She looked out at the light blue sky with a dull face away from the village, she needed to be away from there every once and a while. “Killsha...” A voice called out, the woman's eyes widened and she looked all around but there was no soul. “Keep your sights to the South...” “Who are you sprit?!” The woman called keeping herself close wishing she had a wepond to hold. The sprists on the island weren't friendly, that was for sure. “You must go to the South, keep from the West, know the East, remember the North...” The woman tried to keep herself calm and held her tounge listening. “Don't forest the East, go to the South...” The East? The woman thought, she was facing the East now, that's where her mother used to live when her mother's clan was alive, She wasn't there now but she was facing it. The South was by the fishing seas. “Go to the South Killsha...” And then finally the voice finally faded off into the skies and into space above the earth. Leaving the woman there standing for a few good minties thinking on what had just happened. Thinking and moving over those words chewing them over. Her face had turned softer and hands covered over her stomache. Finally a need a story went over her head, and her singed, looked to the sky hardly and started walking over to the ocean looking for what was really there. If she didn't find anything there that day, then she would turn along home and try again.
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