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A chief who can not hold his spear, is no chief at all...



Rai'thulu woke, as if he had never slept, it was cold, So so cold, he stood upon a rock, he looked down to see his hand less worn, his banded hair hung down still a Golding blonde, no grey in sight... He was the tribe champion, as he once was, he looked before him as the sound rushed in like opening a door to a blizzard, they they stood, at least forty Susi Tribe warriors, hunters, handy men alike, spears in their hands, his brother beside him, snapping for his attention, "Brother, Brother he said..." as Rai got his attention together, his control was not his own, flashing back, a dreamscape... the men stirred, it was the year that the southern came to poach from the land, and refused to turn back... Rai got he breath together and began to prepare the men, his brother smiling admirably to him, Kaiju's father No less...

"Snow is so pure, so white, men have been blinded by its unforgiving reflection, men have wandered in circles in a blizzard until their legs can carry them no longer, but these men, were not born in snow, there hand was not wrapped around a spear at the age of ten, they know not, the life of my people, and when they step on our snow, they will know, they are not safe, no matter how clad they come, covered in steel, blades and tin hats, we, are Lossoth, and this, is our home! and they will face the wrath of Forochel today!"

The men stirred and poured into the canyon, the southerners drew blades as they heard the cries of angry northerners, pouring into their large caravan through the dense mist, snow fell as blood splattered, the blood on the snow was almost an iconic image for a Lossoth warrior, spears flung as the snow-bear Rai'thulu, plunged into the greedy men of the south, they cowered as he threw them, tearing life from their eyes as he twisted his spear within them, his movements accompanied by a gruff growl....

By the end of the massacre many fell, boys became men, and where Rai'thulu and the Lossoth howled their victories, Kaiju's father approached, dripping with blood, not his own, the young Rai'thulu disregarded his brothers concern, reveling in the bloodshed, he did not heed the warning from his wiser brother, that a counter attack could be lethal... It was said among the elders that Jekono, should have be the next cheif, for he was smart, and thought of the future, but their father saw only Rai'thulu's might, the ferocity he brought out in the warriors, and chose to stay blind to his recklessness, the elders dispute the fact to this day, if Jekono should have always been the chief...

 

As these thoughts raced through Rai's head he woke, in the present day, in a small cave in Forochel, north of the canyon, a group of sturdy hunters and warriors with him, they scouted north, heeding the words of Orome, or so the shaman whispered, that north is where the tribe should be... Times like this he wished he had his brother around to guide him, he glanced up, as the world felt as it it rested on his shoulders, his son, the eldest no less, Taró, kneeled beside him, he was a big lad, late twenties, much like his father, he was running a bandage round his hand, his son always resented the rumors that Kaiju lead next... but never dared question the snow-bear's choice, for that was only acceptable of the elders, and the gods....

The mountain of a man looked down, as he son pushed the chief's spear shaft into his hand, and wrapped his worn fingers around it... "You can go on father, they must not see you like this, you will be fine once you are up..." It was true, The men felt invincible wandering with the snow-bear, and showing weakness would achieve no sorrow, only doubt, he was not sure if his brother, would have been happy about his daughter becoming chief, but it was owed to him... or so Rai thought... and she was a good girl, and showed promise his own children didn't, Taro was fierce in battle, but he was rude, foul-tempered, and diplomacy had its time, even in the snow.

May the journey home be safe, and may the game be plentiful.

 

((For any outsiders looking for a way into the Forochel based kinship Se Valkoinen Susi Tribe and the RP happening up there, and would like to insert a character into the tribe, a warrior sort, you could easily become a returning warrior or hunter with the chief if you wanted, theres other ways to get involved, this is a brief window of opportunity :) ))