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11 Jul 2014 21:12It had been hundreds of years since the mother of Khemrys Clan had tumbled out of a portal into the midst of a multi-Clan gathering in a terrified, panicked spill of pale skin and human size. She'd been covered immediately, white creature that she was the sun was not her friend and Alnat was present and so took her under their care. Decades passed before she spoke with them and told what had happened on the other side of the portal, decades more before she truly became one with the Clans.
Her children, though, bred true to her skin, and hair despite their fathers; although their father's eyes showed - albeit in pale shades, teeth and form were as tall, strong, and not human at all. As centuries moved on the Old Blood bred slowly, but true as well, and the Clan formed as Clans amongst the Katzu do. Not the largest of the Clans, but not quite the smallest, they were as beloved and well come as any other new Clan if rather more likely to cast away from their Clan and live with others to gift their powers and abilities to the Katzu as a whole than many.
Their Mother, though, was always and ever the central hub of the Clan and her own powers, indeed her very existence, was a Katzu secret and she was to be protected as strongly as the Territories themselves.
Hundreds of years, but even in the life of the Katzu that was not too many generations, and so some of the aged and some of the young found themselves at the place their Mother had come from, and when their power opened it they stepped forth to see what would be seen.
A ruin, not the place that she had come from but rather the place she had been raised, and although the Katzu were not ones with great love for buildings still it seemed right to put back what once was there and raise the building she had spoken with such love about. To be certain there were bad memories as well, but in the lives of the long-lived there comes a time when the familiar is as dear be it ill as be it good.
In time men came, as men do, and the great size of these Old Ones came as useful to battle as it was to the hunting they preferred. Powers were not used, other than the healers, for it went against the Katzu culture to destroy what might instead be changed and powers would turn more hands against them than mere size and strength.
A time later the Wereriders came, and then the fights grew serious. True, both sides began with speech; but as the 'riders demanded that the Katzu follow the law they followed they were met with a gentle derision for the culture of the Katzu was millennia long and the addition of Old Blood was very new to it indeed.
Things became strained when the 'riders showed their strength; great pards and wolves and the giant bears that lumbered amongst them; and more strained yet when from the top of their stone wall the 'riders of the Katzu lept from two limbs and landed on four limbs with subtle patterns and bold - and teeth longer than the legs of those bears. They wove and twisted around each other until spots and stripes and splotches seemed almost to climb onto the skin of those who had none of their own and the women above poorly hid their laughter behind upraised hands at the expressions of the Old Ones native to the world they stood on.
Her children, though, bred true to her skin, and hair despite their fathers; although their father's eyes showed - albeit in pale shades, teeth and form were as tall, strong, and not human at all. As centuries moved on the Old Blood bred slowly, but true as well, and the Clan formed as Clans amongst the Katzu do. Not the largest of the Clans, but not quite the smallest, they were as beloved and well come as any other new Clan if rather more likely to cast away from their Clan and live with others to gift their powers and abilities to the Katzu as a whole than many.
Their Mother, though, was always and ever the central hub of the Clan and her own powers, indeed her very existence, was a Katzu secret and she was to be protected as strongly as the Territories themselves.
Hundreds of years, but even in the life of the Katzu that was not too many generations, and so some of the aged and some of the young found themselves at the place their Mother had come from, and when their power opened it they stepped forth to see what would be seen.
A ruin, not the place that she had come from but rather the place she had been raised, and although the Katzu were not ones with great love for buildings still it seemed right to put back what once was there and raise the building she had spoken with such love about. To be certain there were bad memories as well, but in the lives of the long-lived there comes a time when the familiar is as dear be it ill as be it good.
In time men came, as men do, and the great size of these Old Ones came as useful to battle as it was to the hunting they preferred. Powers were not used, other than the healers, for it went against the Katzu culture to destroy what might instead be changed and powers would turn more hands against them than mere size and strength.
A time later the Wereriders came, and then the fights grew serious. True, both sides began with speech; but as the 'riders demanded that the Katzu follow the law they followed they were met with a gentle derision for the culture of the Katzu was millennia long and the addition of Old Blood was very new to it indeed.
Things became strained when the 'riders showed their strength; great pards and wolves and the giant bears that lumbered amongst them; and more strained yet when from the top of their stone wall the 'riders of the Katzu lept from two limbs and landed on four limbs with subtle patterns and bold - and teeth longer than the legs of those bears. They wove and twisted around each other until spots and stripes and splotches seemed almost to climb onto the skin of those who had none of their own and the women above poorly hid their laughter behind upraised hands at the expressions of the Old Ones native to the world they stood on.