Post by Kusangi on Sept 23, 2008 19:43:15 GMT 8
Long, long ago, when the land was bright and free, there were three sisters; Avari, Baruma and Cyrien. They were the wild dogs of the land, free to roam wherever they pleased. But the sisters were naive to the ploys of Man, and when Man began invading their desert home they left them to their own devices. Man spread quickly, and the sisters soon became aware of the encroaching civilisations on their land.
The Sisters had never disagreed upon anything before, as there was never anything to disagree upon. Yet when the imminent threat of the Man came upon them, they were torn three separate ways. Avari, the oldest sister and the calmest of the three, said to leave them be. They would be too strong to drive off and it would be too risky to try. Hide, she said, hide and wait. Baruma, the second sister, the most aggressive and fierce, said to attack while they could, as the only defence they could show. Then they would realise what is rightfully ours. Cyrien, the youngest and the most innocent and curious of the three, said to join them, as their only chance of survival, otherwise they would have no chance.
Then followed a bitter fight, blows exchanged, words regretted, and the three sisters left each oher.
Avari and her followers hid themselves in the dense eucalypt forests at the base of the valley, hidden from Man’s prying eyes.
Baruma and her followers settled themselves upon the Ridge, circling high above the human town, so they could watch over all of Man’s doings.
Cyrien, however, had fallen in love. And not with another wild dog, but a dog of Man. She was happy for a time, with the dog’s kind owner and their intriguing house, but began to keen for the wild once more. She left, carrying the pups of her young ones, and sought her sisters in the surrounding land for their forgiveness and acceptance back into their lives. But when they saw her heavily pregnant, they cast her out from the wild, banning her and any who followed from entering their land again. So she was forced to live in and around the human town. Her lover had abandoned her, and the owner moved on, so she was left to fend for herself. As the years passed, she gathered followers of her own, and formed her own pack named after her, as did Avari and Baruma.
The current of mistrust between the packs remain to this day, but the dogs of the packs often roam into another’s territories, whether accidental or not....
The Sisters had never disagreed upon anything before, as there was never anything to disagree upon. Yet when the imminent threat of the Man came upon them, they were torn three separate ways. Avari, the oldest sister and the calmest of the three, said to leave them be. They would be too strong to drive off and it would be too risky to try. Hide, she said, hide and wait. Baruma, the second sister, the most aggressive and fierce, said to attack while they could, as the only defence they could show. Then they would realise what is rightfully ours. Cyrien, the youngest and the most innocent and curious of the three, said to join them, as their only chance of survival, otherwise they would have no chance.
Then followed a bitter fight, blows exchanged, words regretted, and the three sisters left each oher.
Avari and her followers hid themselves in the dense eucalypt forests at the base of the valley, hidden from Man’s prying eyes.
Baruma and her followers settled themselves upon the Ridge, circling high above the human town, so they could watch over all of Man’s doings.
Cyrien, however, had fallen in love. And not with another wild dog, but a dog of Man. She was happy for a time, with the dog’s kind owner and their intriguing house, but began to keen for the wild once more. She left, carrying the pups of her young ones, and sought her sisters in the surrounding land for their forgiveness and acceptance back into their lives. But when they saw her heavily pregnant, they cast her out from the wild, banning her and any who followed from entering their land again. So she was forced to live in and around the human town. Her lover had abandoned her, and the owner moved on, so she was left to fend for herself. As the years passed, she gathered followers of her own, and formed her own pack named after her, as did Avari and Baruma.
The current of mistrust between the packs remain to this day, but the dogs of the packs often roam into another’s territories, whether accidental or not....