I had another killing tonight, one that I am still trying to accept.
I was hoping that we would be heading back to the Lair, we had cheese, weapons, sugar, and chocolate. I was feeling relaxed, my belongings had been picked up by our kajirae, and I was standing out in the surf, enjoying the feel of the waves over my feet. I heard two of my scouts returning, they were my 'A' team, and they had been told to really work over the new trainee. She had shown a lot of promise and skill, and if she survived the tests from the two of them, she would be marked to rapidly move up our ranks. I was really pleased to see the trainee's sweaty face and body appear with my scouts, the trainee was looking tired, but determined, and she had survived!...and then the males appeared between us!
The male's Leader was after my scouts, and the trainee, and I quickly moved in. We were in the area where it is not really clear if there is no combat allowed. I was able to get the point of my spear at the Leaders throat, for some reason he wasn't trying to fight me. His men moved in, but we were at an impasse. If he cued his men in, I would kill him. If I killed him, I would be killed. My scouts were ready with their quivas, and the trainee was holding her spear, and we stood for a while.
He suddenly moved towards me, and I thrust, and killed him. Thinking back, I am not really sure if he was making an aggressive move, or playing, or trying to kiss me. Whatever his intent was...I killed him...
I guess that whatever he intended was shown by his men. I expected to be killed, but they put their weapons away, and respectfully carried him away. I was ignored by them. I stayed where I was, and watched as they carried him away.
Afterwards, I watched the scouts and the trainee scurry by and into the safety of our camp. I then walked over to the edge of the Thassa, and looked out for a while. I then began to scream, and cry as I had never cried before. I broke the spear up several times over my knee and threw the pieces into the sea. Finally, I knelt, and, holding my head in my hands, crooned a dirge from my people, and then crawled into the sand, not bothering with sleeping furs. I didn't sleep, though, and my cries of regret and grief rang out over the beach all night.
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