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EverHobbes is going by ‘The Make Snake’ now, but the fantastic art is still the same!

Here’s Lythienne Eyereth getting her tribal on, and most of her clothes off. (The poor thing is one sneeze away from a wardrobe malfunction...)

“I never fell in love so easily

Where the four winds blow, I carry on

I'd like to take you where my spirit flies

Through the empty skies we go alone

Never before having flown…

Faster than lightning is this heart of mine

In the face of time, I carry on

I'd like to take you where my rainbow ends

Be my lover, friend

We go alone

Never before having flown…

I am your hurricane, your fire in the sun!

How long must I live in the air?

You are my paradise, my angel on the run!

How long must I wait?

It's the dawn of the feeling that starts from the moment you're there…

You'll never know what you have done for me

You broke up all those rules I live upon

I'd like to take you to my Shangri-La!

Neither here or far away from home

Never before having flown…”

Bee Gees, ‘Spirits Having Flown’

“I came to the so-called ‘Living Land’ to understand its faiths better. It is true, yes, that this realm has tremendous spiritual power, and much may be possible here that would not be elsewhere. One literally feels nearer one’s god, and there is something special in that.

That said, I will never understand humans.

Or these ‘edeinos’ lizard creatures. I am not opposed to their simplistic tribal beliefs, but I do not understand what drives their faith.

As far as I understand, they worship their ‘living goddess’, Lanala, whose physical form manifests freely within Takta Ker and its colony here. She desires to feel new sensations, so they are hedonists for her, experiencing new things so she too might feel them too. One wonders why she cannot seek out these experiences herself if she’s that powerful?

Their faith is named ‘Keta Kalles’ and it is essentially a race cult like my own. However, they short-sightedly permit those from other races who are ‘Chosen’ to become priests also. Their laity (essentially everyone here) are termed ‘jakatts’, while those who fulfil the duties of Life are called ‘optants’ and are similar to human druids or shamans in some ways. Those who attend the duties of Death – which are seen as necessary but distasteful here – are called ‘gotaks’.

The low social axiom and high spiritual one seems to prevent most religious schisms here. Ignorance truly is bliss.

There is another cult named ‘Rec Stalek’, that is opposed to the jakatts. These believe in the superiority of Death, not as a natural force but something greater. They raise the dead as shuffling zombies and even animate slain Behemoths. This apparently clashes with Keta Kalles, whose gotaks hate ‘dead things’ and see Death as a part of life. I find it difficult to discern the difference, myself.

There are humans here who have their own faiths also. Many convert to Keta Kalles, but others retain their old tribal beliefs, especially the natives of this ‘America’ who once dwelled herein greater numbers. There is also a bloody-handed religion named ‘Los Asangrados’ in the Southlands, one which practices human sacrifices like their gods of old.

The ‘Wonders’ here are mildly intriguing; their Goddess apparently collects dead worlds and places their remnants in her land. But for the most part, this is a pleasant place to visit, but you would not wish to dwell here.

I suppose I should talk about the changes this world infamously wreaks on one’s body. It feels odd, but I am not opposed to the proportions. I seem to be more adversely affected than most, possibly because of the purity of my faith?

But Merritika interested me far more. A ‘Wonder’ they call the ‘Land Below’, it reminds me in some ways of our own ‘Land Between’ in Aysle. Mayhap there is a correlation somehow?

In any case, it is a secret world lit by an artificial sun of some fashion that rises and falls. Humans predominate here, but they have many clans, each of which has their own faith and religion. There is little to differentiate between most of them, but they are of passing interest.

The main culture here are the Pyrians, humans alike to those of the Southlands. They have a fairly sophisticated society by human standards, though their ways seem cruel and arbitrary. They worship twins named Darok and Karruk, the forces of the volcanoes when at rest, and when angry. They call their priesthood ‘Fire Tamers’ and they rule over the Pyrians like tyrants.

There is also a matriarchal human society here called the Darooni – they ride giant wasps and are hunters and warriors much like the Amazon peoples. They worship an entity named the ‘Great Wasp Mother’. They are warlike, but I rather liked them, for all I shall never understand humans, let alone primitive tribals.

There are human-like peoples called the Ohibi on the steppes, shy and strange and peculiarly placid. They live on the fringes of the land, near the Howling Jungle, worshipping an entity called Great Mehret, a god of hunting and gathering. Their priesthood are led by shamen, calling themselves ‘Lesser Mehret’.

They live in fear of beings called ‘Serpentors’, a serpent-like people who long ago bred with humans. I made no contact with them as they are ferociously hostile to all, but supposedly worship a vicious god named the ‘Father of Serpents’.

Most oddly, there are small creatures like men only much smaller, called ‘Keefee’. They reminded me of pixies or sprites, like the annoying Lorelei creature, but these are not winged, nor are they vexatious. They dwell in forests of great Dalberry trees and some never leave them for the ground. Those that do are named ‘Haroo’, wanderers and travellers. They are simple, shy, pleasant beings, with little organisation. Their priests are called ‘Lallaps’, who worship a sun-goddess they call ‘Raya’, who nourishes their forests. As peculiar as they were, I enjoyed my time among them.

Which brings me to the Leopard Tribes, who don animals skins but are nonetheless human. They are a tall, dark folk, handsome by human standards. They sometimes war upon others of their kind, who wear the skins of different great cats. They are primarily hunters, and their priests are animists, believing in a faith they call ‘Holuku’, in which every living or inanimate thing has a spirit.

While among them, many of their warriors propositioned me, telling me I was a worthy mate, deserving of bearing their children. I explained I was not interested in males, and they took me to the edge of their village, where two native women lived by a waterfall. They took me in to teach me their ways, and for a time, their world was my world. I learned a great many things about them, and their faith and their land. They told me their names, but these are sacred things I will not repeat here. I think my time among them, was the… purest thing I have ever known. They loved my satin skin, and I came to love theirs, nut-brown and decorated with the most marvellous inks depicting their totems. Warm kisses and touching in the night; caresses in the flowing waters. Our parting was sorrowful for us all. I may never return, but I will never, ever forget them."

Lythienne

Description

EverHobbes is going by ‘The Make Snake’ now, but the fantastic art is still the same!

Here’s Lythienne Eyereth getting her tribal on, and most of her clothes off. (The poor thing is one sneeze away from a wardrobe malfunction...)

“I never fell in love so easily

Where the four winds blow, I carry on

I'd like to take you where my spirit flies

Through the empty skies we go alone

Never before having flown…

Faster than lightning is this heart of mine

In the face of time, I carry on

I'd like to take you where my rainbow ends

Be my lover, friend

We go alone

Never before having flown…

I am your hurricane, your fire in the sun!

How long must I live in the air?

You are my paradise, my angel on the run!

How long must I wait?

It's the dawn of the feeling that starts from the moment you're there…

You'll never know what you have done for me

You broke up all those rules I live upon

I'd like to take you to my Shangri-La!

Neither here or far away from home

Never before having flown…”

Bee Gees, ‘Spirits Having Flown’

“I came to the so-called ‘Living Land’ to understand its faiths better. It is true, yes, that this realm has tremendous spiritual power, and much may be possible here that would not be elsewhere. One literally feels nearer one’s god, and there is something special in that.

That said, I will never understand humans.

Or these ‘edeinos’ lizard creatures. I am not opposed to their simplistic tribal beliefs, but I do not understand what drives their faith.

As far as I understand, they worship their ‘living goddess’, Lanala, whose physical form manifests freely within Takta Ker and its colony here. She desires to feel new sensations, so they are hedonists for her, experiencing new things so she too might feel them too. One wonders why she cannot seek out these experiences herself if she’s that powerful?

Their faith is named ‘Keta Kalles’ and it is essentially a race cult like my own. However, they short-sightedly permit those from other races who are ‘Chosen’ to become priests also. Their laity (essentially everyone here) are termed ‘jakatts’, while those who fulfil the duties of Life are called ‘optants’ and are similar to human druids or shamans in some ways. Those who attend the duties of Death – which are seen as necessary but distasteful here – are called ‘gotaks’.

The low social axiom and high spiritual one seems to prevent most religious schisms here. Ignorance truly is bliss.

There is another cult named ‘Rec Stalek’, that is opposed to the jakatts. These believe in the superiority of Death, not as a natural force but something greater. They raise the dead as shuffling zombies and even animate slain Behemoths. This apparently clashes with Keta Kalles, whose gotaks hate ‘dead things’ and see Death as a part of life. I find it difficult to discern the difference, myself.

There are humans here who have their own faiths also. Many convert to Keta Kalles, but others retain their old tribal beliefs, especially the natives of this ‘America’ who once dwelled herein greater numbers. There is also a bloody-handed religion named ‘Los Asangrados’ in the Southlands, one which practices human sacrifices like their gods of old.

The ‘Wonders’ here are mildly intriguing; their Goddess apparently collects dead worlds and places their remnants in her land. But for the most part, this is a pleasant place to visit, but you would not wish to dwell here.

I suppose I should talk about the changes this world infamously wreaks on one’s body. It feels odd, but I am not opposed to the proportions. I seem to be more adversely affected than most, possibly because of the purity of my faith?

But Merritika interested me far more. A ‘Wonder’ they call the ‘Land Below’, it reminds me in some ways of our own ‘Land Between’ in Aysle. Mayhap there is a correlation somehow?

In any case, it is a secret world lit by an artificial sun of some fashion that rises and falls. Humans predominate here, but they have many clans, each of which has their own faith and religion. There is little to differentiate between most of them, but they are of passing interest.

The main culture here are the Pyrians, humans alike to those of the Southlands. They have a fairly sophisticated society by human standards, though their ways seem cruel and arbitrary. They worship twins named Darok and Karruk, the forces of the volcanoes when at rest, and when angry. They call their priesthood ‘Fire Tamers’ and they rule over the Pyrians like tyrants.

There is also a matriarchal human society here called the Darooni – they ride giant wasps and are hunters and warriors much like the Amazon peoples. They worship an entity named the ‘Great Wasp Mother’. They are warlike, but I rather liked them, for all I shall never understand humans, let alone primitive tribals.

There are human-like peoples called the Ohibi on the steppes, shy and strange and peculiarly placid. They live on the fringes of the land, near the Howling Jungle, worshipping an entity called Great Mehret, a god of hunting and gathering. Their priesthood are led by shamen, calling themselves ‘Lesser Mehret’.

They live in fear of beings called ‘Serpentors’, a serpent-like people who long ago bred with humans. I made no contact with them as they are ferociously hostile to all, but supposedly worship a vicious god named the ‘Father of Serpents’.

Most oddly, there are small creatures like men only much smaller, called ‘Keefee’. They reminded me of pixies or sprites, like the annoying Lorelei creature, but these are not winged, nor are they vexatious. They dwell in forests of great Dalberry trees and some never leave them for the ground. Those that do are named ‘Haroo’, wanderers and travellers. They are simple, shy, pleasant beings, with little organisation. Their priests are called ‘Lallaps’, who worship a sun-goddess they call ‘Raya’, who nourishes their forests. As peculiar as they were, I enjoyed my time among them.

Which brings me to the Leopard Tribes, who don animals skins but are nonetheless human. They are a tall, dark folk, handsome by human standards. They sometimes war upon others of their kind, who wear the skins of different great cats. They are primarily hunters, and their priests are animists, believing in a faith they call ‘Holuku’, in which every living or inanimate thing has a spirit.

While among them, many of their warriors propositioned me, telling me I was a worthy mate, deserving of bearing their children. I explained I was not interested in males, and they took me to the edge of their village, where two native women lived by a waterfall. They took me in to teach me their ways, and for a time, their world was my world. I learned a great many things about them, and their faith and their land. They told me their names, but these are sacred things I will not repeat here. I think my time among them, was the… purest thing I have ever known. They loved my satin skin, and I came to love theirs, nut-brown and decorated with the most marvellous inks depicting their totems. Warm kisses and touching in the night; caresses in the flowing waters. Our parting was sorrowful for us all. I may never return, but I will never, ever forget them."

Lythienne