Legends of Belariath

Kachina

Shamaness of the spirit clan, Tribe

Voice of Ishtar

Slave to Judas Tri Horn

Student of Shaman mentor Kuromaku

Kachina level 5-background story.

Flashback

Currently the tall and lithe woman of the tribe found herself a voice of the goddess Ishtar. Often giving her body in prayer, as she attended to the faithful and new flock she bring in. Also, with a collar around her, neck. Signal fling she belonged to someone. A minotaur to be precise, she was slave to. Her body marked with an Amazonian like appearance. Scars marring her dark bronze skin tone. One running the length of her torso’s left side, shoulder to hip in thin application. The other a wicked looking scar on her right hip. However, these scars do not dominate her appearance. Nor does the gold hoop pierced on her hood. No the most dominating feature of hers. Is the small horns tattooed onto her. Originating from over her outer labia to extend down her inner thighs. The tattoo marking her as belonging to the minotaur Judas Tri Horn. For the tribe woman very nature was submissive. The cause of this set in her past. As she was the far cry from the virginal shamaness coming to the lands of Nanlothoin.

Eighteen years ago, the sounds of labor could be heard from the tent. As Palina pushed hard to give birth to the child she carried. Around her, is her mate Calador, and shamans of the spirit clan. For the spirits whispered telling of the coming of child of destiny. A cry would illicit from her as she felt the child begin to come. All eyes would turn towards her, as the newborn's head began to push through. The stretched passage, crowning the small head. A gasp would come from one of the shamans. As the Childs head, held tufts of raven hair. Not the white, of their people. Surely a sign, from the goddess and the spirits. After a few more minutes of agonizing the baby girl would come out, without further complications. The midwifes working to clean up the after birth. As one pushed on Palina tummy, the other wrapping a blanket around the newborn. As the head shaman stepped forward and would bring the anointed dagger. And but the umbilical cord of the newborns. As he proclaimed the portent of prophesy.

“ Thus all here bare witness, for as foretold the child of darkness is born. Let her name be now and forever Kachina dancer of the spirits as a spirit dancer.”

He would tie off the umbilical cord at her belly, creating her bellybutton. Quickly his aged gnarled hands worked.

”May the ancestors guide and watch over her, for her journey begins in life down the dark path.”

With that, the old shaman would deign life to the omen of portent that would forever hang over Kachina’s head.

The passage of years of her child hood. Claimed no significant events, for she was both feared, and somewhat shunned with the omen of prophesy cloud hanging over her. But this would not cause undo stress upon her, for her very nature and dwemeanor had begun to take shape. And as the elder shaman of her birth had commanded. The ancestor spirits watched over her. Becoming her only true friends. As the young child would develop into a young adolescent woman. Her path leading her down the shamanistic whys. Her hair the contrast of her people, a raven dark black. Learning the ways of the spirits, the ancestors now would take the role of her friends, inner confidants. For they knew the truth of the raven-haired young woman. Her very nature of her spirit was submissive, yet the omen laid upon her over the blackness of her hair. And the ramblings of a spirit insane to the shamans of the tribe. Would place evilness upon her. The seed of this would change and alter her, as it shaped her. For in the need to belong, to be dominated. She looked towards this in her quest for power, for she was the child of darkness. Thus giving life to the prophesy, in a way.

The ancestor spirits would realize the charge of theirs would not find her true calling within the specter of her own people and the village. Would send the now young woman of age, on a life walk. A quest not for what was given, as reason. But so, she could find her place and follow the path that was true to her nature. And indeed the tribe woman of prophecy did find her true nature. Even thou she did so shaped by her past, searching for power with a hunger created over the falseness created. As she would look up, to the large form of her master leaning over her. Reaching out with the clasp of the fine golden chain. He fastens it to the hoop piercing of her hood. The other end of the chain leading to his belt attached. A leash of sorts, as the chain was of six feet in length. He awaits her to rise, as she did so. Would then lead the way out of the temple, as she followed in his stead in obedient fashion. For indeed Kachina had found her place, her true desire of being dominating, in her ever quest for power.

The End. For now;

More to come, as the life endeavors of the shamaness of prophesy unfolded.

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