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Scrawny Fierce Woman has marked my arm; thus I, Skar the Handsome, am to be tested. My possessions have been cast aside. I have bathed and sang; scouring myself raw with stones in frigid water beneath the light of the three moons; to be purified before the eyes of the Spirits. The ritual completed, naked and bleeding, I return in exile to the wilderness; with only what I am, and the memory of h…
I found a helpless woman in MY forest. She was impressed with me, for I am Skar; the Handsome! She was loud and bothersome, but she was small and vicious. She tried to tell me her name, but I did not understand her words. I shall call her Scrawny Fierce Woman, and I have decided that she must know how to fight, or learn how to dance. The Moons have risen, the Hunt has begun. It cannot be stop…
The natural beauty of Audenaarde in July, the pearl of the Flemish Ardennes, had belied the miserable experience which awaited us among the gently rolling hills and lush sprawling grasslands along the banks of the wide and serenely flowing Scheldt river basin. The change of scenery had at first been a welcome respite from the characteristically monotonous plains of Flanders, an otherwise unremark…
I was dreaming again as I slept; I was deep in sleep, snuggled in for the day against the rough bark of a limb I could wrap my arms and legs around, to grab if needed. I thrash when I am restless. I was in a place that only exists in my mind. I was looking at the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen; I was watching her dance and sing; the sound of her voice was mesmerizing, it was hypnotic,…
Weary from the exertions of the ascent, I paused to rest, and became aware of the air slowly beginning to warm around me. I knew then that dawn was approaching, though I had not seen much more of the night sky then a few stars here and there as openings in the forest canopy had allowed. I began to think of shelter and security for the coming day, a place of concealment to lay up and lick my wound…
Onward beneath the shaded canopy of the heavily wooded mountainside underneath the growing night sky I moved, cautiously; upward, ever upward into the mountain, toward the stars I hoped would greet me at the summit. My instincts would have told me to travel downhill toward water instead of uphill, and further from it. My mind however, told me otherwise because I did not know where I was, and had…