Post by Gajus on Feb 3, 2006 11:57:00 GMT -5
This is a fable I found in a book what I'm reading in the moment. It's not adult or yiffy but very furry. ;D The book is in German but I try to translate as well as possible.
We encountered the human at first in the time of the big plateaus and forrests; at that time we were running as wolves around and only wished rarely being something different. According to the legend those first meeting didn't take any good end for the human, but for us it caused a bigger consciousness of our self and our possibilities. The human had hands to make fire, we had hands too. The human had legs to climb onto trees, we had legs too. But we possessed one thing, human never possessed: a superior intellect as well our two shapes.
Soon we realized, it was an advantage to build shelters near our hunting grounds instead of housing in dens which could be floated or beset by predators. We wet tools made of stone to dig earth dens and we discovered they where more efficent than our claws. We developed axes to chopp down trees for warming our shelters with their wood and we developed scraping knifes to pull off animal skins; to wit we discovered more and more advantages of the human shape but we had to protect ourself against the elements while moving upright.
At this time we still didn't hunt any humans, this came later.
In this time there was no need for us to contact the humans, because the world was large enough and their number was marginal. Nevertheless there are primeval clues telling our ways had crossed - like paintings in former human caves showing beings with wolveheads -, so we have to accept, that a species, who is such slightly adapted for surviving on this planet, could hardly attained the repute as the most dangerous predator in the jungle without a little help by the artist. And now the legend that tells how it came thereto:
One day a young male wolf distances himself too far from the crowd and felt into a river. Almost drowned he reached the bank and couldn't scent anything familar: neither his mother nor his brothers and sisters of the same throwing like himself, nor his hunting grounds nor his crowd. Many days he roamed around without a destination and starved almost when he finally scented the smell of fried meet. He had no fear approach to a stranger's fire, because the smell of cooking was synonymous for him with home likewise the human who saw the poor pub crawling into his lair with lowered tail and belly close to the ground had no reason to fear. Rather he was surprised and curious about the wolf's strange behavior. And because he had leftover meet he gave him some. So human and wolf pub were eating together and finaly felt asleep aside the fire.
The next day the humand found to his greatest astonishment instead of the wolf a little boy sitting at his fire. The Wolfpub stay by him for some days and hunted in quadruped shape together with the man and changed back into the boy later, when the meet was pepared. He taught the man how to build a shelter with leaves and twigs - he had this seen from older members of his species - and how to clothe in kips, to prevent cold. One day, the wolfpub and the human were hunting, the wolf smelled the scent of his crowd and realized in this moment that he couldn't stay by the human no longer. Though he worried about how the human would be able to survive without him, because he was too sluggishly and too weak to hunt something different than the oldest, sickest and lankest loot. Without a soubt he would starve soon.
Then the wolfpub had an idea. He fixed a long stick to a sharpened stone and showed the man how throw the spear through the air as fast as a wolf is able to jump, so that he could kill the loot before it gets a chance to escape. The human was very glad about the present and learned fast to use it; so the wolfpub leaves his friend, to go back to his own kind, and was glad that the human didn't have to starve no more.
Some years later, when the male wolf was grown up, found a mate and founded an own crowd he scent the smell of his old friend again. Happy he run to him to greet his friend and show him what a strong wolf he became and to hunt with him like in former times. But when he approached to the his lair the human awaked from his sleep and emited a dreadful scream - and killed the wolf by his cudgel.
This wasn't perhaps the first betrayal, but this one we kept in mind. In this moment one of our strictest taboos was born: an aversin against weapons of any kind beneath our species. Not for nothing it's told, weapons would be the last refuge of a human wimp and we don't want to be compared with such one.
But the general comparison with malicious human is not the true reason for our collective subconsciousness flinch es of using weapons. It's more the fact that a pure thought to the imagination hurting others with a artificial tool awakes this remembrance - a remembrance which has settled so deep in our inner, that we are not able anymore to recognize it as a remembrance - the remembrance to a made present an broken trust. The pain of this remembrance is more than we are able to bear.
Book:
The Promise (German: "Die Schneewölfin")
by Donna Boyd
Well, it's a tragic end but somehow I like the story about the human possibility to be cruelful by just ignorance. It should be a lesson for all of us.
We encountered the human at first in the time of the big plateaus and forrests; at that time we were running as wolves around and only wished rarely being something different. According to the legend those first meeting didn't take any good end for the human, but for us it caused a bigger consciousness of our self and our possibilities. The human had hands to make fire, we had hands too. The human had legs to climb onto trees, we had legs too. But we possessed one thing, human never possessed: a superior intellect as well our two shapes.
Soon we realized, it was an advantage to build shelters near our hunting grounds instead of housing in dens which could be floated or beset by predators. We wet tools made of stone to dig earth dens and we discovered they where more efficent than our claws. We developed axes to chopp down trees for warming our shelters with their wood and we developed scraping knifes to pull off animal skins; to wit we discovered more and more advantages of the human shape but we had to protect ourself against the elements while moving upright.
At this time we still didn't hunt any humans, this came later.
In this time there was no need for us to contact the humans, because the world was large enough and their number was marginal. Nevertheless there are primeval clues telling our ways had crossed - like paintings in former human caves showing beings with wolveheads -, so we have to accept, that a species, who is such slightly adapted for surviving on this planet, could hardly attained the repute as the most dangerous predator in the jungle without a little help by the artist. And now the legend that tells how it came thereto:
One day a young male wolf distances himself too far from the crowd and felt into a river. Almost drowned he reached the bank and couldn't scent anything familar: neither his mother nor his brothers and sisters of the same throwing like himself, nor his hunting grounds nor his crowd. Many days he roamed around without a destination and starved almost when he finally scented the smell of fried meet. He had no fear approach to a stranger's fire, because the smell of cooking was synonymous for him with home likewise the human who saw the poor pub crawling into his lair with lowered tail and belly close to the ground had no reason to fear. Rather he was surprised and curious about the wolf's strange behavior. And because he had leftover meet he gave him some. So human and wolf pub were eating together and finaly felt asleep aside the fire.
The next day the humand found to his greatest astonishment instead of the wolf a little boy sitting at his fire. The Wolfpub stay by him for some days and hunted in quadruped shape together with the man and changed back into the boy later, when the meet was pepared. He taught the man how to build a shelter with leaves and twigs - he had this seen from older members of his species - and how to clothe in kips, to prevent cold. One day, the wolfpub and the human were hunting, the wolf smelled the scent of his crowd and realized in this moment that he couldn't stay by the human no longer. Though he worried about how the human would be able to survive without him, because he was too sluggishly and too weak to hunt something different than the oldest, sickest and lankest loot. Without a soubt he would starve soon.
Then the wolfpub had an idea. He fixed a long stick to a sharpened stone and showed the man how throw the spear through the air as fast as a wolf is able to jump, so that he could kill the loot before it gets a chance to escape. The human was very glad about the present and learned fast to use it; so the wolfpub leaves his friend, to go back to his own kind, and was glad that the human didn't have to starve no more.
Some years later, when the male wolf was grown up, found a mate and founded an own crowd he scent the smell of his old friend again. Happy he run to him to greet his friend and show him what a strong wolf he became and to hunt with him like in former times. But when he approached to the his lair the human awaked from his sleep and emited a dreadful scream - and killed the wolf by his cudgel.
This wasn't perhaps the first betrayal, but this one we kept in mind. In this moment one of our strictest taboos was born: an aversin against weapons of any kind beneath our species. Not for nothing it's told, weapons would be the last refuge of a human wimp and we don't want to be compared with such one.
But the general comparison with malicious human is not the true reason for our collective subconsciousness flinch es of using weapons. It's more the fact that a pure thought to the imagination hurting others with a artificial tool awakes this remembrance - a remembrance which has settled so deep in our inner, that we are not able anymore to recognize it as a remembrance - the remembrance to a made present an broken trust. The pain of this remembrance is more than we are able to bear.
Book:
The Promise (German: "Die Schneewölfin")
by Donna Boyd
Well, it's a tragic end but somehow I like the story about the human possibility to be cruelful by just ignorance. It should be a lesson for all of us.