Post by M. R. Blackthorn on Oct 25, 2015 20:43:00 GMT
“Kandariet?” a voice called to the lioness standing on a mound watching the sun rise slowly over the mountains before her. She was beautiful, adorned with gold and silver, yet she was mighty also. Scars littered her light tan pelt, proof of her many battles, fights, and victories.
Kadara, as she was called, turned to see a lion that was impossibly black with a mane and eyes to match. She knew it was Death. He could look like anything he wished, but he chose the form of Kadara’s kind to act as some sort of comfort. It wasn’t very comforting to most, as he couldn’t control his fur, mane, or eye color, and it made Death look like one of the demons Kadara had always been taught to fear. She knew what he wanted from her, but she had no intention to give it. “Who are you?” the clever lioness asked, trying to sound sincere, knowing it would irritates Death for someone to not know him.
And it did. As soon as she asked it his face changed. Like dropping a stone in a pool of water, Death’s expression went from calm to shock and a hint of anger. No one had ever questioned him, never mind asked who he was. And yet, this lioness’ spirit he desired. Since the day she was born, she was his to take, even her name had his in it. For his own gain, Death pretended he wasn’t annoyed and instead was understanding. “Why, do you not know, my dear,” he said slyly, “I am Death. You’re time is up, child, so please, come with me.”
Now, Kadara knew Death was not something to fear, but he was a greedy creature and she wanted to teach him a lesson about that. He took souls and spirits everyday from the earth to the Realm of the Dead, to his kingdom, his world. What happened to them after that was up to themselves. He was just the guide. There was a time Kadara would have happily gone with him to be with her Ancestors, but not now. “Surely you must be mistaken? I am healthy, young, and strong,” she stated proudly. “Either you are a fool or you have made a mistake.”
A fool? Death? Never, and he wouldn’t allow this mortal say such things. “You think you are strong, but you can not fight me,” he boasted. “You are mine Kadara. I order you to come.”
“You mistake me for one who takes orders, sir,” Kadara sassed. “And I know I can fight you.”
“Now who is the fool, dear?” Death replied. “No one can fight Death.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I’ve been doing this for quite some time, as long as there has been Life, there has always been Death,” he told Kadara. “However, I will allow you the chance to prove your argument. I will fight you, and if I win the dispute, I take your spirit. If you win, I will leave you alone till you are ready to leave with me. Do you agree?” Death knew he was going to win, and he would have Kadara either way it went.
“I know I can prove my argument true, so I agree,” Kadara smiled.
And so they fought. At first, Kadara’s strength was enough to keep Death at bay, and the fight continued for hours, almost the whole day. As the sun started to set, Death was winning the fight, and in a moment of pause, Kadara did something he didn’t expect. She broke out laughing. Death was irritated by this and asked her, “Why do you laugh if I am winning?” His voice was a growl like no other Kadara had heard. It would strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest souls.
Kadara stopped laughing and looked at him with sincere eyes. “I have won,” she whispered, just about out of breath.
“No, you haven’t!” Death hissed. “You are laying on the ground, beaten and bloody, where I still have my strength, and you do not.” He was boasting again.
“You said if I proved my argument true, I would win,” Kadara said. “I said I could fight you, and I have. I need not beat you, for that is impossible, only fight you.”
Death was enraged now. This lioness fooled him! No one fools Death, no one! And yet, Kadara had, and Death kept his promises, always. “Fine, you win the bet,” he said through gritted teeth. “I will come back to you when you ask for me, and only then.”
“Thank you,” Kadara sighed, bowing her head in respect.
Kadara lived longer than any of her kind, and she called on Death several times during her long life. Each time, she fought him, each time he won the fight, but not the argument, and also, each time, more and more, Kadara fell in love with Death and he fell for her. A thousand years passed, and Kadara was finally ready to go with Death to his world. “Are you going to fight me again?” he asked her when she called on him for the last time.
Her body was covered in more scars now than the first time Death came to her, all from their fights. It pained Death to see how much he had hurt Kadara. He was hoping she wouldn’t fight him again. “No, my love,” the lioness answered, much to Death’s relief.
So Kadara, the lioness who laughed at Death, whose name meant, “She Who Has Seen Death”, went happily to the Realm of the Dead with him. However she did not go her Ancestors like she had once wanted, but she stood by Death’s side for all eternity.
THE END
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Background on Kandariet; Myth or Real?
(Just a fun little background on her, more factual then lore.)
Whether you believe in the legends or not, in Terra Ferus' timeline Kandariet was a real historical character. Things just got, well, lost in translation somewhere along the line. Here, however, is the information on her from a historical standpoint, rather than the lore surrounding her life.
Kandariet was from a clan that was led by her parents, the king and queen. Her parents names were Sisera, a former outsider who's parents were of the warrior class, but were exiled from a nearby clan, and Antha, the eldest daughter of only sisters that the previous king and queen had. Kandariet was the second daughter, and third child of Antha and Sisera, the oldest being a son who is never mentioned by name. Many say the son was Victor and that he was a bastard son of the queen and her general, also named Victor, but others say he had simply died very young, and thus left unnamed in records. It wasn't an uncommon thing for royals or nobles to do in such cases.
Being of the warrior class, Kandariet was trained from a young age in the art of fighting. She trained under General Victor, and when she grew older, she and the general led the warriors of their clan in many successful military campaigns. The princess was presumed to have died in one last battle between her clan and a rival clan, one responsible for her father's death. Kandariet's body was never found in the aftermath, but there was a written down account of her activity in the battle. It states she was mortally wounded by the rival general, after which General Victor killed them. Her clan had won the battle, and Kandariet's unknown dying moments shrouded her life in myths and legends. Or so the historians will tell you...
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Just as an added note, Kadara is called a few things across the site. Kadara, Kandara, Kandariet(her full name), and Kadariet. All of these names are acceptable for her, but Kandara and Kandariet are considered the proper forms.
Kadara, as she was called, turned to see a lion that was impossibly black with a mane and eyes to match. She knew it was Death. He could look like anything he wished, but he chose the form of Kadara’s kind to act as some sort of comfort. It wasn’t very comforting to most, as he couldn’t control his fur, mane, or eye color, and it made Death look like one of the demons Kadara had always been taught to fear. She knew what he wanted from her, but she had no intention to give it. “Who are you?” the clever lioness asked, trying to sound sincere, knowing it would irritates Death for someone to not know him.
And it did. As soon as she asked it his face changed. Like dropping a stone in a pool of water, Death’s expression went from calm to shock and a hint of anger. No one had ever questioned him, never mind asked who he was. And yet, this lioness’ spirit he desired. Since the day she was born, she was his to take, even her name had his in it. For his own gain, Death pretended he wasn’t annoyed and instead was understanding. “Why, do you not know, my dear,” he said slyly, “I am Death. You’re time is up, child, so please, come with me.”
Now, Kadara knew Death was not something to fear, but he was a greedy creature and she wanted to teach him a lesson about that. He took souls and spirits everyday from the earth to the Realm of the Dead, to his kingdom, his world. What happened to them after that was up to themselves. He was just the guide. There was a time Kadara would have happily gone with him to be with her Ancestors, but not now. “Surely you must be mistaken? I am healthy, young, and strong,” she stated proudly. “Either you are a fool or you have made a mistake.”
A fool? Death? Never, and he wouldn’t allow this mortal say such things. “You think you are strong, but you can not fight me,” he boasted. “You are mine Kadara. I order you to come.”
“You mistake me for one who takes orders, sir,” Kadara sassed. “And I know I can fight you.”
“Now who is the fool, dear?” Death replied. “No one can fight Death.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I’ve been doing this for quite some time, as long as there has been Life, there has always been Death,” he told Kadara. “However, I will allow you the chance to prove your argument. I will fight you, and if I win the dispute, I take your spirit. If you win, I will leave you alone till you are ready to leave with me. Do you agree?” Death knew he was going to win, and he would have Kadara either way it went.
“I know I can prove my argument true, so I agree,” Kadara smiled.
And so they fought. At first, Kadara’s strength was enough to keep Death at bay, and the fight continued for hours, almost the whole day. As the sun started to set, Death was winning the fight, and in a moment of pause, Kadara did something he didn’t expect. She broke out laughing. Death was irritated by this and asked her, “Why do you laugh if I am winning?” His voice was a growl like no other Kadara had heard. It would strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest souls.
Kadara stopped laughing and looked at him with sincere eyes. “I have won,” she whispered, just about out of breath.
“No, you haven’t!” Death hissed. “You are laying on the ground, beaten and bloody, where I still have my strength, and you do not.” He was boasting again.
“You said if I proved my argument true, I would win,” Kadara said. “I said I could fight you, and I have. I need not beat you, for that is impossible, only fight you.”
Death was enraged now. This lioness fooled him! No one fools Death, no one! And yet, Kadara had, and Death kept his promises, always. “Fine, you win the bet,” he said through gritted teeth. “I will come back to you when you ask for me, and only then.”
“Thank you,” Kadara sighed, bowing her head in respect.
Kadara lived longer than any of her kind, and she called on Death several times during her long life. Each time, she fought him, each time he won the fight, but not the argument, and also, each time, more and more, Kadara fell in love with Death and he fell for her. A thousand years passed, and Kadara was finally ready to go with Death to his world. “Are you going to fight me again?” he asked her when she called on him for the last time.
Her body was covered in more scars now than the first time Death came to her, all from their fights. It pained Death to see how much he had hurt Kadara. He was hoping she wouldn’t fight him again. “No, my love,” the lioness answered, much to Death’s relief.
So Kadara, the lioness who laughed at Death, whose name meant, “She Who Has Seen Death”, went happily to the Realm of the Dead with him. However she did not go her Ancestors like she had once wanted, but she stood by Death’s side for all eternity.
THE END
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Background on Kandariet; Myth or Real?
(Just a fun little background on her, more factual then lore.)
Whether you believe in the legends or not, in Terra Ferus' timeline Kandariet was a real historical character. Things just got, well, lost in translation somewhere along the line. Here, however, is the information on her from a historical standpoint, rather than the lore surrounding her life.
Kandariet was from a clan that was led by her parents, the king and queen. Her parents names were Sisera, a former outsider who's parents were of the warrior class, but were exiled from a nearby clan, and Antha, the eldest daughter of only sisters that the previous king and queen had. Kandariet was the second daughter, and third child of Antha and Sisera, the oldest being a son who is never mentioned by name. Many say the son was Victor and that he was a bastard son of the queen and her general, also named Victor, but others say he had simply died very young, and thus left unnamed in records. It wasn't an uncommon thing for royals or nobles to do in such cases.
Being of the warrior class, Kandariet was trained from a young age in the art of fighting. She trained under General Victor, and when she grew older, she and the general led the warriors of their clan in many successful military campaigns. The princess was presumed to have died in one last battle between her clan and a rival clan, one responsible for her father's death. Kandariet's body was never found in the aftermath, but there was a written down account of her activity in the battle. It states she was mortally wounded by the rival general, after which General Victor killed them. Her clan had won the battle, and Kandariet's unknown dying moments shrouded her life in myths and legends. Or so the historians will tell you...
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Just as an added note, Kadara is called a few things across the site. Kadara, Kandara, Kandariet(her full name), and Kadariet. All of these names are acceptable for her, but Kandara and Kandariet are considered the proper forms.