|The winter winds have blown|
the lost child of the mountains,
the one with reversed sword
as well as troubled heart.
To leave one settled path
and step onto another
requires your soul's good balance.
No one returns unchanged.
~ Keeper Annals*
(*regarding Merem and Jurre's "sticky situation")
The view was breathtaking. High, proud mountain ranges were pointing up into the sky. Clearly visible from the rocky outpost the young pale woman chose, the silent sign of gods' presence. It was the place. The place she longed for - silent, solitary and untouched by both humans and her kin. The chilling cold didn't ward her off. The woman, despite her delicate appearance, almost snow white hair flowing around her shoulders like a morning mist and bright blue eyes, was strong. The harsh life hardened her. She hoped to leave the cruel memories of what had happened in her mountain kingdom of Ebeer. Men cannot be trusted. They arrive, melt you inside and leave like a deadly arrow. This would never fade in her memory, no matter how hard she would try.
She intended to live on, but how can one do so if your heart was torn apart? She could not bear this any longer. The chieftain or not, she could neither stay in the Ebeer Mountains or leave for Central Debas. Not after what had happened. A mourning lily, a sign of grief, was properly placed between her head and her right ear. Her best clothes - meant to be a bridal gown, turned out to be fitting for a funeral of a queen - made of dark wool, laid on her her finely. The hair was cut as a sign of grief.
Old Merem was dead.
She could not do otherwise. Her father Rison's life would not last forever. She was meant to rule her people and she would do so no matter how badly he had hurt her. The decision of leaving for the untamed mountain ranges the Southerners called Furaha Ya Moyo wasn't easy, but well-timed. Her father was still strong enough to wait for her, whereas conflicts between humans and Jurre's kin were causing more and more victims. This made her mind: she would travel to the Furaha Ya Moyo, find a proper place to live and lead her tribe there. A new land. A new reality. A new beginning.
And let the fluffy animal she saw there, high up the Furaha Ya Moyo, be her royal sign. The bright, dreamy eyes, shadows cast by long, feminine eyelashes. The llamas enchanted her. So graceful, so agile, so proud... The real virgin rulers of this extreme land. Would they ever become domesticated?
She had all the new life to see so.
So, basically, Merem's got a new kingdom on her own and needs some pets to caress and help her. I set up royal stables for her and managed to domesticate the animals. Would you like to help us and interbreed?
How to do so, one may ask?
It's simple. Write a request for a llama. If you ask kindly and didn't receive one from me before, you'll be given it in no time (no time means once I get your message, so don't fret and wait patiently). You don't have to watch me. You don't have to favourite this journal entry. You don't have to give me one (thought you should do so with Merem and her creator, Gnewi). You don't have to carry on with features, points, cakes or whatever. Just ask kindly.
However, any mean of appreciation of Merem, who is not mine, but Gnewi's, sent to her account are greatly appreciated! Also, check the journal entry regarding featured deviants and give them some attention they truly deserve please. Thanks and fret not if your llama spits on you! It shows it loves you!
PS I made it a donation pool, because not having a PM makes it impossible to install "Custom Box" widget. 77 is just a symbolic number to let you know my llama stables are unlimited and need new blood!