Waste of a girl

I know I have not written anything down as of late but things have been busy in camp in preparations for the move. The forge requires constant attention, attention I would like to give more of to Silken and bull. I have been making it out more so things are getting better. When I do come back though, I am sometimes surprised as to what is waiting for me, as what I came across the other day. I come back to see Silken and bull only to hear her cursing something. I look and there is Silks cursing out a girl from some time ago. Apparently she had run away or...something. I do not really care, all I know is she is here now. This girl is rather bold. She won't live long. Prideful, arrogant and mouthy. In the end, I shave her head. Maybe then she will learn a little humility. I come across her the next day, chained to the wheel and again....she is aggravating Silks. By the time this is all over, I have slit her throat and let her body just drop where it is. Thre is more to the this all but, I shall not give this waste of a girl any more of my time or thoughts.

What goes around

The last time I have written in this charred up journal was after the fire...To my best memory. I am getting old. As expected, tensions were high after the fire though. There was small arguments here and there and all around crankiness as most of the tribe had not been sleeping as we all worked on getting the camp together again. It seems though, with the fire sweeping through the camp and destroying much, it has also brought in new faces. I do not know many of them. I do not really know of their situation as of that moment. Whether they are showing up because they have no where else in the camp to go now or have lost everything they had in the camp, including their loved ones and are looking for an extended family. They are Tuchuk and I will treat them as such but, as with any new Tuchuk...they have to earn their place and respect of the Tuchuk around them. Ayg held a tribal meeting of sorts to help relieve some of the tension and to just try and rebuild relationships and the harigga at once. I feel the meeting was overall good although I had a difference of opinion with Ayg over the fire trenches. Silken called it just shaving the plains. Several days after the meeting though, another face popped up. They were coming from all over. This one I knew though. Jubie. He was one of the first tuchuks I came to know when I first came to the plains. I spoke for him and Ayg will let him begin again as Ayg has done for me. In doing so though, Ayg promoted me to Commander of Or and my first task was to go and shave the plains. At least I can make Jubie do the bad bad stuff.

What does not kill you

I will not go into much detail at this time describing the plains fire that swept through the camp. I could not describe it as it truly was to be seen. I do though appreciate the little things in life. Everything is connected to one another so, I sit here writing in a journal that was in the forge. The very same journal I had hid from Silken. The same one that somehow survived the plains fire that swept through here. I discovered it under the rubble when cleaning up to rebuild the new forge. I will not build a big forge for we need one to be operating quickly for there is work to be done. Enough to meet the needs for the state we are in. I will be speeding up Wily's education in the way of the forge. He is not ready but will have to prove himself nonetheless. I will be in touch with Ayg soon as well to let him know of the progress being made on the forge for much is riding on how quick I can get it up and running. I said to Silken during the fire that this is not the time for grieving, We must concern ourselves with the living for we can not help the departed. It sounds cold to me now. It was when I told her and I still believe it. There is a phrase...what does not kill you, only makes you stronger. With all the losses the tribe has just suffered, A small piece of everyone of us has died with it. I will not know many that have been injured or have died from the fire but a part of me has died with them for they, along with everyone that was in that camp, in the trenches...doing what must be done, was done as a single unit. a single Tribe. The Tuchuk tribe. So, in their parting, although a piece of myself has gone with them, I remain stronger than I have been before for I will carry with me till the day I join them in the skies, the memories and actions performed by those who have fallen on that fateful night. Their memory will live on and give me strength. I hope to the Skies I do not fail them as they look down now. Rest easy in the skies.

Finding a better place to keep this thing

To My Tuchuk family... I do apologize for the previous entry and will make certain Silken does not find this journal again. Again, I do apologize.

Silken...in her own words.

One does not need to be a Spex to see how beautiful and loving my Mate Silken is.. She is just so wonderful... I am so lucky because no other ass can have Her. She is Mine.. All Mine... look but dont touch or I'll break your fingers.

Hot & Bothered

I caught my reflection today at the stream. I was not certain if it was truly my body reflecting back at me. I used to be a very solid warrior but now as I look at the water, I am not the same as I once was. I have been spending alot of time in the forge and the heat from the forge itself makes a Tuchuk lose some of that thickness in his body. This season though has been especially hard and I am not eating as much as I used to. I suspect this is the result. On the plus side, I am seeing muscles I have not seen before because there is nothing covereing them now. I tell myself I am going to be fine for if there was a true problem, Silken would surely have said something. Just another perk of having a healer as a mate. The heat though is becoming more of a problem as the season wears on. The stream, like my body, is shrinking. Especially as of late. The grass is sadly dying and the bosk are now getting restless. The weakest ones have started to succomb to the heat. Life on the plains, in general, has slowed to a crawl. One does not need to be a spex to know that something is different on the plains. You can almost taste it, smell it in the air. Something is wrong and it shall show itself sooner or later. Preferably sooner, I hate waiting.

Play With Fire, You Will Be Burned

I hear only silence as I open my eyes. Left to right, right to left. I am in a wagon...no, I am my wagon. Sleeping. Why? Then it comes back now...I was at the forge, hammering out a collar when the hammer strike sounds hollow. A sound that is not good for either you just cracked your hammer or the metal was weaker which, in turn, breaks. It did break, I heard it. I turn to find it as it fell on my blind side when it occuredto me I heard the break but not it hitting the ground. The curvature of the collar and the shape of the hammer after so many poundings just made for a rather unfortunate accident. Now, this whole thought process was instant in my head. Just as quick as that thought came so did the collar that was snapped in half. It shot up and into me. Natural reaction was to get it off and I do so. I do it by quickly clamping my hand on it and throwing it down. I quickly leave the forge and mount my Kaiila and ride out to the plains. I go far enough now to know I am alone and then let the anger for my carelessness out. Let the pain it is causing me out. A fierce primal roar comes out and echoes around me on the plains. Now, I have to control the pain for a burn is not like a quiva strike, lance strike or any weapon strike really. It burns and continues to do so to you for some time. I close my eyes and focus on the pain and to no longer let it be in control for I am in control. I did this for some time. How long? I do not know. I am brought back to the plains now with the sound of someone approaching and looking slowly, I know it is Silken. Silken treats my arm and gives me things for it to help in dealing with the burn. After such, I do feel tired. Really tired. Before I can even ask Silken what it was I had, I am asleep. I never fall asleep like that. Not that fast anyway. Odd.