Savage

One thing was said to me and it was all it took. My quiva was already drawn and placed along the throat of the girl and without thought...instinct maybe...slid it easily across to take her life away. It is an entriely different mindset I had entered. If this was a true enemy, I would have savored the kill. The head would be removed and placed on a pike and sent to the outer area of the camp so any that come close will know what awaits them if they approach. The rush is something that completely takes over. There is no more compassion. No love. No respect. No life left in me, just a warrior intent to kill with no regards to his opponents. Either I will die or you will die. Nothing else matters now. All sounds leave me, All I see is the one who will fall under my blade at my time and choosing. If they are a worthy warrior, quick death will be given. If they are a coward, I will make your death last as long as I can. Take you arm first so you can not swing a weapon. Take a leg so you can not run. Then glare into your eyes so you see that I have no regret, no remorse. No words need to be said for my eyes show it all. This is Tuchuk's wrath and anger. No mercy given to the weak and unless you are Tuchuk...then you are weak.

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.