Thursday, October 9, 2014

Beginnings, Ch 2, Pt 3


During the run out to the Railing, Kaelish Nelmos' mind was divided. While he paid attention to his path and surroundings, he also delved within his memories. The kellen shared the plains with the Krendaarri though the latter had built the first Railing more than a thousand Rings ago to help keep the migratory animals from the portion of the plains the Krendaarri required for their own food needs. Migrating southward as the seasons cooled, then northward again as the weather turned warmer once again, the migratory kellen followed the cycle of the grasses. They were large, generally docile and slow-moving and the Railing was more than enough to keep them on the westward side of the stone and wood creation. Krendaarri would roam the Railing's length, keeping it mended and watching for herds of kellen that might accidentally wander through a breach or perhaps come too far eastward before coming to the Railing itself. When this would happen, the Krendaarri would keep watch to make certain they did not come too far east; carefully guiding and coaxing them back closer to the Railing. They were careful because the kellen were quite a bit heavier and, while docile, they could be roused to stampeding with little provocation and their long, sharp horns were a formidable challenge to anyone seeking to bring such a stampede to an end.



But as the kellen roamed, so, too did the hlesskssaa. They preyed on the herds, easily singling out individual animals and running them down. Though they were lighter than the kellen, the hlesskssaa could run almost as swiftly as a Krendaarri on the large, muscular hind legs; their bodies balanced by strong, heavy tails. Sharp, hooked claws tipped front and rear paws and teeth, just as sharp, filled their long mouths. Dusty brown fur covered their bodies and let them blend into the tall, partially dried grasses of the plains during the drier times. And, unlike the kellen, they could easily leap over the Railing, chest high to a Krendaarri, to hunt those smaller, misplaced herds.



They also were not above preying on the Krendaarri when the chance arose.



It had been the responsibility of Kaelish Nelmos, his parents and ancestors, as well as a few other families, to act as defenders of the rest of their race from such attacks since before the first Railing had ever been erected. Through the Rings, they had learned how the hlesskssaa moved, studied how they would attack, singly and in packs, and learned to both defend against that but also to fight back and drive the hlesskssaa back. Over the rings, many a Krendaarri had died in this defense, but only seldom, with great reluctance and remorse, was ever a hlesskssaa killed.



We must protect ourselves,” Kaelish Nelmos' parents had told him many times, “yet we must not become like the hlesskssaa. As Zaal crafted us all, they have no less right to live than you or I.”



Thus, the Dancers, as his family and the others were called, would carry zaalsestri to use as weapons, but these were rounded and blunted instead of the bladed tools the Krendaarri used to harvest grass from the plains. They could strike, and strike hard, a hlesskssaa yet only the greatest of mischance would they be able to pierce the thick, furred hide. They, and the Dancer's skills in shifting and weaving and fighting, were enough.



Three hands of Turns ago had been a very dry summer and the grasses were very brittle as the kellen herds made their way southward. Lightning had struck in the plains and the resulting fire spread panic and the kellen stampeded, breaking through the Railing in several places. Kaelish Nelmos and his father, Nelmos Viraane, had been watching along one such area where the fires had also grown close and a pride of hlesskssaa also came through. Father and son managed to drive them southward as other Krendaarri worked to calm and contain the kellen. They struck and threatened with their zaalsestri, keeping the snarling predators at bay until they reached an area where a river had halted the fire's spread though it still burned on the northern side and had the wood in the Railing ablaze. The hlesskssaa dashed through the river where it cut an opening in the Railing but the prides leading female stumbled against one of the smaller males and fell against the burning wood; gaining the large burn that gave her her name of Scarflank. Roaring in pain and rage, she circled about but Nelmos Viraane, with relentless blows of the zaalsestri, managed to at last drive her through the opening as Kaelish Nelmos wove river stones to fill the breach.



The fire and the pain had done something to the hlesskssaa, however, and each turn since, she had lead her pride over the railing. Each time, she was turned back but, over the next hand of turns, the pride had killed almost two hands of Krendaarri. The number of Dancers patrolling the railing increased over the next hand of turns and, while she and her pride were often spotted close by, they did not cross the railing again. A hand of turns ago, Kaelish Nelmos' father was patrolling. Under the cover of night, as he slept, Scarflank had leaped over the Railing and had killed him in his sleep. Yenaali had found the pride, still feasting on his body, the next sunrise.



She struck with a fury few Krendaarri could match yet, even so, she drove the pride back without killing them.



Now, a hand of turns later, Kaelish Nelmos had nearly lost his mother to the same pride.

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