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Clanluna
Chapter 45: S’Armunai
Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
“That’s it,” assured Jondolar as he coached the S’Armuna boy he was teaching how to knap flint.
The lesson was suddenly interrupted by the opening of the gate. Several women armed with spears ran straight for Jondolar. Since he couldn’t walk, they picked him up and dragged him out of the prison for males.
The pain in his hip reminded him of that awful day he had been captured. A group of women had held him suspended by all four limbs pulled tightly while their Leader, Atarroa had stomped on his thigh until his hip dislocated, ignoring his screams as she kicked at him.
The women drug Jondolar over to a set of posts in the ground, each one taller than a man. They forced him to stand on his good leg while they tied his hands, behind his back, to the post.
“You were warned about causing trouble, Zellandonii,” admonished Atarroa.
“All I’ve done is, teach a few boys about tool making,” protested Jondolar. “They need a way to contribute to the good of the S’Armunai.”
“We don’t need contributions from males!” screamed Atarroa. “Women don’t need men for anything! You’ve been told to keep your mouth shut! Instead you’ve stirred up our men, made them uppity. Well, you’re not going to stir them up any more! . . . not after we’ve used you for target practice!”
Atarroa nodded to one of the women he raise her spear and prepared it to cast at Jondolar. Faced with his imminent demise, his last thoughts were of Iga, the mute woman, half a continent away who Shared Pleasured with Flatheads. Could being a her 2nd man have been worse than what happened to him now?
He saw her muscles tense as she drew back her spear. A spear flew through the air and hit her just as she released. It when short, sticking in the ground at his feet! Jondolar look for the source of his salvation and saw a vaguely familiar face. It was the Hadumai man that had warned him about going this way with several of his friends! They gave a battle cry as they charged at the S’Amunai women. It was hard to tell what was going on as the Hadumai men wrestled the S’Amunai women. One man ran behind Jondolar with a knife and cut his bonds. Jondolar threw an arm over the shoulder over the man who helped him hobble off to an escape. Jondolar was sure they had gotten away when the most of the other Hadumai men caught up with him. Although he knew little of their language, from the way he was talking, it was clear that some of the men had been killed.
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The Hadumai healer was able to reset Jondolar’s hip. He’d have to use a walking stick for the rest of his life. But at least he was able to walk now. He spend the winter with them, learning their language and warning about just how dangerous the S’Armunai were.
“Are you sure you won’t stay with us, Jondolar?” and Madrun. “I’m sure Hadrun is not the only woman who’d make it worth your while.”
“No, as attractive as that offer is, I am and always will be Jondolar of the 9th Cave of the Zelandonii,” replied Jondolar. “It’s time a returned home.”
“Hey! Has anybody seen Magradun?” asked a Hadumai woman. “He went out hunting yesterday and never returned!”
It was slow going. Jondolar had to spend a winter, each, with the Losadunai and the Lanzadonii before he was able to finally return. He turned a corner and saw it on the cliff above. The 9th Cave of the Zelandonii. Jondolar was finally home.
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“Let them go!” called out Atarroa, as the surviving Hadumai men ran off after rescuing Jondolar. “we’ve got something more important to do!”
That night, the S’Amunai, opened the doors of their prison for males and killed every one of them. On Atarroa’s orders, the males were then cooked and every woman was required to eat of the flesh of their husbands, brothers and sons.
The next spring, the S’Amunai began stalking the Hadumai. Any man who went out alone, was killed and brought home to be eaten. And Hadumai woman who went out alone was captured and forced to eat the flesh of the next Hadumai man captured before she would be allowed out of the prison to join the ranks of the S’Armunai.
After two years of this Atarroa judged that they had sufficient numbers to attack the Hadumai. They struck and night and had captured or killed all of them as they slept. The surviving Hadumai women were given a choice. Eat or be eaten. As a result, the S’Armunai ranks grew.
Using Hadumai boats, the S’Armunai went down river to attack the Sharamudoi. They spent a winter under siege before the Sharamudoi finally drove off the invaders. They were appalled at the savagery of the invaders! Any Sharamudoi man captured was roasted alive and eaten in full view of his people. Any Sharamudoi woman captured was forced to eat human flesh and join their ranks.
When the Sharamudoi finally broke the siege, the Ramudoi chased the invaders up the Sava river for three days before giving up their thirst for vengeance.
The S’Armunai contiued in their boats up the river until it became too shallow. They then traveled West and South until they found a sea. The continued along the coast of this sea going South a west looking for a people they could add to their ranks. Their course drew them closer and closer to the home of the Đumbleđore Član of the Članlűna. . . .
Chapter 45: S’Armunai
Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling
Earth’s Children is owned by Jean Auel
“That’s it,” assured Jondolar as he coached the S’Armuna boy he was teaching how to knap flint.
The lesson was suddenly interrupted by the opening of the gate. Several women armed with spears ran straight for Jondolar. Since he couldn’t walk, they picked him up and dragged him out of the prison for males.
The pain in his hip reminded him of that awful day he had been captured. A group of women had held him suspended by all four limbs pulled tightly while their Leader, Atarroa had stomped on his thigh until his hip dislocated, ignoring his screams as she kicked at him.
The women drug Jondolar over to a set of posts in the ground, each one taller than a man. They forced him to stand on his good leg while they tied his hands, behind his back, to the post.
“You were warned about causing trouble, Zellandonii,” admonished Atarroa.
“All I’ve done is, teach a few boys about tool making,” protested Jondolar. “They need a way to contribute to the good of the S’Armunai.”
“We don’t need contributions from males!” screamed Atarroa. “Women don’t need men for anything! You’ve been told to keep your mouth shut! Instead you’ve stirred up our men, made them uppity. Well, you’re not going to stir them up any more! . . . not after we’ve used you for target practice!”
Atarroa nodded to one of the women he raise her spear and prepared it to cast at Jondolar. Faced with his imminent demise, his last thoughts were of Iga, the mute woman, half a continent away who Shared Pleasured with Flatheads. Could being a her 2nd man have been worse than what happened to him now?
He saw her muscles tense as she drew back her spear. A spear flew through the air and hit her just as she released. It when short, sticking in the ground at his feet! Jondolar look for the source of his salvation and saw a vaguely familiar face. It was the Hadumai man that had warned him about going this way with several of his friends! They gave a battle cry as they charged at the S’Amunai women. It was hard to tell what was going on as the Hadumai men wrestled the S’Amunai women. One man ran behind Jondolar with a knife and cut his bonds. Jondolar threw an arm over the shoulder over the man who helped him hobble off to an escape. Jondolar was sure they had gotten away when the most of the other Hadumai men caught up with him. Although he knew little of their language, from the way he was talking, it was clear that some of the men had been killed.
JJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ
The Hadumai healer was able to reset Jondolar’s hip. He’d have to use a walking stick for the rest of his life. But at least he was able to walk now. He spend the winter with them, learning their language and warning about just how dangerous the S’Armunai were.
“Are you sure you won’t stay with us, Jondolar?” and Madrun. “I’m sure Hadrun is not the only woman who’d make it worth your while.”
“No, as attractive as that offer is, I am and always will be Jondolar of the 9th Cave of the Zelandonii,” replied Jondolar. “It’s time a returned home.”
“Hey! Has anybody seen Magradun?” asked a Hadumai woman. “He went out hunting yesterday and never returned!”
It was slow going. Jondolar had to spend a winter, each, with the Losadunai and the Lanzadonii before he was able to finally return. He turned a corner and saw it on the cliff above. The 9th Cave of the Zelandonii. Jondolar was finally home.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
“Let them go!” called out Atarroa, as the surviving Hadumai men ran off after rescuing Jondolar. “we’ve got something more important to do!”
That night, the S’Amunai, opened the doors of their prison for males and killed every one of them. On Atarroa’s orders, the males were then cooked and every woman was required to eat of the flesh of their husbands, brothers and sons.
The next spring, the S’Amunai began stalking the Hadumai. Any man who went out alone, was killed and brought home to be eaten. And Hadumai woman who went out alone was captured and forced to eat the flesh of the next Hadumai man captured before she would be allowed out of the prison to join the ranks of the S’Armunai.
After two years of this Atarroa judged that they had sufficient numbers to attack the Hadumai. They struck and night and had captured or killed all of them as they slept. The surviving Hadumai women were given a choice. Eat or be eaten. As a result, the S’Armunai ranks grew.
Using Hadumai boats, the S’Armunai went down river to attack the Sharamudoi. They spent a winter under siege before the Sharamudoi finally drove off the invaders. They were appalled at the savagery of the invaders! Any Sharamudoi man captured was roasted alive and eaten in full view of his people. Any Sharamudoi woman captured was forced to eat human flesh and join their ranks.
When the Sharamudoi finally broke the siege, the Ramudoi chased the invaders up the Sava river for three days before giving up their thirst for vengeance.
The S’Armunai contiued in their boats up the river until it became too shallow. They then traveled West and South until they found a sea. The continued along the coast of this sea going South a west looking for a people they could add to their ranks. Their course drew them closer and closer to the home of the Đumbleđore Član of the Članlűna. . . .
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