The Kaiila, Rebuidling a Species

To preface- There are currently three subspecies of kaiila found throughout Gor. The Southern kaiila, a carnivore. The Desert kaiila, an omnivore. The Barrens kaiila, strictly an herbivore. These are the only three in Gor, though hybrids are somewhat likely what with trade, the moving of and breeding of livestock. For the purpose of this essay I will collectively refer to them as “kaiila”. This will be my rebuttal against long-held views of the species and as a possible way to further build upon what has already been gathered together and inferred.

Firstly, the size of the animal relative to the average Gorean. The kaiila in the books are Very Big and Very Tall, standing around 20 to 22 hands in height. However, so many people in SL-Gor are extremely focused on just that- Being Very Big and Very Tall. The kaiila role player that doesn’t fit this formula is quietly ridiculed. How silly would it be for a Huge Man to ride what amounts to a PONY! How they would be mocked! Woe be unto the Warrior who rides a little kaiila, for they are the least among men! Woe unto the kaiila who is of small stature, for they are not towering over the heads of their Masters! They are a mockery of the species!

Let me bring your attention to one Genghis Khan- Head of the Mongol Empire that conquered, pillaged and ruled Eurasia from 1206 to 1368. Back then there were no modern vehicles or even horses- No massive Draft horses, no fancy Frisians, or long and lanky Thoroughbreds. At least, not as we know them today. Horses then were smaller, mostly due to poorer diets and conditions, as well as less specialized breeding. It was one such animal, the Mongolian Horse, that brought Genghis Khan and his army raping and pillaging through Eurasia at a mere 12 hands in height. To put that into perspective, modern ponies are generally around 14 hands in height. Half of the known world was conquered on the backs of ancient ponies, and none of them were considered any less for it.

I also have reason to believe that the average Gorean was around 5 feet in height, not the six to eight feet Tarl Cabot was hinted at, and that he was the exception and not the rule-! But as I have long lost the quotes, I have nothing to back this up with. Anyway back to the scheduled beating of a dead horse, because at this point anyone who has met me has heard some form of this rant at least twice. Hopefully after this you won’t have to hear it any more!

What I have long wanted to bring to other’s attention were various attributes of the By The Book kaiila. The kaiila’s possible origins, it’s teeth, and it’s temperament specifically concerning humans.

I disagree with the Moropus theory [1]. This theory states that all kaiila are descent of Moropus Distans, an omnivorous early split-off ancestor of the horse that routinely used it’s large blunt claws to dig up tubers, roots, and other ground plants for food as well as for hunting down live prey in the form of smaller animals, such as early lizards and rodents with sharp sabre teeth. At some point these creatures were brought to Gor and adapted. Eventually their descendants, the Kaiila would be tamed and used as pack animals and war mounts.

This theory, while quite sound at first does not hold water when examined. From further study of remains, Moropus and other Chalciotheriodae were in fact herbivores, solely plant eaters more akin to giant sloths [2]. The large claws associated with digging were in fact used to drag down branches as the creature reared upwards to browse. The long canines and incisors once thought for the rending of flesh and tough roots were in fact baby teeth- Once these creatures hit adulthood, they would fall from the mouth never to grow again as their eating habits changed to match their greater size. No more eating tough plants but browsing for softer ones.

The modern kaiila could not have naturally come from such an animal, although given time and enough work by Physicians or Priest Kings, could have been forcibly given the attributes as needed. Alter the genome and code to have a shorter intestine for processing meat as well as plants, to have the anterior teeth never fall, and you have the base for a kaiila.

On an equally important side note, the common depiction of a kaiila’s canines as large and thick, visibly poking out from between the lips to descend down past the jaw is inaccurate. It is claimed that those are it’s fangs, and how can it rip and tear without them? Well, for one- humans have fangs, as do dogs, cats, and hippos. None of these are shown with such disproportionately large teeth, and here is why- Shrinkwrapping. It is an outdated but still widely used method of reconstructing a long dead organism without the proper muscle and fat around the skeleton. Without these, you get velociraptors with a visible pubis bone [3], entelodonts with no face [4], and shockingly, a predatory catlike mammal with no gums or lips to speak of, much less with. With the proper muscle and fat, the kaiila would likely have less visible fangs, or indeed fangs hidden by fleshy lips [5].

This last part I will admit is a bit of a reach, and a little preachy considering I write this to Gorean role players. First off, Gor is a harsh world, one of men and power, where might makes right. Second, and most important- Everything is your enemy. Everything that walks, flies and squats in the mud wants to tear your face off and eat your eyes like fleshy grapes.

This is a lie. Not everything on the planet wants you dead or in chains. Every person? Unlikely, unless you are on their hit list for one reason or another. It is far more likely you are a complete stranger to them, and thus an enemy. Every animal? Also unlikely, as unless they are specifically trained to respond to humans, or have learned on their own to respond, will ignore you after a bit of sniffing, if they notice you at all. In short, that herd of kaiila in the nearby fields Will Not Eat You. For all their size, a kaiila will generally eat once every few days and unless trained to attack and defend will not descend in a ravenous fury of teeth and claws on every person in the vicinity. Animals do not do that, and if they do it means they are starving for food or very sick. However it is also possible that they have found humans to be a relatively plentiful, low-risk meal. Add in the whole “throwing slaves to feed the kaiila” that seems to offered up as a very real threat [6], and you could have a trained man-eater.

Citations

[1] (( In my Kaiila class, I use a reference to an Ancient Earth animal. There are no references in the books for this. It is simply a way to express a further sighted idea much like what is expressed for Human cultures in many of the books. This particular portion is taken from classes I attended myself and is an accepted scientific extension within certain circles of the Game.
As with most things, I will research each concept for relevance and Ideological consistency and have found this idea to pass the test. This generally has no bearing upon RP with Kaiila within the SL game of Gor. Your Mileage may vary. Ketchakah ))

From Internet. NOT my words

Moropus distans (Moropus Marsh, 1877) http://prehistoric-fauna.com/Moropus

Order: Perissodactyla See below
Family: Chalicotheriidae See below
Time period: Early Miocene of North America
Size: 3,3 m in length, 240 cm in height, 1000 – 1700 kg of weight
Typical representative: Moropus distans Marsh, 1877

Moropus is an extinct genus of mammal, belonging to a group called chalicotheres, which were perissodactyl (“odd-toed”) mammals, endemic to North America during the Miocene, existing for approximately 9.4 million years.
Moropus is related to the modern horse, rhino, and tapir. Like other chalicotheres, they differed from their modern relatives in having large claws, rather than hooves, on the front feet; these claws may have been used for defense or digging for food. Moropus stood about 2.4 m tall at the shoulder. The three highly compressed claw-like hooves on each foot were split down the middle. These claws actually gave Moropus its name: ” slow “or “sloth foot”. This name implies that because of the claws, Moropus was a clumsy mover. But the articulation of the phalangeal (finger) bones, in addition to probable large foot and toe pads, shows that Moropus probably could raise the claws slightly to enable it to move about quite smoothly. Because the paws curve inward, it probably had a pigeon-toed gait.

(( Below are some explanations of the above classifications. Remember not all animals belonging to a said group are the same, just related. There is much conflicting information. The references are to just give an idea of what we are talking about. ))

Distens : From Greek meaning “distant”. There are several known sub species within this classification as it relates to Moropus.

Perissoddactla : http://www.ucmp.berkeley.edu/mammal/mesaxonia/perissodactyla.html
Odd-toed” or “odd-hoofed” mammals make up the Perissodactyla. Like the “even-toed” Artiodactyla, perissodactyls are unguligrades; that is, they walk on the terminal bones of the toes and have enlarged toenails forming hoofs. Unlike artiodactyls, perissodactyls either walk on three toes (like rhinos, tapirs, many extinct horses, and other extinct groups) or on a single toe (like recent horses).

Only seventeen species of perissodactyls remain on the Earth today, a shadow of the group’s former glory. Perissodactyls were once much more diverse, including the enormous horned brontotheres, the bizarre browsing, clawed chalicotheres, and the largest land mammal of all time, the Eocene Indricotherium (formerly known as Baluchitherium). It stood five meters (over sixteen feet) tall at the shoulder.

Chalicotheres : https://research.amnh.org/paleontology/perissodactyl/evolution/groups/chalicotheriidae http://cenozoiclife.blogspot.com/2016/11/marshs-chalicothere-moropus-elatus.html

(From Greek chalix, “gravel” + therion, “beast”) were a group of herbivorous, odd-toed ungulate (perissodactyl) mammals spread throughout North America, Europe, Asia, and Africa during the Middle Eocene to Early Pleistocene subepochs living from 46.2 mya—781,000 years ago, existing approximately 45.519 million years.[2]

They evolved around 46 million years ago from small, forest animals similar to the early horses. Many chalicotheres, including such animals as Moropus and Chalicotherium, reached the size of a horse. By the late Oligocene, they had divided into two groups: one that grazed in open areas and another that was more adapted to woodlands. They died out around 781,000 years ago, with Nestoritherium being the most recently dated chalicothere. Chalicotheres are related to the extinct brontotheres, as well as to modern day horses, rhinoceroses, and tapirs.

(( It has been said to me that Moropus may have been a knuckle walker, much like a modern gorilla. Of course this is totally possible, and some sources will support this theory. There are however, NO other animals within the Phylums that behave this way. Scientific logic would say that this thought is not consistent with other forms of later creatures that have developed from this animal.
The animals speculated shape is also in question. Many fossil skeletons of this animal have been recovered, most are extremely complete. Depending upon how the animal was re built will determine its stature. A simple Internet search will show rebuilt skeletons in all different configurations.
It is however ALL theory so up to each to decide for them selves. The Portion here is but to add consistency. It really has nothing to do much with the game of Gor. Ketchakah Kaiila ))

[2] http://www.prehistoric-wildlife.com/species/c/chalicotherium.html

[3] http://a-dinosaur-a-day.com/post/181328521115/a-dinosaur-a-day-american-museum-of-natural

[4] http://palaeofail-explained.tumblr.com/post/161993294101/something-that-really-upsets-me-about

[5] https://fineartamerica.com/featured/homotherium-sabre-toothed-cat-mauricio-anton.html

[6] I had been troubled that the shock of her radical transposition between worlds, coupled with her reduction to servitude, might disarrange her mind, might shatter her and make her worthless to the Tuchuks, who might then have simply cast her to the Kaiila and herd Sleen. — Nomads Pg 99

“On the other hand,” said Kamchak, “I may feed you to the Kaiila.”
At this the Turian maiden trembled slightly, and looked down. “I doubt that you are good for much,” Kamchak said, “but Kaiila feed.” — Nomads Pg 216

“You were actually quite fortunate. A girl who does what you did might be maimed or thrown to sleen or Kaiila”—Nomads Pg 425

“You do not sound to me sufficiently sincere,” I said. “But I am!” she laughed. “I think in the morning,” I said, “I will throw you to Kaiila.”—Nomads Pg 463

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Editorial Gazette of Gor #111

Dear Goreans,

Almost another year went by in Second life Gor. Some said SL Gor would have died this year, but it is still alive. Even some who left earlier came back to Gor and new people joined. At the other hand there is sad news as well as the camp of the legendary panther tribe Sa Di Sani (SDS) is almost empty every day and another legendary panther tribe Forest Moon will close down soon.

I quote from the notice “Closing of Forest Moon” by Sav (1ladysavage.ansar):
“Finding good loyal huntresses is near impossible any more, the huntresses now usually end up with someones alt who can’t dedicate the time or put the effort to get to know the tribe and how it functions .The newer people to GOR doesnt seem to understand what the old GOR was about and don’t seem to want to help bring it back. I have given this a lot of thought and talked to the most important people to me that have been around me for many years. It also comes with a very heavy heart to make this announcement.I will not be leaving GOR, but I will no long sit and wonder who is going to be in camp today. Who’s going to be whining about being shot at or having huntresses being accused of things.”

I completely agree with the observations of Sav. One of the most experienced and dedicated EN’s in Gor!

Being a leader or SIM owner is pretty tough today. Dedication and tribe loyalty are less than a few years ago. Some members must be entertained else they will leave the tribe or alt out. But they are still people who are dedicated and loyal and I have seen new people who want to play “old school” Gor and like to roleplay.
You can read an example of this in “The poisoned huntress” a lengthy roleplay of the Sa’Jesuil and Talender Moon tribes. Also there is an interview with Meggan of the Sa’Pasheen panther tribe. There is lots to read in this edition of the Gazette of Gor. Like The life of Val, Panther stories by Branca Coba, Vorgous Carver’s Journal and information about the Blackwater Mercs. Last but not least you may increase your knowledge about the Cast of Scribes.

The Gazette of Gor team wishes you a Merry Christmas and a wonderful New (Gor) Year.

Mariko Marchant

 

The life of Val – Taste of blood – Part 3

There are always many ways to live your life in Gor. But there is only one way to freedom. And this path is strewn with corpses

There are always many ways to live your life in Gor. But there is only one way to freedom. And when we begin to find what could motivate us, everything becomes simpler. In killing this man, I found some of the reasons for my existence. Kill to progress, kill to feel better.

Well, that’s what I though. I thought it was enough to kill anyone who would hurt me to feel better. So I launched my campaign of suffering by seeking to be hurt, to better revenge and kill. I was looking for trouble by getting closer to the villages, luring men to better defeat them and steal them later. And as soon as I finished these abuses, I fled into the forest, in hidden places I had defined .. It is not easy to want to survive. Indirectly, I had just declared that I wanted my death, to join my family. No matter how long it would take. Only this finality became important.

As time went on, my hunting board grew great, became more and more consistent. A man would die and a little of me would come back to life. Bounties were placarded everywhere, defining me as an outlaw, to capture, dead or alive …. rather dead elsewhere .. I had no illusions. I’ll be captured soon. My hiding places became less and less secure. Patrols of villagers crisscrossed the forest. I had to run away. I also had to find allies to be able to breathe. What hypocrisy! A dead woman who wants to breathe.

So I took my pack and I ran again to new lands and I arrived on an island with a name so surprising that I forgot … with a tribe so small but with people with a big heart, the Gylden Katten

A life

In our big family, called tribe, we have low and high. It only takes a few drinks to make us see life less great and to feel the need to go elsewhere, to make the famous gorean break, leaving behind us, beloved people for us. And when that happens to us, when we feel helpless, then we regret our presence, telling us this …. Where are those dear ones who brought us so many smiles.

Valou (valou76)

Vorgous Carver’s Journal 010

Fifth Hand, Fourth Day of the month of En’ Kara, Year 10162 Contasta Ar
I am far more suited to the backwoods — the rules of civil formalities elsewhere are simply too much trouble.

It is not that I am uncouth or barbaric. I am, I suppose, merely apathetic to certain “niceties.” It may also be that I am simply naive and ignorant of proper manners. I shall defend myself by arguing otherwise. The fact is that I tolerate that which others criticize or take offense — and this is known well to those that know me. Perhaps to those observing such it is seen as a flaw in my upbringing. That belief makes me laugh, and should make laugh those that know me well, as my upbringing remains a shrouded mystery. In any event, it bothers me little that I may fail to notice or take offense if a slave mistakenly greets a woman before myself or if she heels to the wrong side of an owner or if pub service falls short of perfection. Tanz, of course, notices these things far more than I and does not hesitate to point out flaws — not with malice, but with far more honorable reasons. And, her counterbalance to my disinterest demonstrates good arguments that in my approach I may be wrong — though I shall never admit it. The reasoning that favors her, though, is this. If others correct such things not in cruelty but to better the slave, to increase her worth to her owner, to avoid her future trouble and embarassment, and to make her better in what she wants to be then, of course, they act with honor to society, the owner, and the slave. I, on the other hand, am satisfied to receive my drink unpoisoned and absorb the loveliness of the comely creature bringing it. Perhaps in not being more exacting and demanding in her ways I failed my former kajira brynn — I do not know. Then, again, perhaps she simply was not meant or not ready to become kajira in its fullness. Word has come to me though I have not confirmed its truth — that brynn is no longer slave, but free. As I write this, I smile, for if that is the case, it is a sight someday I would like to behold.

* * *

Tanz and I left Gimli, and began to proceed vask (south) towards the Vosk. The slave we took did not last long in our company, and I was relieved to see this one settled with another that Tanz encountered on our journey. It had been my intent to take the wagon klim (west) along the Vosk towards Siba and reclaim the Serendipity, but unfortunately (and I am embarassed to admit this) we were misdirected along a road and found ourselves quite far rim (east) when we came upon the Vosk. As long as we were so far from our intended destination, I decided to travel by caravan further rim (east). When we were in Corcyrus I had read a book by Manus Candoit titled “Circumnavigation of Gor.” According to the author a secret water route along the Vosk river somewhere near Treve enabled one, by traveling rim (east) to reach the klim (west). I wanted to look to see if I could see some sign of anything that might lead me to accept his fabled tributary. I had another reason to head rim (east) as well. I had reason to believe a woman once dear to me dwelled in that area. It was hard for me to fathom the rumors of her residence there because according to it she lived amongst the scoundrels of Treve, a place known to be infested by assassins and thieves. As it was, I was impelled to learn the truth for myself.

And so we traveled, sometimes by the river bank sometimes away from it, for the most part avoiding the river ports and other civilization when possible, the better to enjoy each another’s company. Tanz is a constant surprise to me. She is well-read, and as I have just mentioned she knows well the rules that disinterest me. It is my guess she has a refined upbringing; I do not know for sure because I press her little more than she is willing to reveal. What is clear is that she has taken with little disagreement the ordeals of traveling days on dusty roads, living off the land, and the absence of more civilized life. But eventually such takes it toll on her and as we neared what must have been close to the end of the Vosk, we reached the Village of Minus and decided to spend the night there. It was my intent to seek further information on the way to Treve from this surprisingly large village. At the time, of course, I did not know its connection to the secret city of Treve.

No sooner had our caravan reached the dock and village entrance than a boat reached the dock as well. Off the vessel stepped a veiled woman, impecably dressed, accompanied by slave. I almost gave her no attention because she seemed the annoying haughty type and which many claim clearly beg to embrace a collar — were a man interested enough to make it happen. However, I did look towards her and notwithstanding the veil, immediately recognized her. How I knew her I cannot say — for I do not know. Perhaps it was by her shape or something about her eyes and hair — or perhaps it was her voice as she talked to her kajira. Whatever it was I knew immediately it was Payton, the same woman I knew in Siba and in Nadira — and thought to find in Treve. So, with exuberance I stopped the bosk and called out her name.

To say her reaction was unexpected would be an understatement. Indeed, at first there was no reaction, and I was sure I had erred in my identification. Since it might be she had not heard me, I called again. This time she gave some part of her attention to me — it is hard to ignore a large caravan pulled by a large bosk however one haughty one might be. Ultimately, and it almost seemed to me that within her a battle raged as to how she should react, she admitted, almost begrudgingly, both her name and that she knew me and, finally, that whatever memories of me she had fell to the positive rather than the negative side of the balance sheet. But I cannot say there was much emotion in her voice and manner for she remained aloof as if my presence was something of a nuisance to her affairs. Regardless, I made the appropriate introductions between her and Tanz and eventually she, joined by Tanz, made their way to the inn for a drink while I secured the caravan and found a place for Fredda to graze.

When, after leaving Fredda, I reached them in the tavern it seemed to some extent Payton, or Lady Payton I should say, had become more agreeable. Though to say she was the Payton of old would be to say a shadow has a personality. To be sure I think she thought me, come from the trail and dusty, something of a vagabond. And, equally, I am sure she could not understand the reason for our travels — or that, for this journey’s leg, I had sought her out. She insisted upon paying for our stay in the inn, ignoring my protests. In fact, the only thing that seemed to brighten her features (since she was veiled perhaps only so I thought) was when she realized that Tanz and I were bonded by manner and not by contract nor of collar. After all, Payton had known of Eesha and me. But, just when I sensed the ice might soon be broken, Payton, claiming other matters were calling her away, left us and, left me to wonder at the chasm that yet remained. Tanz could tell from face my bewildrment and disappointment of the situation and, unprompted, insisted that Payton had acted in the way a civilized free woman is expected to conduct herself.

The situation was far different the next day when we chanced upon the other person I had hoped to see — a darling kajira known as rose. We were outside the village walls checking on Fredda. A tarn landed and there as if from heaven rose disembarked from a passenger bag beneath it. Almost immediately rose saw me and, at once, expressed much joy and love towards me — far more than her station as a slave requires. And I expressed in return much pleasure in seeing her. Her manner little different than the past and though much time had passed it seemed like I had last seen her only yesterday. As with Payton, rose I knew in Siba and in Nadira. And, as I introduced her to Tanz and Tanz to her and we spoke a bit before her duties called her away from us a thought quite obvious to some but not until then to me appeared. For the moment, I profess, I did not consider nor ask the wheres or whys of her arrival by tarn.

Two women — Lady Payton and rose. Payton, free, encumbered not just by her clothes and veil, but utterly restrained, her personality leashed, her emotions collared, the very essence of her soul controlled by society’s expectations. While, rose, the so-called slave, was uninhibited by all such burdens and requirements. She could display her charms and enjoy her very being. I began to wonder, under such circumstances, who is the captive and who the one released from captivity.

* * * *

A point to note. On our first night Tanz was called to minister medical aid and we took a ship along the Vosk. On the way back, I had the idea to have the Serendipty towed to Minus from Siba so we now have our vessel back. I cannot wait to give the ship a sail.

* * * *

Several times I have referred to Treve. There is more I need to write about it, but it will not been in this journal entry. Before I move in that direction, I think it best to consider the limits of what I know or think I know before I write it down. Besides I grow fatigued. But before I retire I must make some note of what I would call the incident of the bosk and the ravenous females. Unfortunately, the only one’s name I caught during the event was that of “Mona.” (I later heard that the others were named Wanita and Heaven, and that a fourth one named Asea joined them.)

As soon as rose left outside the village walls, several women in weary clothes began to approach Fredda, their eyes looking with what I mistook as admiration for our good-natured beast. As they neared, these women, at first three in number, began to talk of desires more murderous than pleasant. They talked of killing Fredda and butchering her for food. I warned them off but they approached unheeding my demands or claims of ownership. Tanz added her voice to our protests, but still they came, focused solely on the beast and the desire to carve her up. Their eyes seemed to glow red with bloodthirsty desire and they moved as if risen from the dead. I could have drawn my sword, but foolish me continued to think they would listen to reason and certainly not disobey my commands to stop their advance. Besides, I knew them not and I, not they, was the visitor to Minus and knew little of the laws and customs there. As those who read my journals know, Fredda had survived the interest of a kurii already, by my bargain. These women, I feared, would be more formidable than a mere kur.

As it would have it, Fredda seemed well able to take care of herself. Distracted by two of the women, the third approached the bosk with evil intent on her far side. Fredda turned her head and the woman, dodging the blow, nevertheless slipped on the ground. I offered her my hand to help her rise and implored her to keep her distance. These women three were joined by fourth also seemingly desirous of Fredda’s loins.

In the end, I managed to salvaged Fredda’s life and perhaps theirs as well by spending coin to bribe them off — almost as much as it might cost to buy a bosk.

To think of Fredda as I, and I think Tanz does, is foolishness. While true we could have engaged another beast and with our boat now docked in Minus I probably was making more of this than needed to be made. But I, and I believe I speak for Tanz, have grown quite attached to the bosk in our travels.

Vorgous Carver

Closing of Forest Moon

Hello Everyone,

I announced to the Forest Moon Tribe on 12/16 that I was going to disband the Forest Moon Tribe effective 2/1/2019. I have spent the last 3 years attempting to rebuild this tribe back to its days of a respectiful tribe.

When I took over this tribe I promised Moon I would hold the keys to the tribe and i would be that one to turn off the lights. That time has come.

Even though I feel the respect from other tribe members, we are attracting the wrong type of raiders and groups. We are and have always been a Panther Tribe. We are not equal to a Merc or an Outlaw tribe. These raids have given the name of the tribe a bad name that I can no longer correct.

It tears at my heart to be called a Pew Pew tribe. Even though we do RP alot in camp it doesn’t seem to stop the branding of being a Pew Pew tribe.

Finding good loyal huntresses is near impossable any more, the huntresses now usually end up with someones alt who can’t dedicate the time or put the effort to get to know the tribe and how it functions.

The newer people to GOR doesnt seem to understand what the old GOR was about and don’t seem to want to help bring it back

I have given this a lot of thought and talked to the most important people to me that have been around me for many years. It also comes with a very heavy heart to make this announcement.

I will not be leaving GOR, but I will no long sit and wonder who is going to be in camp today. Whos going to be whining about being shot at or having huntresses being accused of things.

I am tired, I have put about all I can into maintaining the the tribe.
I have finally said enough is enough.

Over the next few weeks starting yesterday, Moon and I will be purging the tribe groups, do not feel offended if you get a notification of being removed from a group of Forest Moon.

My appoligies to those that doesn’t understand or fail to accept this explanation.

My thank you’s to those of you who do understand.

All my love to my sisters and loyal huntresses from over the years

Sav
(soon to be former) EN Forest Moon