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Vignette: Doc from Going Home By Stephan Handbringer [Sep. 7th, 2014|11:18 am]
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Born in the ancient west, native to the lands my tribe was slaughtered. I was adopted by people that came to settle this land after the slaughter. As I observe these foreigners, I find their ways strange to me. As I have observed these people I have seen my life in touch and in tune with nature. Though they lived within nature these people experienced no awe while within nature's charismatic majesty.
I learned the ways of the people that raised me, and still in my heart the songs of the tribes played. It was helpful to know both ways of life. I could meld into either culture as easily as changing my garb and speaking their languages. I was an ultimate insider to both groups of people by knowing and understanding there ways their languages, cultures and values.
Wandering the frontier I came to what was then a small outpost still divided from the wilds and the frontier. This outposts name was liberty. I learned many things from the soldiers of both nations that came through. As the town grew so did I the outpost became a town by the name of Liberty.
Eventually I became the Sheriff there in Liberty, until a band of men came to Liberty with a heart of war. These men, soldiers of foreign armies claiming these lands as their own, raped and cannibalized many of the people of the Liberty. These men a whirlwind came through, as a cloud of chaos and death. From the men that came within this cloud, of chaotic death, my life did
leave me abruptly. My life would leave first with lead, then with teeth. This man-being within the cloud and chaos captured me and, ate into the muscle of my chest leaving a gaping serrated wound. The scar from this terrifying maw still rests upon my chest. He spat his blood into my wound and laughed from his belly, as I lay dying. The deep black of death came upon me, rested upon me. The profound silence, I thought I was dead, I may have been. There was a moment when deaths caul left me. I was dead-awake, impossibility - yet I was aware. For centuries I thirsted and I was as the marauders, as I was the beast, until one day a peace came upon me the beast fell away. I still hungered but never in the way the beast within had.

Going Home By: Stephan Handbringer

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