Dherrit
When the world was young, the Ghenid ( Ghenid Culture ) people were one. Before the tribes and clans, dead Neghenu, the demon-queen ruled from the Underworld. Her daughters were the Grandmothers, the first S'Cra-Oang - the War Queens. Her granddaughters were S'Oang (matriarchs). The world was cold and though the Ghenu had fine pelts and leather, they only had the warmth of fresh blood and other bodies. The S'Cra-Oang asked Neghenu for the gift of Fire that the four legs (Centaurs) and others had from their Demon rulers. Neghenu told them she had given them the Gifts of Life, Strength, Apa (cunning) and the Aedoteerua ( Aedoteerua: The Soul Chain ) that joined all the People under her. All else they must gain and hold themselves and by what they possessed they would be ranked under her.
The S'Cra-Oang twisted the chains to make their daughters and grand-daughters obey, commanding that they be brought the secret of Fire. The most cunning was Dherrit. She gathered her brother and others to steal fire from the Fourlegs. She knew the others would copy her, and they rushed ahead. She spoke of stealing the fire of the Sun by throwing rocks and spears from the highest mountain, and bringing down the Sun. Others rans to do this, thinking they might gain the favor of the S'Cra-Oang. Dherrit consulted her Shadow, knowing that her brother B'ata listened. She told it that the other ideas had been tricks, and that she would gather ropes and capture the Sun at the Edge of the World. It would be easier to track where the Sun would go down and catch it there. B'ata stole away to beat her. Thinking he could rise above the females with this prize.
The raiders brought back burning wood, but not the secret of making it. They must serve it and feed it or it died. When called back from the Land of the Dead, the fire gave no warmth and could not feed from the Living World. The ones on the mountain could not strike the Sun. It was too high and far away and not even the strongest could throw a spear far enough. B'ata went with others to the edge of the world. Some turned to try to catch the rising Sun. But each day it rose in just a little different place and they could not catch it. The others tracked the path of the Sun to catch it going down Under the World. They cast ropes to catch it - and the Sun burned away their cords. B'ata set his net of boiled leather in water and waited while others tried making things of bone and wood to catch the Sun. That evening as the Sun came down the others tried to stab, spear or grab the Sun. It burned away their spears, axes, ropes and scoops. Small fires were knocked from the Sun and some tried to catch them and were burned. B'ata threw his wet leather net and caught the Sun in it. It hissed and blazed and fought his effort to pull it from it's path. As others tried to grab the net and make claim, he pulled it to him and held tight. The Sun burnt them all and finally escaped the net, pulling a few over the edge of the world and into the nothing beyond. B'ata and the other burnt ones were blackend bones that struggled to find their way back to the camp of the Ghenu.
Dherrit had gone to raid the Fourlegs. She captured a small one and bound it with Aedoteerua. She stole a burning branch. She showed the fire to her chained fourleg and made it understand that she wanted it to make the fire for her. In the cold night it did. Working sticks and bits of cut wood. Then Dherrit brought her prize to the S'Cra-Oang and twisting the chain made it make the fire for them. Then Dherrit also made the fire and the S'Cra-Oang fought over who would place the new Aedoteerua on Dherrit, claiming her and her slave. While the Grandmothers fought, Dherrit escaped, leaving the Fourleg. The Grandmothers also fought over the Fourleg and finally one took hold of it and found that Dherrit had killed it, leaving only meat and none of the secret. But the S'Cra-Oang and S'Oang knew they could place the Chains on not just Ghenid or things. And they knew they could make others teach them the secret. And Dherrit gained Esueh taking chains on those she taught to make Fire.
Social
Family Ties
Dherrit is generally considered a D'Nara or 3rd generation. Her brother is B'ata, the fool. Mother is never given and some say she was either specially made or a daughter of Neghenu herself. Ghenid are not generally very philosophical and not really concerned with if Dherrit is mythical or not. She is generally assumed to have lived, and returned and now rules near the top of the heirarchy in the Ghenid Underworld.
In Ghenid oral tradition The Dherrit and B'ata stories teach important lessons, while imparting the values of the culture. B’ata is the foolish male who is greedy and short sighted. He makes great plans that fail on simple errors. He finds a building and puts his mark on the doors and does the binding and treasure rites to capture and send it to his tomb, but finds he has only a pile of doors. He tries to capture fire and goes to the edge of the world to steal the setting sun. He’s burnt up. His counter is Dherrit - the cunning female who also tricks B’ata frequently. She wins the contests. She finds the secrets. In one story she seeks the secret of Iron. She captures slaves to extract information, but can't speak the living language. She realizes that ghost speech is different and so kills her captives in a marsh, then summons the ghosts that night - showing the dead bodies and forcing them to tell her about collecting and smelting bog iron. In the stories Dherrit always wins. B'ata always loses, even if he seems to win.
Only the strongest and best can rule. This The Grandmother decrees. Each in service to clan, mothers and Grandmothers back to the S’ua, the first mothers and The Grandmother. This is our way. We take what we want or make lessers give it to us. And what is ours is ours forever, bound with chains. The pretty slave. The good weapon.
Daughters birth more cubs who grow and make the clan stronger. Sons are fodder to the Clan - they only bring themselves, loot and slaves, the khaengua, scum. And there are the waste of skin - Whaerso, the wretched. These are not even worth death. Too weak and useless, broken and damaged, and so worth nothing in the afterlands.
Children
Gender
Female
Eyes
Dark brick red with flecks of yellow.
Hair
She has a stark white mane
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Her coat is yellow brown with crescent shaped spots. No Ghenid clan has this type of spotting
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