This is a story based on a Native American Shamaness Vampire character that I play in a chat room.
My name is Silver Sundown Walksfar Woman, and I was born in a Creek Village in Alabama in the year 1800. My mother was a Native Shamaness and my father was a wounded white man, by the name of Aurturous De La Roca. My mother and grandmother took him in, and while he was healing my mother fell in love with him. I came about as a result. However, my father left to try and continue west to find his family. He never made it back.
I was sent to find my father at my 18th year. The Spring had come, and the earth was warming and waking itself from winter sleep. I promised her that I would do what I could. I never quite understood why she sent me away, or why we lived apart from the others in the village. I would find out eventually. I did as my mother asked and left on my journey. Not long after I left, I was set upon by a man named Garamonde De Sade Du Sanguine. He took me prisoner and beat me on a regular basis. I was forced to work for him and his friends as a trade for goods. I often times had little food or shelter, and I am lucky to be telling this tale. I also discovered that my mother was visiting at his command. She stopped showing herself a few days after I became his property. It was not long after he took me, maybe one month, that I began to notice that we did all of our travels by night. He never came out during the day. I enjoyed the daylight hours greatly, because it spared me his abuse.
I will never forget the last time I saw his face. One night he became angry over a trade agreement gone wrong. He gutted the other trader from groin to gullet and seemed to bathe in the blood he spilled. I was terrified and not sure what I should do. I tried to make myself small and quiet in hopes of avoiding the rest of his ire. I was not successful that night. He came to me and pulled me out to the fire by my hair. He threw me down and as he did so tore my clothing from me. He told me he was done with me, and that I was of no use to him any longer. I begged him to release me, but he was merciless. He smashed me across the face knocking me flush to the ground. He then tied me to a stake near the fire and began to beat me with a razor strap all over my body. He especially took delight in my buttocks, thighs, and breasts. I was not sure I woud endure, but somehow I did. He continued this type of torture for almost a week. I still have a great many of the scars and have a wound that will not heal as a result of this final time with him.
The last time, I was barely conscious when he bit into me. I tried to fight him as he was vicious. He caused me no pleasure with this bite. I was almost gone, when someone interrupted him. He dropped me, and took his things and went away. I lingered there until almost morning, when I crawled into where he used to sleep.
That night I awoke to a new view on the world. My pain was excrusiating. I could barely make myself move, but I knew that somehow I had to survive. I was still a shamaness and used my faith to strengthen me as I traveled. I searched for several days, until I was taken in by a wanderer and was told what I had been made into. I truly wanted death, but I continued on. Some of my memory is gone and not clear to me as a result of his torments. I left my new friends and set out to find my father as I had promised. I never found him, and every decendent with the same name as mine, seemed to die suddenly upon my arrival to question them. I started to be prone to going to sleep for long periods. I lost time when I did this. I would awake sometimes to find that years had passed. It was after one such occasion that I awoke that I found myself led to a large manor in the Catskills. I was pleased at what I found.
The manor belonged to my many greats grandfather Austre De La Roca. He was like me only much older. He welcomed me into the family home. I came to realise that not only he, but some of his childer, had come to stay there. He was also married to a beautiful Indian woman named Kamna or Zen.
I once again started a new path in my unlife. My new father Austre began to teach me to read and understand this new age. You see I had been asleep for almost 75 years. I took the task to heart. It is my place now in this family to try and aid them. I nurse their hurts and try to calm their spirits. I also try to show them that even when others may call you devil, that there is still light within. I am now at home and at peace.
I only hope that it can remain so for long and long. I somehow fear that Garamonde still follows me hating me for surviving. I sometimes wake with his face still within my vision. I may never know if he still wishes to torment, but I do know that my family is mine and will not abandon me. I shall protect them as they protect me.
May the Night Bless You and the Wolf grant you his song
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
