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RE: "Serpent-Spawn", an attept to tell early Tusken history *updated 14th January 2008*
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Good luck on the exams and the portfolio, Nicole.  I will be patient for the next update. 
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RE: "Serpent-Spawn", an attept to tell early Tusken history *updated 14th January 2008*
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Thanks all of you!
*hugs her padawan and DG before running of to her next lesson!*
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I really like the story, I think it will be able to keep me away from learning for some time to read it 
It's exciting, I like the characters, except Lucien, I'm not sure, if I like him... And I know, there are only two characters right now 
 you are writing pretty good!
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RE: "Serpent-Spawn", an attept to tell early Tusken history *updated 18th January 2008*
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Well, you know me, dear Cem! 
Soon there will be an army of character that are linked together in very strange ways. The plot will explode!
Okay, we move along with the story line:
I turned around to face our two loyal pack animals that had been waiting for us patiently at the edge of the lake. Crépuscule and her brother Argent were both eopies that had been bred in papa’s own stables. He had the finest and most noble eopies under the twin moons of Saphuru. They were as fast as the desert winds themselves.
Crépuscule, a ten year old mare, bent her milk-white neck down gracefully when she saw me coming. I returned her that very favour and bowed in return. Eopies were proud creatures, easily offended. Dealing with them was always a question of fine manners.
When I looked up again, Crépuscule kneeled on the rough sand and I could easily mount her. The leather of the saddle creaked slightly when I did. I actually hated to ride her with a full harness, but papa insisted on it, calling it a matter of security. I found it more annoying for the mare herself. Even though she hadn’t been born under the free sky, I felt ashamed to let her carry the burden of a leather saddle and a holster.
Luçien passed by casually and kissed me lightly on the forehead. “Silly me, I always thought you enjoyed ridding!”
I stared at him puzzled. At times I found his ability to spot my very thoughts frightening. “What?” I gasped.
His deep laughter had a calming effect on me. “Your worried looks, each time you mount her, tell me a lot of stories. And it is also not the very nature of your lovely face to hide what you are thinking. You should practice in front of a mirror. Our honoured mothers are mistresses of deceit.”
“Bah!” I turned up my nose. “Mirrors are instruments of vanity and in some cases… vain. Have you ever a came across a mirror in the dune sea? What need should I have for it? I can not ride it. I can not eat it. I can not drink it. See, it’s is an unusable item after all.”
His laughter increased. “You truly belong into the desert, my wild and beautiful sister.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Beautiful. Me?”
His voice became very tender. There was also pride swinging in his words. “Well, what I can spot is: a girl of fourteen with skin like shimmering bronze. The proud way she holds up her head makes her a bit bigger than she actually is. She has a lovely face with high cheek bones and a very small nose. Amazing, as nosy as she is, this nose should definitely be as big as the snout from an eopie.”
Crépuscule made a mocking sound as though she could understand each single word that Luçien spoke.
“Your slanted eyes – set in humanoid features – show clearly that you are a Lidérc with an ancient trace of men blood in her veins, Isabeau. There is no white in them and your pupils are almost round due to night time. Your hair has the colour of a chestnut tree. Normally it falls down your back in soft waves, yet at present it is towered up with the clasps I gave you as a birthday present.”
Argent suddenly moved behind him and pushed Luçien slightly forward with his entire head. The impatience of the hot blooded stallion did not seem to bother her step-brother too much. He spoke on with a casual tone.
“And there is a moon shaped, red bindu on your forehead, showing that you have a very high position in papa´s homestead.” Luçien smirked out of a sudden. “This very high position also comes with a lot of duties. Duties which you dislike as much as your hair dislikes to be held up by clasps. Yes, you should indeed waste no time in front of the mirror to look like a presentable lady. It is pointless.”
Before I could blink, Luçien was in his saddle and strode past me. With a raised fist I mounted Crépuscule. “You will regret your words, brother. Wait until I get hold of you!”
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My beloved mother had taught me, when I was nothing more than a wee kitten on her lap, that the slow love making of sun and the wind created the stunning beauty of the Hamada long before any pure blooded Lidérc did ever set his paw on Saphuru. Some of those giant rocks were more than three hundred feet high. Pink and lilac sandstone had been mixed with countless shades of brown. But in the Hour of the Last Dance nothing could be seen from this feast of colours. Only the starlight and the face of Sodalith did guide us and our eopies home.
When we reached the small, tunnel like canyon that did lead into Fort Cité, I let out a little hiss. This blasted tunnel made me claustrophobic each time Luçien and I returned from the dune sea. It is not that I feared the tunnel itself, but all what lay behind. Most of all I disliked the poisoned atmosphere of my father’s homestead. The tunnel was like a chain that connected me with it and held me off-distance from the free desert sky. Only Luçien’s jest made me ride on very hard this time. He and Argent were still some miles ahead of Crépuscule and me.
The fifty feet high facade of the city entrance suddenly rose out of the semi darkness. Symmetric ornaments, mostly squares and concentric circles, had been carved into the stones in the time of the foundation. Hundreds of salt crystal lamps, as big as my clenched fists, threw a homely orange glow on the monument. The crystals that were nested in niches got their energy from the sun reflectors that surrounded the city.
Nomads never leave a trace on their journeys and if we do, we do it in order to mislead our enemies. We would for example ride behind one another in order to hide our true number.
The city folk were by far too eager for me to leave proof of their existence behind. During day time, an energetic defence shield guarded this place. But at this time of day, only two gardiens of the town’s Night Watch were present. They greeted me and also Crépuscule in a very polite manner. I bowed back graciously, wondering over the unmistakeable hint of fear in the air. Why was it that people always were afraid of my noble and clever step-brother? Yes, he was a merciless teaser at times and a boring lecturer.
Frowning I rode into the wide stretched market place that was overcrowded with people.
Argent stood at the edge of the plaza all by himself, no Luçien in sight. Where could he be?
I was about to dismount Crépuscule when a gloved hand presented a salt rose to me.
“If you want to be a good huntress, you need to be faster and have better instincts. Your prey might escape you other wise. Or even worse, outwit you.”
I griped Lucien’s wrist as hard as I could and it annoyed me even more to see his eyes glow with amusement. “And I feel like making you swallow this present for me.”
“That’s the spirit” he mused. “But if you could let go of me for now, the people are watching.”
Actually everybody was trying to avoid looking into our direction, but before I was able to point that out to Lucien he had been able to break the physical contact between us without any big effort. It seemed to me for a single heartbeat that his entire left hand had turned into mist, before becoming solid again. The salt rose was resting in my lap and I could not even remember that Lucien had placed it there at all. Under half closed eyes I watched him mount Argent again.
People made way for us very respectfully and bowed deep. Lucien nodded here and there and greeted some folk by name.
After a while the smells and sounds of the market lay behind us. We rode along the windowless facades of rock apartments which lay close to one another.
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I found another story I wouldn't mind rereading, here on the forums! Amazing! Please, please PM me when you next update! 
Thanks for a wonderful story!
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Beautiful AzureAngel2, you are giving such nice descriptions of the Tusken.
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RE: "Serpent-Spawn", an attept to tell early Tusken history *updated 18th January 2008*
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First, a big, big thanks to my sweet e-son DG who is so kind to check out my up-dates for Germanisms and mistakes that an English mother speaker wouldn´t do! Frank, you are great!
Then, thanks Beta, consider yourself to be on my PM list!
And as for you, dear Bird: bedankt! But remember, at present they don´t consider themselves as Tusken yet. Isabeau´s people still have a long way to go.
I must admitt that the DARTH BANE book, that a dear DG send me & my beloved master DU all the way from the US to the Netherlands, gave me some new ideas recently.
I also have brought DUNE, THE BUTLERIAN JIHAD recently. I find it great that Brian Herbert and Kevin J. Anderson sat down together to sort out the old papers of Frank Herbert. The words of the princess Irulan in the beginning of that very book did deeply impress me:
"Any true student must realize that History has no beginning. Regardless of where a story starts, there are always earlier heros and earlier tragedies.
Before one can understand Muad´Dib or the current Jihad that followed the overthrow of my father Emperor Shaddam IV, one must understand what we fight against. Therefore, look more than ten thousand years into our past, ten millenia before the birth of Paul Atreidid.
It is there that we see the founding of the Imperium, how an Emperor rose from the ashes of the Battle of Corrin to unify the bruised remnants of humanity..."
This text did deeply impress me and I keept the first two sentences in mind.
I must confess that I did read some other books inbetween continuing this one: HANNIBAL RISING by Thomas Harris, NORTHANGER ABBY by Jane Austen, the comic book HET AFZIEN VAN 2007, FOKKE & SUKKE by Reid, Geleijnde & Van Tol, A BREATH OF SNOW AND ASHES by Diana Gabaldon, KUSHIEL´S SCION by Jaqueline Carey, MIDDEN IN DE WINTERNACHT, KERSTVERHALEN, LIEDJES EN RECEPTEN by Ineke Verschuren, THE HOGFATHER by Terry Prachett and STAR WARS, DARTH BANE, PATH OF DESTRUCTION by Drew Karpyshyn.
And also some text passages from the prologue of HANNIBAL book did stick in my mind:
"Here in the hot darkness of his mind, let us feel together for the latch. Finding it, let us elect for music in the corridors and, looking neither left or right, go to the Hall of the Beginning where the displays are most fragmentary.
We will add them to what we have learned elsewhere,..."
But what made me transfere my own ideas back to the SW universe, were the following sentances from the brilliant mini-series TERRY PRACHETT´S HOGFATHER from 2007:
"It was some time after this creation when most people forgot that the very oldest stories of the beginning are, sooner or later, about blood."
So this were I got my personal kick to re-write my two books... it is a story about blood and the beginning of things!
Thanks for reading anyway! And here is the up-date:
We rode along the windowless facades of rock apartments which lay close to one another. Most buildings had three stores, being linked to one another with staircases that had no banisters.
Being trapped in a stone cage that had thick iron doors and the doubtful luxury of foreign words was not the life I was born for. I was raised to the life of a future herder for my tribe: a bergére. I would have been ceremonially presented with a bantha of the same age, as a companion for life. A bond would have forged between us, of rider and steed.
The very night that the path of the Houses Ankou and Riwalan had crossed in the open desert was the time when my destiny had changed. My true father Chemin had died, holding my twin brother Matin in his arms. All his skills with his crescent-moon-shaped sabre had not saved them.
As quick as the hurtful glimpse of memory stole back into my heart I buried it with the sand of the present. I had been left alive that fateful night. And even more, I got adopted. A tradition that was more common with the desert tribes than with the city folk.
I made my back as straight as possible, reminding myself that Count Alezan Ankou was my father ever since. The number of my mothers had added up to five more. And my step-brothers and dear step-sisters seemed to be as countless as sand corns in a hand, when they ran through the serial screaming and fighting. They liked to do strange things to my hair and some of them even forgot young as they were that my breasts did not contain milk to feed them. How stupid was that? They were annoying beings with no sense of privacy or silence.
“By Sodalith and Calme, I hate them!” I muttered behind clenched teeth. “I hate the lot of them.”
Luçien chuckled behind his veil. “Can it be that a bath in the lake makes you quite aggressive recently? Hum, must be the traces of salt on your skin. You are as jumpy as a young eopie that learns to walk. You should have a bath in bantha milk when we come back.”
It was a profane thought for me to bathe in the milk of a bantha. The morning milk of a fully grown cow was enough to feed an entire tribe of twenty people. How the women in papa´s homestead could bathe in it, I would never ever understand. They were obsessed with cleaning themselves. What was wrong of smelling of sand, blood, salt, stone, animal fur and the desert winds?
I rolled my eyes. “You sound like your mother. I bet she will make quite a scene, when I enter the serial. She always finds something to criticise about me since I was three years old.”
For an instant there was regret in his deep blue eyes and all mockery gone. “Then let her scold me, too, for I smell of salt and old water as well.” he said.
“Do you now?” I smiled. Carefully I sniffed around, inhaling the air as much as I could, but all I could possibly smell were our eopies, the usual traces of the city, the salt on my skin and my own odours. Bewildered I stared at Luçien who winked at me.
“Might I lend you a handkerchief, sister? It seems that you might have caught a cold tonight.”
Perhaps he was right and I just had a cold coming up. His own odour had to be there of course. It was out of question that he had none. Everybody had and I had smelled it before. His skin carried the smell of expensive oils, herbs and perfume, because he was one of the few male members that were allowed to enter the serial. He was quite good at giving my mothers a massage after a hard, long hunt in the Hamada. Papa, too, asked that very service of him since he had turned into manhood a couple of moons ago.
Without warning a figure stepped straight into my way.
Crépuscule rose and made a warning sound to the intruder, while Argent stayed calm and unimpressed.
I felt my blood roar through my skull with an unexpected force. My fingernails turned into sharp claws within a few heart beats. A wild sound, that frightened me a big deal, escaped my burning throat. My canine teeth reminded me painfully of my feline heritage.
Luçien turned Argent quickly into my direction, getting hold of my reins with one hand and patting on my back in a soothing way. “Bandia dhuit. Cén chaoi a bhuil tú ?” he asked in a very casual tone.
My eyes flew wide open. Every little inch of my conscious self was aware that Luçien was using the language of The Others, those coursed creatures with the pointed ears and eyes that were so similar to ours in shape. My body cooled off with the same speed that it had been set on fire. Now my lids narrowed and my tongue felt dry.
This simply could not be! I shook my head violently, trying to chase away my discovery as one would chase off a silly kitten messing around.
*to be continued!*
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RE: "Serpent-Spawn", an attept to tell early Tusken history *updated 19th January 2008*
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Okay a little check inbetween, concering my visible PM list for story-up-dates:
earlybird-obi-wan
Darth_Gangrenous, dear DG who also corrects things!!!
DarthUncle, master and commander who cooks for us when I forget about it!!!
Tyrannus230, also an old JC friend
earlybird-obi-wan, a great fanfic writer and fantastic fanart artist
Cem_Fel who turned me into a dark lady
Masterannie who is busy but keen on reading
NLSkywalker a great fanfic artist
Beta-Commando who stumbeld over this fanfic
Anymore? Anyone? Dust? Yes? No? Dust!
I should quitt watching the commedy series LITTLE BRITAIN, sorry!
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Beautiful again these thoughts of her and what is happening? eager to read more.
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RE: "Serpent-Spawn", an attept to tell early Tusken history *updated 19th January 2008*
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*will write on soon if her part time studies and her teacher work allow her!*
Thanks, dear Bird! The original "Serpent-Spawn" book is NOT only written in German, but also with an 3rd person narrator and he shows many perspectives. By far too many from my point of view. This is why I will leave much out and will also re-write stuff. I want one clear path in front of me... with Isabeau knowing as little as the reader. Her knowlegde will frow in time... as will her bewilderment, her disgust and her sorrow. But at a certain point she will be more happy again.
*hopes she gave not out too many hints!*
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Thanks for the PM and a wonderful update!
I look forward to many, many more!
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Don't worry. I will sit down for some translations soon and I also have found a sweet aid: DG!
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“Ní thiocfadh leis bheith fíor! M´anam!”
The creature in front of us seemed as puzzled about Luçien’s language skills as I was. A pair of brown, slanted eyes looked at him, suspicious and grateful at the same time. For me it was strange to see that the eye balls had white in them. Humans had the same problem. Their night vision was equally bad.
Luçien suddenly laughed. His eyes were sparkling very, very bright.
What followed was an odd conversation that I could not follow at all, but my body was tense and my nerves prickled in a rather unpleasant way with each word that was exchanged between my beloved step-brother and this thing. Something deep inside me wanted to rip his ugly body open from head to toe and splatter his insides all over the street. I was scared of my own dark emotions. Only Luçien’s gloved hand on my left shoulder kept me at bay. For some strange reason he seemed to know what sort of bloody desires filled my soul.
The creature did smell awful. I had not recognized its smell straight away, because that was covered up by urine and other unpleasant things. Above all it definitely had a strong alcohol problem.
Papa had some whiskey – as The Others called their favourite drink – at home. It had been a gift from somebody he knew very closely. Papa drank it very seldom though. The flask was only taken from the storage room of the homestead when his friends and business partners were visiting. My race had trouble with alcoholic liquors. It did dull our senses. Out in the desert it was out of question to drink it. Here in the city folk were lax and did not seem to care.
While Luçien went on talking to the creature in a light, pleasant way, I narrowed my eyes to check out the filthy clothing of the thing that stood there on its wobbly and thin legs. It was not wearing a descent trouser. Actually it was wearing nothing but a woollen sari which had very funny patterns and did insult my eyes even more.
“Why does it wear the same sort of clothing like a Draconian woman, brother?”
Luçien did not react to my question at all. He went on talking, hanging very relaxed in the saddle of his eopie. One could almost believe that he just found a long lost friend.
I pressed my lips together and gave Luçien a gloomy look that he also chose to ignore. After a while I focused my eyes on the creature again. The most foolish thing was that it was wearing no shoes as if the dune scorpions and the nightly cold were non-existent at all for it. That was more arrogance than I could bear.
“Thanks for reminding me, Isabeau!” Luçien said happily out of the blue.
And then it happened. He bent over and took of one of his boots off. He threw it in front of the creature. The other boot followed immediately.
“Fáilte romhat!”
The creature threw himself down on his knees, muttering more strange sounds in its annoying language.
Luçien laughed lightly and answered: “Déanfaidh mé é agus fáilte. Ná habair é.”
With those words he gave Argent a sign and rode on slowly.
I gave the creature a loud roar and threw the salt rose at it that Luçien had given to me as a present at the market. The fragile crystal flew threw the air and was about to hit the hooded head. At the very last moment the creature moved with a speed that I had not expected of it at all. Four thin, spider leg like fingers caught the salt rose carefully.
“You are a very excitable little lass, no?” The creature said in clear Basic, the very language that was common in Fort Grand since the spaceport had been opened about seven years ago.
“Even if I am, it’s none of your business, you filthy Elf.” I snapped back.
The creature shook itself with uncontrollable laughter. “You are a funny little thing, Madame. I do not mind to be called what I am since my birth.”
“You do pronounce it, madame, you impudent creature!”
It bowed with a grace I thought it was not capable off. “I beg you pardon, madame, but your beautiful language is as strange to me as your planet and the habits of your people. I am but a humble… guest here.”
And this was exactly the very reason why I had violently protested against the re-opening of the spaceport. But dear papa had chosen to ignore me on that matter and had forged on his trade connections with the humans of the water planet Amnion. Now we had a lot of scum wandering around in the city that did not honour the way of the desert at all. I wanted them to be wiped out once and for all.
Out of nowhere a second presence arrived. I felt my eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. It was a robed figure, taller than the other creature. Under its large hood a pair of violet eyes shone very cold and considerate.
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lovely that meeting with that creature. What is it and who is the second one?
Great to read more of them
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Things will be revealed soon!
Thanks for reading, dear bird!
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"There is good in him. I felt it." "Y a-t-il un coeur sous ton armure? Le mien est pur comme l'azure." My be darlings DU & Chilla: http://img428.imageshack.us/img428/1433/theemperorlivescopy0pv.jpg e-mom of DG
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Tyranus230
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Date Posted:
1/30 5:51am
Subject:
RE: "Serpent-Spawn", an attept to tell early Tusken history *updated 25th January 2008*
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Very good!
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He has something special planned for them. We only need to keep them from escaping.
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