Mountains of Thunder: Kamala, The Carrion Wind

Bearer of the Hungering Darke

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Kamala the Carrion Wind
Bearer of the Hungering Darke

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Strength comes from pain – your own and others. In this way – the strongest are not born, they are forged piece by bloody piece. So I ask, who deserves the gobbet, bleeding sweetly? Is it the weak one slavering, or the Koonee’ek strong enough to tear the flesh into bloody strips and carry them on broad back for clan and young? We all are born weak, you and I and all future kin, but the choice is always there – fear or pain? Fear chills the blood and drowns the mind – pain makes the blood hot and the mind sharp as a blade. I say to you now, choose pain younglings, always choose pain. Pain is life and life is pain, that’s the truth, so let me tell you of lessons on this path of pain that I’ve learned, might that you walk in my footsteps.

The cave is gloom, darker than the night sky glowing softly at the mouth. All around them too-dark pools of liquid quake and ripple, “All of us, for as long as any recall, we’ve been born in the thunder of the mountains. At my birth, my own bearers screams lost in this storm of water on stone – my feeble form more exhausted than her own,” Kamala says this as his own muscles ripple like molten bronze in a shaft of stolen moonlight. “We may have passed then, but only my bearer did, I clung to my pain rather hide from it in fear. When the others found me – my eyes were rimmed in red and my gums cracked and bloody with how long I screamed. They took me up then, and looking upon the heap of my Amma, I was named Kamala. It does not mean what it means now, then, then it meant weak blood. I changed not only myself but, by the virtues of my struggles, this very name. That is the first lesson – no one else’s weakness is your own. A poorly naming or sour lineages are only trials to strengthen you and give you the only real choice – fear or pain.”

Kamala reaches a large hand down into one of the pools, the liquid dripping thick and corded from long fingers, the mutant’s long tongue searching out each drop of blood, “Mmmmmm, given time, most of man are given a measure of strength. We feed and from the pain of the slain we grow large and strong. Yet, how much suffering can a tree or a fruit know? Indeed, each bleeds its sticky juice, but there is little pain there. Where do the trees feed? The earth knows pain not at all – like the leper, it is a impossibly foreign concept, inured against it. The earth is hard, but also brittle – breaking easily. Where does the earth feed? The dead, passed beyond pain, their empty shells crumbling into the dust. Know then that this Kamala saw himself a Khoonee’ek – hunting those who possessed the greatest capacity for pain, for they have named it and know it’s many faces, man. The second lesson, to become strong you must consume pain – become the Khoonee’ek. You are what you consume.”

The heavy beast of a man rises to stand at the mouth of the cavern, “Yet, is that the limit of our potential? In a crumbling world – feeding on fearful men? No, your Bearer has never said this. Look to the soft village of Kanthahar, recall the blood of soft men who feed upon maize and rice – who hide each night behind barred doors. Men given to fear, weak hearts and weak bodies, what do they know of pain? When have those weak faced men seen danger but when we visit it upon them – they hide from it. To reach apotheosis, to transcend out current limits – the blood of the world must grow hot and dangerous. That is the third lesson, we can only be as strong as our environment – the tiger is only as fierce as it’s forest is dark. Men can shape their forest and shape the world…slaughter the cowards, but when the brave come forward, only drink. Do not destroy the strong in the world, those who face fear and embrace pain, feed from them but honor them. If they remain strong before their fear, so will our numbers grow and the blood of all become hotter – to warm our hearts to unknown fires!”

Mountains of Thunder: Kamala, The Carrion Wind

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