As promised, here is the story of Dania's past. I hope you enjoy
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Its cold out tonight, I think to myself as I make my way through the trees of our Jungle. Colder than I can ever remember it being before. But I am focused on the task at hand and the noticing of the cold is but a passing thought. To say that I am excited is probably closer to reality. I've been given the honor by my people, the Neko, to travel to Human territory and gather information on one of their leaders. My mission is simple: Gather as much information as I can without being seen. It should appear as if I were never there at all.
I should be able to blend into their surroundings well, especially in the night: my fur is an ashy grey, and in the Moonlight, I can be hard to make out.
For as long as our history can recall, we have been at war with the Humans. It is hoped that with the information I gather, we will be closer to putting and end to all of it, possibly even to the Humans as well. It will be a better place without them. Those who take without replenishing repulse me. I can think of nothing more vile. To reap the land of trees, to strip the earth of stones, to burn and put the black smoke in the air...it is unforgivable. This is the nature of the Humans.
Add to those atrocities the fact that they will kill for sport . . . . . ugh!
I'd been chosen for this mission because of my somewhat unique affinity for the trees. Most of the Neko were much more at home on the ground. I, on the other hand, along with only two others, both of which were too young for combat, took to the trees like the Moon takes to the night. The territory of the particular Human I was sent to spy on was surrounded on all sides by dense Jungle. I could travel through the trees and not have to risk someone finding my tracks and following me. Factor in that at night, I would be nearly invisible against the Moonlight, I was the obvious choice.
And I can help put an end to all of this. My Master will be proud of me. His expectations for me will help to remind me of what my task is and to motivate me:
"Remember that what you do reflects directly on Me. You will do this, and do this well. I will accept nothing less. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir."
His words are all that are needed to make sure that I succeed. They were like a fresh brand on my skin, constantly reminding me of my task and its importance. But on top of that, the Neko do not accept failure. To come back without the necessary information would mean dishonor for my Master, Dod, publish lashings, banishment, or even death if the lashings are cruel enough. Being seen by the Humans would mean that I had given away our advantage and the only possible punishment for that would be death.
Death for this reason would be the worst imaginable for a warrior of the Neko, like myself. I would be required to have my hands bound behind my back and then, while on my knees, bend over and drink from a bowl on the ground, like an animal. The drink would be laced with a fast acting poison. While I did this, the Neko would turn their backs on me. My honor would be gone, I would be shunned by my people, and I would die with my hands behind my back, like a coward. No tales of what I'd done would ever be told, save to scare little children. This would not be the death of a warrior. This was the Death Unseen.
I should have been worried about the possibility of failing, but I wasn't. I couldn't be. From the time I could walk, I was trained to be a warrior. I had literally been preparing for this my entire life. My mind was clear and sharp, my body chiseled from years upon years of training, and my Master's expectations would keep me focused.
To fail him, even more so than the Neko, would mean I deserved the Death Unseen.
I would not receive that death.
But before I could bring honor and glory to my Master, I had a half cycle of the Moon's worth of travel before I reached the edge of our territory, and then another full cycle until I reached my destination. Trying to carry enough food and water this far was absurd. I did carry some food, but only a couple of days worth of dried meats, preserved so that they would last until I needed them. I also carried a bow and quiver of arrows, a knife made of polished onyx, a small bladder of water for emergencies, and a satchel made from the hide of a jaguar that I'd personally killed.
We used everything that we killed, nothing went to waste. Stupid Humans.
Knowing that I was well prepared brought a smile to my face and I dug in and increased my pace. I would succeed.
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I had been traveling for eleven days when I noticed the smell of meat being cooked. It was faint, and I nearly missed it altogether. I paused, trying to decide whether to investigate or to leave it and keep going. My Cat got the better of me and I had to take a look for myself.
Finding the cooking meat was not difficult and it occurred to me that whomever was cooking it, wasn't trying to hide it or mask the smell in any way. Someone who wouldn't try and hide this out in the middle of the Jungle probably didn't need to hide it, which meant they could be dangerous. Or, on the other hand, they could be completely looney.