Parable of the Skin
-Transcribed Verbatim by Zaia of Alexandria
from a legend heard by the fire of a
small tribe of Boar People on the isle of Lirman
When the world was young and the son shone upon the green growing plants and the beasts of the wild only there was for each kindred a purpose and or each of them a path, the Rabbit to run and to dig burrows deep, the Fox to chase them, cunning swift, the Eagle to fly high in the vaults of the sky and the the Crow to snatch clever swift that which the distant eye could not spy and so it was through many turnings of the world, each in their own place yet each against the other striving, changing slow like the river water polishes stones smooth, until one strange red dawn a folk unlike any other came from the south on broken logs.
Now they had not been the first to come to the land thus, not by far, but these longs were strange for they had been peeled with stone and carved with purpose and those who rode upon them bore sharp stone with them in grasping hands. Much did they grasp and far did they spread for the bright fire was their friend and they feared neither fang nor claw, but the Wolf far traveler walked north to the white crown of the world and there he spoke to the north wind and begged him to curb the newcomers in heir passage. The wind loved the howl of the Wolf which was music in lonely places and so he heeded the prayer and fierce did he blow down among the stones ad vales and into the caves where men guarded the flame and many perished, shivering and alone and the beasts of the earth thought it good.
But Hog, who had oft lingered at the edge of the camps and feasted upon that which remained of their hunts thought that the punishment was too cruel a curse to lay upon the two-legs and on one dark night she came to Yerun who was then a great hunter over the snowy land and she said to him: "Are you not cold, do you not wish to wear my pelt?"
The hunter, wise of heart said to her: "Sister Hog you have laid with me to warm me when there was no fire, I will not take your hide from you with spear and skinning knife."
"Truly?" Hog asked. "For I admit to desiring a spear like you that is longer than the longest horn and grasping hands that can scratch and pick at the stinging things. I will not take them from you."
"A bargain then?" asked the hunter eager, thinking that he he picked the ticks from the Hog she would show him where to dig for roots and truffles hidden under the snow.
"A bargain then, now and evermore between my kin and yours, that each should borrow of the strength and skill of the other and both shall through cold winter live the longer."
They mingled their blood then, red on snow of driven white, skin not taken but given as gift, the hunter crawled into the skin of the beast and the soul of the Hog dwelt in this flesh, their limbs were of man and their skin was of hog, but their hearts each kept. They who rose from the snow were not Yerun and they were not the elder Hog, but both together greater than each apart.
Mighty were they counted among the folk of Yerun and much beloved, alas that they could not long remain hidden, for the cold moon above did not love the sight of one-who was-two and who did not to her passage heed. Thus she cast down from the heaven spears of silver at the feet of those who bore in their heart jealousy for the two skins. At the height of summer, among the feasts of plenty the silver armed hunters struck and they spilled he blood of the first of the People onto the grass green. Long ago they fell in a far land...
Many were their children, their children are we.
OOC: Yes that is a non-binary ancestral werebeing, to this day the People think those who identify as neither male nor female are closest to their dual nature and they become shamans. Not yet edited.