Jasmine Dupont - a story

BlueDiamondAvatar · 2019-04-08 01:16:32

I meant to live my life breeding horses.

That's the thing I want the generations to remember. That was going to be my legacy. Instead my legacy is arrows and a bear skin. A lost bow, and a bow that cost me two good children and a dream.

I spent my youth gathering the tools and materials for a horse cart. I planted milkweed, and picked it often. I gathered together the tools for a cart, and like magic two carts were built by my hard-working family. I built a fence, and sewed together a saddle.

As I waited for the milkweed that would give me a lasso, I started exploring the far edges of our home for deserts that might have horses. Instead I found black badlands, filled with lambs nursing on dead mothers and slain wolves with their pelts left on. There must have been some great archer who hunted this region just a season before.

In this land of mouflon, my first healthy child was born. Seeing the sheep around us, I named him Shepherd. What a fitting name for my brave boy.

I brought him back to the village and showed him around. I eyed the bow and arrow waiting by the side of the sheep pen, thinking this must be a legacy of that earlier hunter. Shepherd delighted in seeing my fence, and my saddle. I told him - bring over some carrots when you are older, and I'll bring a fine horse back for us to tame. I prepared to leave him in the nursery with my sisters and cousins, but instead - a girl child arrived.

I also explained to Misty my dream of horses, and that she was named for an ancient legend of a beautiful mare. And then I hurried back to the wilderness. Now would be my best chance to find the horse I wanted.

By this time I had two ropes in my pack, ready to be combined into a lasso at a moments notice. But the deserts I found, while many, were all empty of horses. Instead I found bear tracks. Mercifully the tracks headed south instead of north to our village, as I had another baby out there in the wilderness.

Even as a babe, she knew to be afraid of bears. As I carefully dodged the bear and hurried back to town I told her of my delayed dream of horses, and the new reality of making two more arrows. So I named her Arrow.

Arrow was such a bright and beautiful child. She knew her mama would have to work, and urged me to go. I gave her my cloak of Mouflon, since I couldn't give her my time. She heard an elder asking for someone to take over the bakery, and before she could even feed herself, toddled at his side, learning our town and where the wheat grew, as I dashed back to the milkweed farm.

I spread the word to our farmers and others - bear southwest, bear southwest. I searched for the bow and its single arrow - why was it not by the pen anymore? My kinsmen were glad of the warning, but all went on about their lives. A bear southwest was not a threat. It was not in town.

To make room in my pack for gathering I took out my two ropes. I knew we had a bow somewhere, we would need thread not rope to defeat the bear. Without a second thought, I made the lasso and laid it beside my horse fence, feeling sure I'd still have time to seek my horse once we had killed this bear.

But before I could make much progress on arrows, a crazy teenage boy dashed into the heart of our village bearing the lost bow and arrow. The malice and madness clear on his face, he took aim at our youngest brightest girl child - my dear Arrow. She ran about crying for help - and this at least made the townspeople stop and take notice. I pulled out a knife I'd had since making the saddle - but the crazed boy fell dead at my feet from starvation. I had lost Arrow, and been denied my revenge, but now our people joined in my grief to curse the murderer, and I also moved their thoughts to the bear - the same boy must have awoken it.

And that, of course, was when the bear attacked. The blood-crazed fool had run into town from the south. Before I could move to grab the bow stained red by my daughters murder, the bear was mauling its way through town. But instead of the bow, I found my arms filled with a new girl child - a joy amidst all the chaos and death. From the corner of my eye I saw one of my sheepskin clad family grabbing the bow, injuring the bear, and leading it away to the north.

But my duty was clear - I would raise my next daughter to defeat this threat that had taken her sister, and I would make the arrows we needed to kill the bear. I named this daughter Bear Killer, although everyone knew her only as Bear, and taught her how to make arrows even as she nursed. Before I knew it she was a girl of seven handing me a skewer on the edge of the milkweed farm where I had gathered our flint, feathers, and string.

At last - I was old, no more children would be born to me, and my fate was sealed. Two arrows to follow the one I knew was already in the bear. But where was our bow?? It had disappeared during the bear attack. Knowing we had one, I had not thought to plant the milkweed for a rope.

I groaned, realizing there was only one fast source for the rope, one way to build the bow before the bear returned to kill what remained of my family. I split my dear lasso in two - finally cleaving my dream of training a horse. With the rope I harvested I made a new bow - and set out to kill the bear.

I won't bore you with too much detail here - but it took years of searching to find the beast. Instead, I found a horse. That made me laugh. Once located, the bear was easy to kill. But as I stepped closer to skin it, I caught sight of a pile of bones from the brave one who had led it away from our town in the first place.

Can you guess who this brave soul was? It was my son Shepherd. It was he who had been cloaked in sheepskin and fired the first arrow at the bear. It was he who had led the bear away as I cared for his sister. My heart felt shattered all over again.

My final years were spent harvesting the pelt, returning it to our town, collecting the arrows in a basket, and telling the story of Shepherd and Arrow to the grandchildren of Misty and Bear, as they grew upon the bear rug I'd placed in the nursery.

One of Misty's daughters was born with legs that were immediately crushed underneath the coals and weight of a stew pot. Morad could not walk, though we all hoped she might recover enough to move in time. I told her where the horse was, that the rest of the tools were ready. She started to pass on the idea to my other grandchildren - you could be a horse breeder! I asked my daughters to name children Arrow and Shepherd in honor of their lost siblings.

A kind cousin offered to bury me, so as I listened to the music of the Last Chime, I led him back to the bones of Shepherd. My soul can not look further from its home in the Beyond, but I hope that is where he left me - between my brave son and the body of the bear that stole our dreams.

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(If you have lived as a Dupont this evening, you were Jasmine's descendant.)

Last edited by BlueDiamondAvatar (2019-04-08 01:22:01)

pein · 2019-04-08 05:44:44

hi aunt

im honey

http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … id=4029441

my only daughter was a griefer who shot some guy if i remember correctly
she had the signs earlier, should have acted sooner

from what i remember i collected the fleece and made myself an apron
then i recycled some steel cause we had quite some
i took a blade but then i got a pack with knife so i was okay

i fed sheep and made compost, then i decided i want a loom
we had lathe and roller

i collected 6 malachites from left side badlands
then i rolled a thin rod
made it into drill bit, converted lathe into drill, made a draw plate, made 2 spark gaps and 2 wires
made the loom hedges, made the loom, didn't knew it's unmoveble so it ended up in a weird spot above the kilns

i also made a cloth, quite late in my life and i had our very first dress
all under a life
also got rid of 2 griefers if i remember well (just checked, Priest, your grandson was shady fuck)

the interesting story tho:
i was mapping out the area and found the kirners going
it was the top left city on the circle so i was staying
wasn't much of a camp
a few buildings, lots of boards, a horse gotten by some uncle
http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … id=4036977

i wasn't doing much for 10 min then i decided i go for the right side coordinates, Duponts!
the very closest badlands had some firewood there, then i went ahead, quite a few small biomes, was one with 4 horses in it

then an iron vein 200 tiles from the 300
and a bear outside

i went a it more then some cut trees and a road
that was made at my time
like literally straight line between 2 camps, one was 22 gen other 44
an iron vein in between and 2 shot mouflons kind of middle

i said hi to the family, rold them im from kirners
one lady in skirt and stuff, probably the one i made back before
i made a rubber, upgraded a cart then fed some sheep, made new huge ball of yarn, then with help of a girl we made new clothing, and split between us, she wanted trousers, so i got the top
i went back with the upped cart, getting some skins and snakes on the way, making the road safer
told lady to tell kids to make a road

took the horse leavign the upped cart, and went out to find the other people on the coordinates, it was some bones in a nearby swamp, not a setllement
then some eve with a kids bones nearby, the rabbits were awaken and a basket made but they didn't play
so i went home, but then i seen no girls so went back to duponts

asked for a girl for us but a newbie girl was just running around and didn't care
then i had a half abandoned kid (she was raised up by multiple females working)
but eventually blond girl choose to come with me
it took like 5 min or less
everyone dead back at home, 3 old persons, 2-3 more brothers
one was so surprised it ran into a mosquito
check kanye
http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … id=4036977
"a woman" and he died of feewer

my other bro EJ seemed lik an experienced player and was happy to see the girl

i left a horse for the duponts in exchange for the girl
well i had to escort her and had no time anyway

was nice to see the Dupont city, they had a huge pen, it was kinda messed up
a lot of pies but not much cooked they had firewood and tons of babies when the kirners were area banned in meantime
i mean it was quite close and i don't think anyone ever realized, was a big ice biome and a big jungle in middle and might be that i sent a girl into her demise cause i found a dead body with a girl name from kirners
so not sure where the duponts died out, back home or at kirners (who had like 4-5 packs with knives) but i hope people had fun afterwards

thanks blondie for coming over
Hope EJ has forum account, i would like to hear his story, he also was dupont once

MagalyDupont · 2019-04-09 00:01:19

Hey Eve Dupont is in the place hahahaha

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