There is a number of deities in the world that take the shape of animals (and sometimes human) that are referred to as guides. Such figures are more predominant in the mythology and ancestry of the First People in the world.
Totems and occasionally temples were built to these Great Spirits that were created by one God.
He, God, with the help of Mother Earth and Father Sky created them for a purpose - to protect this land and it’s people giving them different areas of profession and expertise. Some belonged specifically to the land, helping the trees grow with rain while others were created for the purpose of guiding the native people with knowledge of hunting and craftsmanship.
It is natural that any creature should have offspring. These children are often half human or of a similar gene pool; witches, shaman, sorcerors, etc. The child is born with a birthmark indicative of their immortal parent.
For example on Thomas’ hip there is a dark mark that resembles a cougars pawprint, on Priya’s under arm the ancient Hindu symbol for snake.
As offspring that are only halflings in a way they are limited in some respects. For example though one of Black Panther’s strongest powers is rebirth/regeneration his son Bagheera cannot bring himself back from death but only somewhat severe wounding.
There are two representative spirits from each tribe. Usually one male and one female unless there is not a female spirit that is worshipped by the tribe.
South America - The Zuni Tribes 2 representatives are The Master Hunter/Cougar and The Black Panther who grew up together as friends/cubs.
India (special circumstance in which there has been a dispute) - Vedric Tribe Nahusha, Priya and Sheer Khan. All who barely abide each others presence in the same room.
“Priya. Bagheera.”
The house cat jumped from his window ledge and changed shape, the tall form of a man ran to meet his friends and swept them up in gracious hugs.
“We have missed you,” the tan dark haired man laughed ruffling Thomas’ hair.
“I didn’t,” the woman smirked slithering out of the embrace tossing her long braid over her shoulder.
“Don’t be so cold blooded,” Thomas shot back making a face. She rolled her eyes. ”How was Africa?”
“Heavenly,” she sighed. “Too bad we had to leave.”
“You could have stayed,” Bagheera teased, “but then you reminded me Thomas would pout if we both did not come.”
“I said no such thing,” she argued.
“Well come on in,” Thomas intervened. “How long will you be staying?”
His two friends shared a look of amusement.
“How long? Haven’t you heard?” Priya began to laugh.
He looked to Bagheera with confusion. The son of Black Panther grinned. “We’re not leaving buddy. We’re moving in.”
“Oh for crying out loud Margaret pick one,” he groaned as his sister turned about in front of the mirror one more time.
“Yea I’m not sure ‘bout that. Maybe the pink again.”
“Blue. The pink shows too much leg for my liking.”
“That you see brother, is the point.”
He rolled his eyes shifting as his other sister Murrough walked in handing him three more bags in addition to the six he was holding. “You done yet Margie?”
“No but go check out the rack at there, I saw a sweater you’d like. Language brother. Mother will wash your mouth out just like when we were seven.”
“Christ, we’re not even in the house and you’re killing me.” He muttered in response to her with pleading eyes. “Come on, we’ve been here all morning and I’m hungry. You’ve got five minutes to make a decision before I ditch you both.”
Why did there have to be such a thing as boxing days?
“Alright, alright - Murrough put it down Tom says we’re going for lunch!”
“Thank you,” he said. “I’d hug you but these bags-“
“I think those bags are the only things keeping you from strangling me,” she giggled retreating to her dressing room. “Where do you want to go?”
“Philthy McNasty’s.”
“At this hour?”
Thomas grinned teasing. “It’s open isn’t it? You said you liked their fries and what can I say sis? You drive me to drink.”
“No that’s Mother’s job. Murrough! I said we’re leaving!”
“Fine, fine. Killjoy,” the young redhead smirked with a shot at her elder brother.
He stuck his tongue out and made for the exit. They’d follow. He had their morning’s worth of bounty and if there was one think an O’Malley never did it was let one other alone with their treasures.
He wondered whom he had to thank for this. A gift from the faculty maybe? Or Clarity? Another of his friends down at the pub he sang? His parents would have left a note.
“Either way it’s a thoughtful gesture,” he muttered to no one in particular.
So I kind of just discovered something amazing.
I was like looking through my favourite musicals and decided to look more into the history of the Pirate Queen cause ugh what a cool character.
When this happened.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grace_O’Malley
Gráinne
O
Malley.
Better yet: O’Maillie Clan.
Well Thomas. Well. If this happened though, if no one’s brought her in/claimed her yet as a historical figure than you and Anita had one heck of a badass spirit walker ancestor.
*Text* I’ll be home soon to drop Farrah off with Cash, wanna meet up at the pub we normally do? Pfft, I’ll still look sexier than you at sixty baby face.
When Liam was healing and he was all doped up on morphine he was pretty funny. When he fell asleep he ended up babbling about a certain vampire. I made the mistake of giving him the gears when he woke up and he all but flailed and boxed my ears.
We ended up shift-fighting and Anita walked in on a cat struggling with a squawking heron. She called us both idiots.
