When I think of animals , I immediately think of my gorgeous loan horse zippy! she now has a tendon injury 😦 but I love her alot, even though we can’t do what we used to 😦 xx The essential joy of being with horses is that it brings us in contact with the rare elements of grace, beauty, spirit and freedom……much like a panther girl…..grace, beauty, spirit and freedom<3
Panther role play doesn’t have to be bitchy and mean. Sometimes it can be really funny. Mitty makes her bosk camoflage into an art form 🙂
[15:05] Mistka jumps out from her canoe and starts to drag on the dock some bosk’s furs
[15:06] Mistka looks the sun that is quite at the azimut but she still to works
[15:06] Mistka takes some shaped long rod and starts to tie them making sonething like a lil hut
[15:07] Mistka a stranger can think that she is making a tent
[15:08] Mistka takes the rods and starts to assemble them making the skeleton of somehting that looks like a hut
[15:08] Mistka places over the two main rods soem leather straps
[15:09] Mistka looks her work and places the bosks furs over covering the wooden skeleton
[15:09] Mistka at the end places the head and hold it whit two ropes
[15:09] Mistka insets inside the two furs layers soem strews and leafs
[15:10] Mistka: tos hape it like a true bosk or maybe a lil one
[15:10] Mistka insert on a lil space her bow and then sneaks inside from the bottom
[15:11] Mistka stands on her knees and grans whit ehr hands the leather strapes and lifts the dummy
[15:11] Mistka mumbles feeling it heavy
[15:16] jJenifer : Look….some one dropped off some bosk meat to us…….smiles
[15:16] Mistka feels some steps close and lifting the heawy wooden skeleton turns slowly like a normal movement the dummy to see from the lil holes on the head
[15:16] Mistka makes a deeply voice and mubles “MOOOOUUUUUUUU”
[15:17] Mistka bends down the foward part over some flowers like the dummy was eating them
[15:17] jJenifer shouts: sounds likea female, gorean like sick bosk!
[15:18] Mistka turns a lil the dummy on the left to see better and she is in a sweat lake
[15:18] jJenifer shouts: Shall I shoot it and shin it’s hide? [15:18] jJenifer : *skin
[15:19] Mistka : MOOO? * stands from her knees and starts to wiggle the big dummy like a normal slowly bosk movement
[15:21] Mistka looks from two holes on the side first on the left: a huntress…then on the right an other one….slowly starts to slips down to the lake
[15:21] Lupus laughs, I would count the feet on that Bosk Sister. It may not be all it seems
[15:22] Mistka makes a pause to breath
[15:23] Mistka breaths heavyly and drags the dummy to the corcyrus woods
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[15:26] Mistka moves near the Viking’s gate
[15:28] Mistka waits and moves very slowly to become a part of the nature and the landscape till the dark
[15:34] Zino Davidov laughs
[15:34] Mistka : MUUUU
[15:34] Mistka ears heawy steps running away, breaths faster and deeply scared to be discovered
[15:37] Mistka sits and eats some bosk smoked meat while lifts a bosk’s fur on the top part to chek the situation
[15:40] Mistka looks the darkness incoming and keeps her eyes on teh walls looking some sentinels
[15:43] Mistka slowly and lazy stands up lifting the dummy and drags it till the next ferns group
[15:45] Mistka starts to assemble a lil bad luck pole
[15:46] Mistka uses her scimitar to shape the extremity to place in the ground
[15:47] Mistka ties the lil skull of a rat that she founds during the slowlt Bosk movemente at the other extremity
[15:49] Mistka removes from the dummy some red piece of a old dress of a captured free woman, and uses both like the lil red flags that she usually places on the bad luck rod
[15:50] Mistka sneaks a lil foward
[15:50] Mistka waits keeping here ears open….her heartbeat is faster and loudly like a drum
[15:54] Mistka covers herself behind a tree and pushes out the dummy the bad luck pole
[15:55] Mistka removes the leather string from ehr hand and moves a lil them
[15:56] Mistka then poses on the ground the bosk dummy and sneaks out from the back
[15:56] Mistka takes from the ground the pole and wear it on ehr shoulders
[15:57] Mistka takes also her bow from the bosk that she will leave at the bottom of the tree
[15:58] Mistka takes a long breath and runs to the viking gate keeping an hand on her back to the pole
[15:58] Mistka places the pole on the ground
[15:59] Mistka pushes it on the gras then runs away
[16:00] Mistka slips under the bosk dummy again and lits it on ehr shoulders
[16:01] Mistka walks faster to the dock
[16:04] Mistka starts to dissassemblre the dummy bosk: slips out and breaths the fresh air then starts to palce the furs over the canoe pushing on a side the strews and teh leafs
[16:05] Mistka unties the ropes that are holding the bosk’s head and tosses it into the canoe
[16:05] Mistka starts to unties also the leather strings to disassemble the rods skeleton tossing all on the ship bridge
[16:13] Altair: whispers…look saliva provider
[16:13] Selena nods.. “ooh yes.. lets go get some.. ” she whispered back…
[16:13] Altair : tal butterfly…smiles softly
[16:13] Mistka : tallies * waves*
[16:14] Diane : tallies
[16:15] Selena smiled innocently.. “tallies huntress.. ” she looked curiously over at her as she stepped closer.. she bit on her lip as she hoped the cute little panther would speak with consumption so she could catch a bit of her salvia, but instead she looked at her son and knew he would manage to forfill their mission
[16:15] Selena : Diiiiii tallies
[16:15] Altair : smiles and nods– you know you may find strange what i will ask of you now, but my lips are just the breeze that my heart ebss, and no truer breeze could ever soften your facees features by its warm fan..
[16:15] Mistka lifts an eyebrow looking the two strangers
[16:16] Mistka moves her head first to the woman then to the man ” something is wrong?”
[16:17] Selena stepped a bit back as she didn’t want the cut little pannie feel threatned and grinned at the wordings of her son… “ooh no huntress all is fine… ”
[16:17] Altair: i could taunt you, tease you till your face reddened in a crimson rage, until you looked at me with anger and hate and won your spat…but that would be meaningless, no nothing is wrong..i just ask you for a gift from your lips sweet scent , one that will not flow forom your hearts fury, but from other emotions ..
[16:18] Mistka : uh oky * bends down and continues to put inside ehr canoe that is under the ship some bosk’s fur
[16:18] Altair : smiles–hear me butterfly
[16:18] Mistka waits tossing an bosk head on her canoe….looks at the man ” are you asking for a kiss?”
[16:19] Altair : that is what you are, a beautiful butterfly chasing those rainbows that light her destinys horizons, as she weaves her spell to the sound of her beautiful silken wings
[16:20] Mistka looks to find some kanda’s leafs on the ship bridge
[16:20] Altair smiles softly and shakes his head…and slowly moves his finger softly through her lips,tracing the texture of a warm caress–no dont be alarmed–
[16:22] Altair tilta his hand inwards and gently whispers–to safe a life i need you to spit on my hand, i know,,its absurd..but i will hold it as a gift from your lips heart
[16:22] Mistka feels the man’s fingertip on her lips and he taste a lil weird ” did you cleaned your hands?”
[16:23] Altair : aye, smiles–how else could i dare touch those lips which are a veil of dreams
[16:23] Mistka looks at her canoe that is full of furs and wooden rods whit a bosk head then looks at the male…” sure”…gently takes ehr hand ..smiles innocently
[16:24] Mistka opens it moving his fingers on a side then closes her eyes… looks up the sky….inales deeply from her nose making a loudly and deeply sound then spits over his hand
[16:24] Altair : smiles–please spit on my hand, just think of why a man could ask you that…and remember, i hold it as a gift from your essence…[16:24] Altair : smiles–i thank you wild rose of the woods,
[16:25] Mistka you welcome then jumps on her canoe and paddles it to the fog
When I was a small girl, I was scared of birds. As great as my parents were about letting their kids explore the world and letting us develop our own opinions about the organisms we encountered, I think my fear of birds was largely my dad’s fault. He told me stories about how our house would have been “overrun with black crows – overrun!!”……any wonder my avatar is scared of birds?…..shivers …
[11:34] LR Kirikay Spear (melee) 2.12: Fast stance: delay 0.90 seconds, range 3.00 meters. Hit report enabled. Fighting Style: Normal.
[11:35] Marli unsheaths her spear and turns briskly when she sees the huge bird in her camp
[11:35] This Doughboy eyes the woman and her spear.. he puffs up his chest and spreads his wings so he looks bigger then he actually is.
[11:36] Marli assumed the colder weather was attracting all sort of wildlife to the lakes , she had already seen a beast down below
[11:37] This Doughboy claws the ground in front of him which normally got him something to eat from his trainer in treve. He flaps his massive wings to add to the specitcal of his food demand.
[11:38] Marli watched the awesome bird , still holding her spear , she slowly grasped for something in her leather pouch , she tossed a beef jerky at the birds feet , she thought a predator bird might like that
[11:39] This Doughboy didn’t understand why no food had been thrown at him yet so he gets a bit more demanding. Craning his massive head up he chatters his beak at the woman. He’d been lost for a few days now and been unsuccessful at getting anything to eat so his mood was a bit cranky. When the treat lands near him he descended over it in a flash, snatching it up in one bite and then moving in closer to her to demand more of whatever that was..
[11:40] This Doughboy bobs his head up and down at her before shrilling loudly once again.
[11:43] Marli shakes her head , so typical of a male bird to want more , Marli wasnt in the habit of feeding the wildlife , she was a panther girl and hunted beasts , not feed them “There is no more ” she lowered her spear to shoo it off
[11:44] This Doughboy was a bit spoiled from his time in the aviary and since this was a woman he was not as timid as he might have been around a male. Opening his wings he decides this was a good place to roost so he plops down with a heafty thud. He’d been up and down the coast today and this seemed like a nice place to rest. The woman had given him something to eat so he figured there was more of that coming soon. When she goes to shoo him off he just bites at the tip of the spear but didn’t really move much. He was a big thug of a bird and had already decided this is where he wanted to sit.
[11:48] Marli grumbles, why did she have a soft spot for runaways ? , she couldnt really blame the young tarn from wanting to stay after she had fed it one piece of jerky, Marli decided it was best to ignore it , since the spear didnt impress it much , she didnt want to hurt the bird , she turned and looked off into the distance, hoping a caravan would cross the lands so she could raid it
[11:50] This Doughboy he too just sits there and waits. He really had nothing else to do and since his encounter with the other tribe he was not very keen to go flying around, they had already shot at him more then once. Getting a bit more comfortable he extends his wing to preen it with his beak and int he process knocks over the horn that was next to him. The sudden crash of the horn on the ground startles him and he shrills loudly at the horn.
There are a wide variety of animals on Gor, some which were originally transported from Earth to Gor, others which are native to Gor and some which have come from other planets. The following is a list of many of the animals mentioned in the Gor series but does not include all of the animals that do exist on Gor. Not all varieties of some animals, which are mentioned in the series, are named. Some animals are described but are not given names. I have not provided descriptions for animals that are similar or identical to Earth animals.
Not all Earth animals exist on Gor. Most specifically, the horse and dog are not known on Gor except in legend and myth. There are no canine type animals, such as wolves or coyotes, known to be on Gor. There are Gorean animals that are similar to some Earth animals but are native to Gor. The theory of convergent evolution states that there are certain optimum configurations for animals that would be similar on similar planets. This explains why larls and Earth cats are similar. On Gor, the larl is the optimum configuration for a land predator while on Earth it is the Bengal tiger. It is unknown whether some men evolved from Gor or all were originally brought from Earth. There are some anthropoidal fossils on Gor though which may indicate that at least some men may have independently evolved on Gor. There are no mention of any other types of fossils so it is largely unknown what other creatures may have existed in Gor’s past or may exist in isolated wilds. Dinosaurs may have also once walked the world of Gor millenia ago.
Bosk:There are fifteen varieties of bosk, a cattle like animal. These varieties include the brown bosk, red bosk, and milk bosk. They are commonly the long-haired wild ox of the plains. They have a thick, humped neck, a wide head, and tiny red eyes. They also have the temper of a sleen. With their two, long, wicked horns they can be quite deadly. The horns reach out and suddenly curve forward and may even reach the length of two spears. They are very important animals to the Wagon Peoples and also many others on Gor. Bosk meat and milk is available over much of Gor.
Herlit:This is the Gorean eagle. It is also called Sun-Striker or Out-of-the-Sun-it-Strikes, from its habit of striking with the sun above and behind it. It lives in the Barrens. It has a wingspan of six to eight feet and stands about four feet high. It is carnivorous. It has yellow feathers tipped with black. It has fifteen tail feathers which are the mostly highed prized of its feathers. They they are fourteen to fifteen inches long and used by the Red Savages to mark coups. The wing, or pinion, feathers are used for ceremonial and religious purposes. The breath feathers, light and delicate, from the base of the bird’s tail, are used with the tail feathers in the fashioning of bonnets and complex headdresses. Feathers from the right side of the tail are used in the right side of the headdress and the left side used in the left side. To make a headdress requires several birds. Two to five Herlits may be traded for a kaiila.
Larl:There are several varieties of this tawny leopard-like beast that is indigenous to the Voltai and other ranges. It is six to eight foot tall at the shoulder. Its head is broad, sometimes more than two feet across, and shaped roughly like a triangle. This makes its head viper-like. Their heads are in constant motion. It has an unobtrusive bony ridge which runs from its four nasal slits to the start of its backbone. The ridge can be penetrated by a spear but an imperfect cast would glance off the bone. It has an eight-valved heart in the center of its breast. They sometimes visit the civilized plains. When it hunts alone, it is silent until it roars preceding its charge. When hunting with others, they emit hunting cries, cries to drive their prey toward a certain direction, into the path of quiet larls of the same pride. A larl prefers to ruin a hunt, even with a number of other quarry, if it means that one might escape. No one had ever tamed a larl. Even when raised from a cub, a larl will go wild at sometime and run away. They are hunted with spears. They usually only attack men when provoked or no other prey is available. Hunters of larls use the Gorean spear. They go in single file. When they see a larl, the first man in the line casts his spear and then drops to the ground,covering himself with his shield. If the larl is not dead, the next man in line will cast his spear. The last spear must stand his ground if the larl is not dead and face it with his sword alone so the others can escape. The First Spear is usually the best spearsman and Last the worst. Its pelt is normally a tawny red or sable black. The black larl is predominately nocturnal and both male and female are maned. The red larl, the more common type, hunts whenever hungry and has no mane. Females of both types are smaller but are quite as aggressive and sometimes even more dangerous particularly when they are hunting for their cubs during the late fall and winter. The white larls have upper canine fangs that are a foot in length and extend down like a saber tooth tiger. There tails are long and tufted at the end. There are also larls in the jungles near Schendi. The heart of the mountain larl allegedly brings great luck, even more luck than that of the sleen. There is even a larl hunter dance that is performed by men. They dance in a file, dancing the stalking of the beast including the confrontation and the kill.
Sleen:There are several varieties of this six-legged, long bodied carnivorous mammal. It is almost like a snake. Some can get as big as twenty feet long and up to twelve to fourteen hundred pounds. They have two rows of teeth in a wide and triangular head. Their paws have six claws. They smell like a weasel or ferret but only stronger. Sleens are very dirty animals. It is an efficient, tireless, almost infallible hunter. It is capable of pursuing a scent, days old, for hundreds of pasangs. Sleens in the wild are burrowing and nocturnal. They do not climb. Their preferred prey is the tabuk. They mate once a year in the spring. Their mating ritual is interesting. If a female has never mated before, she will flee and fight a male sleen. The male must finally take her by the throat and, belly to belly, mate with her. After mating once, a female never needs to be forced again. The mating season is usually confined to the spring. Their gestation period is six months and there are usually four young born. The young are commonly white furred and darken by the next spring. Young sleen are about eight feet long and adults are nineteen to twenty feet long. A young sleen’s attack is noisy, a whistling rush, a clumsy squealing charge. An adult sleen sometimes makes kills swiftly and silently. There is also a hunting frenzy underwent by some sleen that is a function in part of the secretions of certain glands. Most domestic sleen are bred as it is hard to tame a wild one and a wild sleen could revert. If young sleen are taken from their mother within the first two months of their life, there is a good chance they can be tamed. It may still revert though, especially in the spring, during the mating period. The specific verbal signals between a master and his trained sleen are private. Verbality is important as a sleen on the hunt may not look at his master. Sleen are used for herding verr and bosk, tracking tabuk and slaves, guarding and patrolling, and many other activities. In Thentis, sleen sniff out the smuggling of black wine beans. Assassins even sometimes use them. The Gray sleen is the best tracker. The forest sleen is large, and commonly either brown or black. Prairie sleen are smaller than forest sleen, usually only seven feet in length. They are domesticated as herd sleen and used as shepherds and sentries by the Wagon People. Aquatic sleen, or sea sleens, are common in the north. There are four varieties of sea sleen in the north including the black sleen, brown sleen, tusked sleen, and flat-nosed sleen. Many migrate though some remain largely dormant in the winter. Their principal prey are parsits and they follow their migrations. A medium-sized adult sea sleen is about eight feet long and weighs 300 to 400 pounds. There is a white snow sleen in the north as well. Sleen hunters, for luck when they kill one, eat its heart. The heart of the mountain larl brings the most luck. There are no sleen in the rainforests. The sleen is considered Gor’s most perfect hunter.