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Chapter 2

The Meaning of Life
Added Wed May 18 23:49:22 2005 at level 43:

Mikatra first heard of the Dark Ancients and the Refuge from
a druid in the Holy Grove whose innards she was rearranging.
Pausing a moment in her dinner to explore the subject further,
she kept the druid alive long enough to learn the basics of
what she wished to know. The Dark Ancients, powerful and
ruthless, bloodthirsty and unforgiving, much like the headhunters
of the jungle she grew up in, were awoken with the ever-growing
foulness of civilization. Their dark displeasure sought to
plague and defile the sprawling cities and return to the
times of endless hunts. Mikatra surmised that if she came
to the Dark Ancients and appeased them with the destruction
of civilization, perhaps they would grant her their blessings
and she could become the greatest huntress in all of the land.
To the arrogant, aggressive, dark, and prideful fela, this
seemed a wise plan. With the raking of a few other druids,
Mikatra found the location of the refuge of Outlanders.

It did not take long before she was granted entrance and
hunted among those of the Refuge. Not only did she wish to
tear the throats out of any prey, but she also wished to
prove herself the greatest and strongest hunter of among
them. Whenever she could, she would challenge one of them
to fight. She would take the time to learn of their movements
and swings, often losing the first bout, but triumphing the
second. When it came time for her to aid the Tree against
attackers, she did so if only to please the Dark Ancients.
Helping was only useful if it benefitted her. Otherwise, it
was best just to let the other hunters deal with their
problems.

As she sat among the Trees, watching the setting sun, she
carefully preened herself and thought "This is what life is
all about."