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Flatia Bellus III

Flatia Bellus III on her funeral bed

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“Today is the Fourth day of the Month of Thiccpril, Year One Thousand One Hundred Seventy of the Age of Aspects, the Year of Family Force; Seventy-secondth day since natural passing of all-beloved and honorable Flatia Bellus III, of venerable and esteemed Ventero dynasty, former benevolent Malika of Waist, undivided Queen of Tum, King of Kings, Lord of Perpetual Calm, Futher of forty-one heirs, Grandfuther to a hundred and ten, Solsticed of Truth, Uniter and Peacer, She Whose Belly Is Worshiped, Keeper of Abbic Fire, Thorn of Grace, Crowned Rose of Unity, Allfavorite Belly to Attain, Barbed Scourge of Envious, the Forgiver, Alltumish Red Mane, Rebuilder of Tumeru and foremost Sovereign on the Sea of Birth, harmoniously she reigned for three centuries; born trice blessed – born witnessed by Meora on First Day, born to a Sacred Tribe one of Eight, and born Engifted with Creation; Seventy-secondth day of a seventy-three-day Mourning for Flatia Bellus III departure, be her Soul forever pure; be she remembered Joyful in Mind, Gorgeous in Body and Righteous in Deeds to all generations and to our Joyful and Gorgeous Allmother.”

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Zemali / Lore / Blissful but Frail

Except for their hardened limbs and heads, Zemali are really fragile and cautious people. They live, move and think slower because their bodies can’t endure too much prolonged pressure and stress that are normal for sistren of other Tribes. Even internal bodily fluids are slow and thick.

Zemali bodies are synthesis of flesh and fungal trama – puffy parts are lightweight and squishy-soft on touch; thick skin isn’t very elastic and can be easily damaged physically (much less thermally), smooth, covered in very short and soft trichomes and weakly fluorescence; skeletal structure in their torsos is mostly made of something similar to cartilage rather than bones; even nociceptors are simplistic, to reduce plausible discomfort or pain. Muscles are stiff and tight but easy to grow and hard to lose mass (though Zemali stay relatively weak compared to other tribes), moreover their bodies are very low on any kind of fats. On a good side they have really strong immune system, and not many common viruses or parasites are interested in Zemali, as well wild animals and most of insects ignore them, which is attributed to calming earthy-tomatoe odor; they hardly susceptible to long-term low-level emissions and many toxins; can rapidly regenerate tissues in response to injury. It seems like Zemali are also never in danger of starvation: during primal aridification and consecutive famine decades Zemali were falling into hibernation, surviving for years without food, yet barely active even to think and realize when famine season ends.

Being closer to trees not just visually, but mentally too, Zemali incline to have eidetic memory and strict circadian rhythm. For unhurried nature they never had adventurous spirit, and for their vulnerabilities – they are still least dangerous warriors. They are neither in a daily chase for personal glory, nor seek great life goals to attain. Zemali take pleasure in humble life of tranquility and familiarity.

Very polite and benignant, they can easily take offense as small as at improper language, but will keep genial composure even with people they greatly hate. No matter what others do – Zemali are gentle and benevolent towards them. For aggressive tribes thy look like cowards – easily forgive old enemies, very few of them have any desires to experience anything extremal, and in general act overly-pacifistic. As Aspect of Grace teaches, Zemali too feel pity for criminals and traitors: not in desire to forgive them, but because they can’t be forgiven anymore and deserve punishment, though even more pity is shown to sistren who now must deliver these punishments.

However this fragile state don’t last forever. A process similar to transdifferentiation happens when Zemali reach elderhood: skin and bones get harder, muscles – denser; they grow bigger and heavier; mindset become belligerent, cruel and competitive. Such Elders can’t be considered weak even by standards of other tribes. Today, as the result of an all-directional progress and social stability in Meority, Zemali can live safer and therefore longer than in previous generations, thus much more of them surviving until becoming Elders. There is no strict limit on how much Zemali can grow, but eventually their bodies shut down when even Elder’s powerful immune system can’t maintain vastly progressing internal malfunctions.

Zemali don’t bury nor treat bodies of deceased with funeral rites like other tribes do, partially because decay of their flesh is odorless and drying: deceased just laid open on the ground deep in forests, head against a tree foot, to feed its growth. As a result you should be wary that some thickets you see from afar might be Zemali Cemetery Forests.

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Elderhood of course is not the first time in Zemali’s life when they transform: when born, their leaflings look like cute leafy four-legged caterpillars. After a few months of proper feeding little body overgrow with even more leaves which start to glue to each other, forming a cocoon. Inside that cocoon for another month, through metamorphosis, little Zemali grow proper bones, limbs and heads, until old leaves fall off.

More than a half of Zemali are under condition of vocal cords being either dysfunction or don’t exist at all, but those who still can speak are perceived by sistren tribes as monotone and plane. Because Zemali learn sign and hip language first, it is now used in their culture more often than spoken language even by kin without vocal disabilities. Zemali are in general not fond of noise (and big artificial lights), so almost all of them live away from big cities and rely less on recent flashy technologies.

Zemali Biology is heavily affected by surrounding environment and growth conditions during childhood. That, horn shape and color of leaf-hair depends on a biome where Zemali grew up, as well as developed tolerance to local climate, while adults can show only slight changes in coloration after decades. Peak height as well affected by childhood’s local environment, but even more by a balance of hydration and nutrition level relatively to that environment during growth.

Surprisingly, Zemali prefer raw animal meat and insects in their died, but even more they enjoy… fish… likewise they savor for a cup of fresh animal blood instead of juice. Most of plant-based food tastes bland, they say, unless fried almost to the black. Though any heavily burned meal is appealing to Zemali tastes, its funny that they dislike fire.

Talking about fire: as all true children of Meora should, Zemali retain artistic love for gorgeous bodies and erotic poses, but sex drive is very low among them – Zemali view it only as a reproduction purpose rather than physical pleasure; yet experience of romantic love is in high regard, and mating ritual possesses great importance for them, providing mental enjoyment from the fact of doing rather than physical sensation.

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Before Paleolithicc period begun and even First Settlements were drowned in the Sea of Birth, most of Zemali ancestors, together with the Giants, migrated to a southern Thigh region of Her Gorgeousness, more fertile and stable lands where Crumbling was less common or stressful. There they were able to save knowledge of agriculture given to us by Meora, long enough for it to survive first Crumblings, and later be perfected with a help of sistren tribes. However, for being soft in mind and body, after the Giants left to yet Cursed Islands, villages of Zemali would be very often invaded, plundered and conquered during primal wars and in continuous centuries, though during Hegemony reign Zemali were the only subdued Tribe who had at least some peace, which is ascribed to the fact that [REDACTED] didn’t even consider Zemali as living beings and therefore had no interest in their suffering as long as they kept plowing on fields and feed their Empire.

Although Zemali population now spread and live in every region of Her Gorgeousness, thousands of years later many descendants of first migrants still inhabit Thigh region, spiritually inrooted here and never thinking of leaving ancestral home. Massive farmlands and orchard of The Empire of Hips and Thighs belong to many houses of Zemali, for they are the ones who heed to needs of plants and earth unrivaled. Zemali fingers can perceive chemicals produced by vegetation – a sense through which they understand current condition of plants they care about, while feet can perceive soil amenities. Through this comprehensions Zemali can aid trees and crops with natural means in precise ways, or find better fields for young plants, hence achieving greater harvest than that by agriculturalist of other tribes. Although help of sistren tribes is still required to efficiently gather results of this work. After which Zemali assemble for Feasts of Harvest and holy celebrations they do in the name of food and fertility, always welcoming outsiders to join. They don’t speak nor laugh there of course, but soft music and reveling sounds are present. Often Zemali houses celebrate together under the nearest Temple of Fertility, where remains of previous Angels of Grace are sheltered, and on some marvelous days anew Angels of Grace would join to contemplate results of previous lives.

Because of these abilities Zemali regularly assist Remedy Forces even if not blessed with the Gift of Creation. Some are actively assigned around the Crus, where they help to heal and pacify wild vegetation of Her Plagued Wound, bringing closer a day when the Infernal Malady will be extinguished and Allmother will stop suffering pain from this ancient bite.

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Zemali Futales, with cute PPs

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Zemali Female

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Zemali Female / Hips and Thighs Affinity

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Zemali Female / Tum Affinity

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Zemali Female / Bosom Affinity

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"He-he, Stump Fetish..."

Zemali Female / Not-Feet Affinity

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Zemali / Key Art

Blissful but Frail

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Gift of Creation / Key Art

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Office ladies

"Meet your new co-workers. Just don't make your Mawl Boss angry... If she will sees you working too hard and making profit for a company she will send you on a paid leave for a week after which she will demand a full report on all fun and leisure activity you did during that time... you certainly wouldn't want that"

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The Last Giant

“Depiction of Khazula-Zashat, based on maintained description and retrieved bones of the Giants from Frosted Archipelago”.

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The Legend says that Khazula-Zashat took a nap under a mountain and overslept by twenty seven years her tribe’s both announcement and departure to yet Cursed Islands. When she woke up other tribes were celebrating, believing to see the Giants finally return, but to be disappointed.

Being in senile age, and not knowing where are the lands her sistren voyaged to, Khazula decided to await for them to come back, only to never see own kin again. She died shortly after… in seventy years, at the age of five hundred, surrounded by all of thousands companions from cities she helped to build and foster.

Her body was buried with all honors, and never been disturbed for four millennia, until heartless vassals of the Hegemony intended to unearth bones of the Last Giant and turn them into fine ivory furniture for their newly crowned Empress. Local Ardem rebels decided to get ahead of Hegemony minions and dustify Khazula’s remains rather than let them be ravaged and desecrated for an amusement of [REDACTED].

It is not known what exactly happened with the rest of Khazula’s bones, but her Pelvis was preserved and kept hidden by Ardem deep inside Great Thigh Plateau Steppe until the Age of Aspects begun, when it was gifted into care of the first Angel of Love. Today Khazula’s giant Pelvis is exhibited as saint's remains under protection of Praethighrian Guard inside Mother-Church of all Thighs – Grand Cathedral of the Golden City, drawing faithful Thigh-devotees for pilgrimage from all of Meorenell to worship upon them.

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Lusty Shunai Maids

"Master!"

"M-master..."

"...master..."

"We think its time to fill these ovens with dough..."

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Short parable about love...

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Eight Sacred Tribes

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Cursed image of a High Abomination of the Cult of Snake; Eight times redrawn and purified by Herquisition; First depicted by a Martyr 1129, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal.

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“It is… Ooou It is! It is an apparition of a snake, with many feet… but not feet they are... it is a mockery of gentle beauty… crooked Egoistic twisted toes – like a centipede this snake is… infinite pairs… crawling in perilous mist… It is crawling... and with each step a fusion of metal and flesh pierce through its prey, melding with it… not thorns, but gnawed nails... and snake dosns’t devour, nor prey is dead… snake enjoys this pain! Aaoo pain! flowers grow on a pierced body – in its mouth, in its eyes... nose and ears too... and from wounds and skin itself… and petals of these flowers are same as petal that fill empty eye sockets of the snake, and crown its head – fingers, toes, nails… long, pox-colorful, scrawny, twisting, wicked toes… Always trying to grab onto something… scratching on skin... Oouo! These fingers… Snake smiles, its laughs! Its prey laughs too now... In agony to please that Selfish creature! Let it bite you… Let it feast… let it penetrate with all of its fists! Ahaaa-ha-ha!”

Cursed murmurs of a Martyr 1219, let her repentance and sacrifice be the forgiveness for past betrayal; Eight times rewritten and purified by Herquisition; describing unholy visions of a High Abomination of the Cult of Snake.

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Yamervas / Lore / Earnest but Callous

Early Yamerva migration history was not unique: they would migrate and settle with sistren of other tribes, primarily as chief hunters and warriors, or install themselves a settlement leaders. But with overall population growth they started to drift and scout unexplored frontiers for Meority, being first to map her Gorgeousness in details for future expansions, finding what already settled tribes couldn’t, and fancy far away territories where they can feel serenity without annoyance of sistrent tribes. Late in the Age of Crumbling Yamerva clans became migratory in face of the Hegemony threats (and even after its fall, for some time), but eventually progressing world rendered this lifestyle obsolete too. However, it is a tradition of some Herpi-Clans to vacate in vast steppe expanses of the Great Thigh Plateau or plaguelands of the Crus, to attempt a primeval-style journey and test themselves as true natural predators they are born – as the Hunters of the Night.

Yamervas have multiple rudimentary organs as if they had full-fledged wings at some point, hinting at natural long evolution of extraterrestrial origin, but at the same time they are missing other vestigial features crucial for flying like they never existed at all. Yamervas are the supreme example of a Blessed Evolution, enforced by Joyful and Gorgeous Meora to perfect our bodies in Her image.

And perfected they are indeed. Hunters of the Night – all their senses are refined to make them ultimate predators. From outstanding eyesight to superb hearing; flawless sound and voice mimicry for luring in their prey; thick skin is hard to cut, and rich with adipose tissue is keeping bare Yamervas warm at night; and don’t be deceived by lean petite bodies – they are highly muscle-dense and agile tools of death. Yamervas are sapient predators, and it is in their blood – to prey.

Even when Yamerva is not in the mood for violence, not many sistren dares to ill-woe one… when you do so – it is considered a bad omen, literally and figuratively… because they keep their grudges forever. No matter where you hide or how strong you are – they will find you, and they will not let you go unpunished.

Their only weakness is daylight, which causes itching discomfort under skin.

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From the moment they seen first Jealous Beastiary, Yamervas found their true purpose, and it didn’t change since then. They breed bellicose Herpi-Clans through every land of Her body, be that for official eternal service in Fortress Cities of Southern Continent, or to become Rogue Jagers ignoring reprimands of Herquisition. Especially many Herpi-Clans live in Feet Republic, close to where parasitical Brood of the Crus still gnawing at Her plagued wound. Too, they join Fleet of Feet, to take on Sea Hunts, and even if predatory perfection of theirs bodies are less useful in the Ocean – it is compensated by modern tactics and technologies.

Surprisingly, unlike other predator-ilk tribes, Yamervas detest wearing trophies of killed Serpent’s Offspring and Heretics even after being purified. They believe that such things are fundamentally corrupted with Evil, and true warrior shall not embellish herself with something so disgusting or risk being tainted in spirit and body. They dislike hiding curves of own bodies in general, prefer to reveal as much as possible, but hide enough from those who do not deserve to see it. Yet most of all, Yamervas dislike sisters who do not appreciate sultriness of own body bestowed to them by Meora, and ruin it.

After all, Yamervas are very proud of their heritage and Exaltation, often feeling discontent towards Aspectless tribes, but putting themselves as high as above all tribes; prefer to surround themselves only with opulence and exquisites, allowing only the finest silk and purest gold to touch their skin, as they deserve. Once Yamervas claim hold on something, be that resources, territory, right for a marriage, or even ideas, they will demand and assert their claim for the rest of their life, for they have a vision of Meority and its hierarchy: Yamervas believe that Meora blesses only the strongest, most loyal, and stoic, and She seeses every deeds we commit. They don’t believe in defense for defenseless – you don’t deserve what was taken, if it was taken due to your own fragility. Even losing to being outnumbered is considered a weakness with no bother, because you were either too weak to allow your enemies unite, or too weak to overwhelm them alone. And so they see the War of Vengeance against the Serpent as a true meaning of our society and its progress, and lives of those who do not speak with the language of dominance are hollow and worthless – the weakest link in a great chain She forged to whip the Alleater. Yamervas believe that eventually we will face the Serpent ourselves, and we shall slaughter It then on place… and if we perish doing so, than we were too weak – unworthy of existence Meora granted to us.

Thus, Yamervas don’t like many moral and civilized concept and formalities from other tribes, almost insular, they see these as stupid and naive. All but lies is justified to attain results for Yamerva: be daring to do so, but not deceit about own past achievements – because truth is the result. Still, they can respect and honor agreements, be that personal promises or national accords, they do hold off their self-interests; but be wary, that breaking an agreement with them is considered an abominable insult...

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Like many other egg-laying mammals Yamervas posses holistic way of thinking, accentuate on functional relationship of subjects. Culturally Yamervas are highly territorial, brash, haughty and possessive people; personally they are unsympathetic self-centered individualists, but with strong sense of personal accountability, owning all decisions they make – good and bad, though they believe themselves always be good.

As egg-laying mammals Yamervas have a decent (three-fourths) fertility rate of eggs; generally a single clutch incline to have two eggs, less often – three. However, they bear a demographic problem in female ratio.

As a result of a very low female population (in some periods it was as low as one to thirty) Yamervas manifests sexual dimorphism very expressively, aiding in greater chance of survival for females – they grow bigger than futales, with higher muscle density, stronger bones, and sharpened shrewd as a defensive traits. Alternatively, futale genitals are disgracefully small in flacid state, but in when erect they engorge proportionally large to female bodies rather than their own, which requires great amount of blood – a process very much physically weakening futales, preventing them from forcing female into mating when she not desires, and alike preventing them from refusal when she demands. As well is very much noticeable difference in size, ornamentation and coloration of plumage: it is visually regressive for females – where they are born with colorful feathers, but are getting dull or dark as they age, helping them to blend with natural environment; while futale plumage stays bright and vivid even when senile, which they continuously care to keep chicly for the female contemplation, thus loosing great tail feathers outside of moulting is considered a dishonor for a futale.

Matriarchy and polyfuwary is a common societal traits among Yamervas. Marriages are not arranged – they are earned. It is a propensity of futale to entice and convince female from another Herpi-Clan to be allowed into her harem as a Valkirya. With gifts of prosperity, by achievements of the Hunt, through show of strength and beauty – all to proof how valuable may be future progeny. Females may endorse a contender, but sometimes Yarl (Chief-wife of a clan) decides if this futale really worthy of a time and honor to join, and continue bloodline with her daughter (or sister); but on occasion it is for harem’s chief Valkirya to conclude if a new partner is deserving to share genes with their beloved. Though many futales get only a single chance to mate, unless future offspring will show themselves better than other’s.

Once bond is made and eggs are laid, it is likewise solely futales’ liability for safety and well-being of hatchlings, together as a solid clan. Physically and mentally female is protected and uplifted by her Valkiryas to ensure her biological longevity and fertility. With that, Yamerva females are forbidden from participating in personal scuffles and great battles alike, or better say – she will be stopped by their beloved Harem, who will not wary to use force if needed – it is a humiliation for a Valkirya to be banished from a Harem, but it is even greater ignominy to loose a Wife, and so one risk outweigh the other.

Of course, with so many spouses, the Wive has no time to tend them all everyday herself. She would find paramours from other tribes for her harems’ sexual relieve, temporal or permanent, for when she has no interest; sometimes she would allow her beloved to find personal concubines, unblessed with the Gift of Creation of course to prevent unwanted intertribe children, unless she desires more servants inside Herpi-Clan; or everyone’s pride simply will be restrained until she needs them. In many cases harem Valkirya assist each other, or the weakest omega will be subjugated for everyone’s relieve.

Under pressure of high competition it is not rare for young Yamerva futales to consider an alternative of joining Harem and look for a personal wife not among own, and of course sistren of subservient tribes are always glad to offer themselves to bear a child conceived from a seed of Eight Sacred Tribes, which Yamerva futales treat more like a despair from a lowborn. Anyway, after maturing a little bit more they are craving for a return to natural competition and earning honorable place as a Valkirya.