[Part Two: Black Bubble]
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Reaching land
And the
Fate beckoned Lowell McWilliams, 1 could possibly say, for on the cold desert like sheet of ice came echoes sliding to his ears, echoes from a Polar Eskimo, in this geographical isolated land. Oaassaaluk, a seer of sort whose husband was an Eskimo like her, and hunter and the master seer, was now alone with her young children by her side, all waiting along the coast with their traditional sledge of: whalebone joined together with sealskin, no rivets or nails. They had journeyed a lengthy way. She was now moving briskly with her dogs along side her--dogs which were restlessly guarding her, as nicely as valuable for the sleigh. Now the shore passed rapidly just before Lowell's eyes, catching the glimpse of the female Eskimo. She had two young children by her side, along with the four dogs, he noticed, however she was tiny framed, however fairly--an eye catcher he told himself.
Create powerful with a round face, virtually harmless, but for some odd reason, he knew she wasn't I mean, how could she be harmless and with two youngsters in the frozen North like this, waiting by a shore of ice in ten below zero weather. She had willed the boat over, he could see the roof of her tent, plus she had been cooking something. The atmosphere looked good, he was hungry, alot more than hungry, he was next to starving, and he had a dead body to look at, which was becoming disheartening. Behind the tent was a fairly good size igloo, standing at the lips of a cliff, somewhat lost in the vastness of the just about all white, snowy landscape. He had never employed his ore once, it was all by the force that the boat found its way to the shoreline some hidden force of this Eskimo woman he knew, whose name he'd fine out was Oaassaaluk: yes, the boat was brought to shore by her will.
--Lowell had learned as he met young Oaassaaluk, and her two children, that she was from an Inuit tribe from Greenland, a Thule tribe. When she scented the dead man in the boat, she was a bit fearful, hoping he was not ill-treated throughout his life, lest he come back to haunt them. She spoke the language of the Inuit's from Greenland, and thus, performed a ritual that evening for the dead man. She circled him like a wolf, questioning if he was going to come back and haunt them, then like thunder in the middle of the night, as the fire was going down, somewhat flickering out, she ran outside of the tent she had, with a sharp tooth for a knife, a tooth from a tremendous bear, and stabbed him again and once again via the heart, to insure he was dead, and would not come back and haunt her kids and her Lowell saw it all, as he had stayed by the fire, and the young children in the igloo saw absolutely nothing.
She was well understood by/or to Lowell, he didn't' know why or how, but it seemed she had some supernatural power to make it so--therefore they communicated without having any complications. As he looked at his pals body, she had scalped him, turned his eyes, mouth, ears and genitals inside out, saying, "...it is much better my new friend, to kill him once and for all, than to have him follow us at night." Lowell stated not a word. He had thought his wife was dangerous, but Oaassaaluk was far much more vicious ought to she want to be, more than Shauna had ever thought of becoming.
As the days and weeks passed, they both discovered themselves sleeping together in the tent as 1 as one would really feel to a wife or husband, and he learned various things of her, and she of him. They even taught each other their personal songs. She explained, Perlussuaq was their evil spirit, who could wish living creatures ill, and she believed his friend had met the evil spirit, and thus, he was doomed. Had Lowell continued down the river, his fate would had been the same she explained, but the evil spirit was lazy, and did not feel she was close by and for that reason felt it had time to squander, for the spirit was searching for her but her magic produced type of black bubble around her so he could not smell, or see her: detect her in anyway. But once she had utilized her powers, she had opened herself up, had come out of that safety zone, therefore was open to his wickedness, it was why she hand to insure the man was dead.
She had taught Lowell by this time, spoken charms, and to chant them softly. And about the taboos of food, and eating of meat: fundamentally, the age mattered as did the type of animal, and sex. Really should he eat the heart, his vitality would diminish. He'd explain to her of his wife whom would use her abilities in black magic to insure he'd do as she wanted. But Oaassaaluk never said a word poor about his wife she turned out to be a superior listener. And as the days passed they turn into not only lovers, but soul mates. In the mornings she'd cook eggs, and have meat, coffee produced, where she got those items, he never knew nor asked, but his supplies were pretty much depleted, and so he was thankful she had a resource, whatever it was.
In her beliefs, she knew she had a soul [her breath], she told Lowell matter of reality, she had 3 'breaths,' if not alot more, so she indicated, and life was everlasting and She wore amulets, the skin of the upper jaw of a bear her recent husband was killed by, of which, she endowed with pride and courage. And she had in her tent, and in the igloo, skulls of foxes.
[Interlude III] Lowell, as time went by, found his new mate to be most desirable, and seemingly had all but forgotten Shauna, his wife. He now preferred the warmth of his new mate, of which she was a lot more than willing to provide for him. She, Oaassaaluk had produced in him a swimming sensation of bliss he had by no means felt before 1 that accepted death, just before idealism. His face flushed when they met sometimes at the identical time his hair became stimulated to its roots. Her gracious spirit drove him insanely excited.
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Evil Spirits
The Demon's Ark
Born from the horns
Of a wingless archangel
With the pulse of
Perpetual night--
Lo, the demonic horizon:
Mortals jagged plight.
It was in January, of the year l910 Lowell had been missing for months without any word to civilization, that he was alive. And suddenly when Oaassaaluk had returned 1 morning back to the camp, she was ill, highly ill. Oaassaaluk's husband had been an 'angakkoq,' shaman, or priest, and she had learned significantly from him. He was the interpreter of the signs, and he was her precedence, and the evil spirit was mad at Oaassaaluk for saving the white man, taking Lowell away from him. As he was angry at Oaassaaluk's husband previously for they had been escaping, running away from it--the evil spirit, as to not have to give it respect, it wanted, respect in the form of worship, which it pleaded for, and swore it would get revenge really should they not give it.
In consequence, in fear and faith they had run a thousand miles, and then of course the evil spirit sent the bear to kill the husband, and she had been lonely and would not sleep with the evil spirit and hid from it out of loneliness, isolation, and realizing the evil spirit was on a rampage, she helped Lowell escape its deadly intent, his unknowing it hence, he evaded his fate of death now she had taken him as her mate. She sang 'ajajas,' calling on the beneficial spirits to support her. Her illness was unceasing though she became mute and extremely violent at times, then temperate as lamb, however she held onto Lowell as if he was her breath, or part of it. As she lay dying day soon after day, Lowell had discovered himself much in adore with her he loved her dearly, so much so, he stayed with her night and day without eating, only preparing food for the young children. He had also found out he did not want to return to his home in the lower states to face his bewitched wife whom kept him as a slave life was less useful than he had thought, if it was to be with out his Oaassaaluk.
It was a deadly night when he sat in the igloo by her side as she was dying, when all of a sudden out of nowhere, many people he had never met seemed to come in and out to the igloo, he knew they were ghost's from the sky, but he said absolutely nothing. They had been having a feast of some type, laughter, drums sounded, in the space of a few days, it looked like a village outside the igloo, it had turn out to be over populated, fifty people possibly. In spite of the influx, the snow did not stop them or the cold, or the tiny igloo, the guests were puckered eyed, and talked in her concise language.
In the summer of l911, the bodies of Oaassaaluk and Lowell had been discovered, side by side, ugly in the sun, skin rotting as if they were a black bubble of flesh, harnessed to 1 one more like a team of dogs. He had tied himself to her, and ordered the ghosts to tie him tighter, so tight, he'd not be able to get out for it was said no 1 could have carried out it alone. And so as he had wished, they died together, arms and body entangled around one anther. From the edge of the cliff, where the igloo was, the two young children had been gone.
Nightmare
He lives within the deep
Where other people by no means sleep--
Monstrous fathoms below,
Where Lava Rivers flow,
And crowding waters rush.
He is the nightmare demon
With a flat, untraversable form--
Lying in a bottomless tomb,
Haply awakened from doom
Thirsting diabolical ruin!...
