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'DREAM GIVER'
The Great Spirit is in all things: he is in the air we breathe. The Great Spirit is our Father, but the earth is our mother. She nourishes us; that which we put into the ground she returns to us.
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The song that I will sing is an old song, so old that none knows who made it. It has been handed down through generations and was taught to me when I was but a little lad. It is now my own song. It belongs to me. This is a holy song, and great is its power. The song tells how, as I sing, I go through the air to a holy place where Yusun (The Supreme Being) will give me power to do wonderful things. I am surrounded by little clouds, and as I go through the air I change, becoming spirit only.
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- Geronimo, Apache (1829-1909) -
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Intro
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Hega hega yam-pi-ye-hega
Yam-pi-ye-he-he hega
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Hega hega yam-pi-ye-hega
Yam-pi-ye-he-he hega
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Steady as the beating drum
Singing to the cedar flute
Seasons Go and seasons Come
Bring the corn and bear the fruit
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By the waters sweet and clean
Where the mighty sturgeon lives
Plant the squash and reap the bean
All the Earth our Mother gives
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O Great Spirit, hear our song
Help us keep the ancient ways
Keep the sacred fire strong
Walk in balance all our days
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Seasons go and seasons come
Steady as the beating drum
Plum to seed to bud to plum
Hega hega yam-pi-ye hega
Steady as the beating drum
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Hega hega yam-pi-ye-hega
Yam-pi-ye-he-he hega
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Native Americans… They are called the Native Americans, but in the past they are called Savages… Red Skins… Hunters… Night Walkers… Devil Incarnate…
But all in all, they are just the same as every other people.
They are hard working, full of life, spirit and courage…
They are the Native American Indians…
The indigenous peoples of the Americas are the pre-Columbian inhabitants of North and South America and their descendants. Pueblos indígenas (indigenous peoples) is a common term in Spanish-speaking countries.
Application of the term 'Indian' originated with Christopher Columbus, who thought that he had arrived in the East Indies, while seeking Asia. Later the name was still used as the Americas at the time were often called West Indies. This has served to imagine a kind of racial or cultural unity for the aboriginal peoples of the Americas. Once created, the unified 'Indian' was codified in law, religion, and politics. The unitary idea of 'Indians' was not originally shared by indigenous peoples, but many over the last two centuries have embraced the identity.
The term 'Indian' does not include indigenous peoples such as the Aleuts, Alutiiq, Cupik, Yupik, and Inuit peoples.
Many parts of the Americas are still populated by indigenous Americans; some countries have sizable populations, especially Bolivia, Peru, Mexico, Guatemala, Colombia, and Ecuador. At least a thousand different indigenous languages are spoken in the Americas. Some, such as Quechua languages, Aymara, Guaraní, Mayan languages, and Nahuatl, count their speakers in millions. Many also maintain aspects of indigenous cultural practices to varying degrees, including religion, social organization and subsistence practices. Some indigenous peoples still live in relative isolation from Western society, and a few are still counted as uncontacted peoples.
Long time ago, Red Skins are feared - they are what Americans called Savages - barely even humans… they can kill without sympathy, they can kill without remorse and they will exact tenfolds of revenge for those who had hurt - ruin them…
They are spirited and wild… and true to their nature…
But what is beautiful and truly astounding is their part in Nature and love of everything surrounding them… their belief in spirits in all living things is what can be said truly remarkable and they have the great skill of a Hunter.
But what are famous and very much love and made into film and cartoon is the name: POCAHONTAS.
She is a real life – breathing woman from long time ago… with beautiful world… but a deadly secret…
She was the daughter of Powhatan, the paramount chief of a network of tributary tribal nations in the Tidewater region of Virginia. In a well-known historical anecdote, she is said to have saved the life of an Indian captive, Englishman John Smith, in 1607 by placing her head upon his own when her father raised his war club to execute him.
Ah… it was long ago, that kind of story…
Stories from the past that we can all but smile and tell ourselves… this what made history…
But no one – no one ever questions why Pocahontas leave her land and went to the unknown world… many speculations are raised… but one rings to the most of the cult…
A secret.
A deadly secret the Red Skins are hiding and they sacrifice the daughter's chief in order to maintain that secret…
A secret so deadly… it can turn the world into chaos and war…
A secret… never to be told…
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BORNEO, the third largest island in the world and is located north of Java, Indonesia, at the geographic centre of Maritime Southeast Asia.
The island is divided among three countries: Brunei, Indonesia and Malaysia. Approximately 73% of the island is Indonesian territory. The Malaysian states of Sabah and Sarawak in the north occupy about 26% of the island. The sovereign state of Brunei, located on the north coast, comprises about 1% of Borneo's land area. Borneo is home to one of the oldest rainforests in the world, along with the Daintree Rainforest in Australia and the Amazon rainforest.
Borneo is surrounded by the South China Sea to the north and northwest, the Sulu Sea to the northeast, the Celebes Sea and the Makassar Strait to the east, and the Java Sea and Karimata Strait to the south. To the west of Borneo are the Malay Peninsula and Sumatra. To the south is Java. To the east is Sulawesi, and to the northeast, the Philippines.
The Borneo rainforest is 130 million years old, making it the oldest rainforest in the world. There are about 15,000 species of flowering plants with 3,000 species of trees (267 species are dipterocarps), 221 species of terrestrial mammals and 420 species of resident birds in Borneo. It is the centre of evolution and radiation of many endemic species of plants and animals.
The Borneo rainforest is one of the only remaining natural habitats for the endangered Bornean Orangutan. It is an important refuge for many endemic forest species, including the Asian Elephant, the Sumatran Rhinoceros, the Bornean Clouded Leopard, the Hose's Civet and the Dayak Fruit Bat. The World Wide Fund for Nature has stated that 361 animal and plant species have been discovered in Borneo since 1996.
And Borneo is the home of the most feared and dangerous creature…
Panthera pardus, is a member of the Felidae family and the smallest of the four 'big cats' in the genus Panthera, the other three being the tiger, lion, and jaguar.
The leopard was once distributed across eastern and southern Asia and Africa, from Siberia to South Africa, but its range of distribution has decreased radically because of hunting and loss of habitat.
The leopard is a big cat belonging to the family Pantherinae, a sub family of Felidae, which also includes jaguars, lions and tigers. There are actually three species of big cats that are lumped together under the title 'leopard'.
These are the Snow Leopard, the Clouded Leopard and the Persian Leopard.
The Clouded Leopard is found through South East Asia, (from Nepal and southern China through Thailand, Indonesia and Borneo.)
The Snow Leopard is a dwindling species that can be found across twelve countries in Central Asia. Sadly these beautiful creatures are numbering only about 5,000.
Lastly the Persian Leopard is probably the most endangered of the three with only about 25 individuals existing in Armenia.
Prideful, possessive and very dangerous… the leopards roamed the Borneo rainforest with arrogance… with pride and with their own law… for they are the king of the Rainforest…
The people near the Rainforest are not just superstitions but have been respecting Mother Nature and it's Nature and Law.
The Nature has a Law that not even a human can ruin…
It is a Law - most terrifying and dangerous…
The Law of the Leopard People.
Leopard People that no one – not even a single book of history can be read or documented…
Its always a Myth…
Mayan Myth.
Egyptian Myth.
Japanese Myth.
And the Indian – Red Skin Myth…
There are quite a few… but what remains on everyone's mind and soul: KEEP THE SECRET.
The Secret of the Leopard People can never be reveal…
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Black Leopard.
A black panther is typically a melanistic color variant of any of several species of larger cat.
In Latin America, wild 'black panthers' may be black jaguars (Panthera onca); in Asia and Africa, black leopards (Panthera pardus); in Asia, possibly the very rare black tigers (Panthera tigris); and in North America they may be black jaguars or possibly black cougars (Puma concolor – although this has not been proven to have a black variant), or smaller cats.
But to the Leopard People - the highest and the most rare and with the most noble color are the Black Leopards.
They are the High King of the Rainforest.
And in the vast beautiful Borneo rainforest, there live a beautiful majestic Black Leopard…
Rare… for the modernization of the world thin the blood line… but its still alive…
The only Black High King in the Rainforest…
His Native Name is TAMA… meaning thunder…
That is his Native Name.
The name his Father gave him. A name his Mother adores…
For when he was born the cloud were all black and everything was in chaos… its like the whole nature are in turbulent when the High King is being born… a welcoming ceremony for he who will rule the land…
He is the Leader of the Tribe.
And when one say the Leader of the Leopard People, that is one big hard task.
One cannot just be a leader and be done with it. The responsibility is too great…
TAMA, the High King… the Black Leopard… also known in his English Name: Damian Savage…
His mother was not Native… his father is…
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Damian Savage ~ Tama.
Young, tall, dark, muscular… and quite the most handsome man in the whole Tribe… his flowing black hair and dark skin is in contrast with his cold golden eyes.
Cold. Ruthless. And one who doesn't smile often. Or if he does, it mostly of mocking and cunning smile.
Many women in their tribe wants him… but no one can tame the High King.
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He is wild and runs with the wind and his heart is always in a far away land…
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Damian or Tama in the Leopard Tribe roams the vast forest…
The elders of their tribe have been asking for his cooperation. But no one can tame the wild arrogant and superior High King.
He roam the lands he owns.
And then he stilled.
The forest whispers…
The sea is mourning.
The sea is reaching for him.
He looks up and sniffs the air.
'SAVE ME!' the wind whispers…
No second thought… he takes off his shirt and pants…
And as he was used too – instead of running with his bare feet – within a few seconds – the man – tall man leaps and shifts into a black large Leopard.
The transformation is astounding. From man to beast in seconds.
Black leopard let out a steady roar. Announcing to the forest and the sea that the King will answer their call.
He snarls at the screeching monkey and birds.
He was at the beach within minutes and he witnessed when the whole sea created a supernatural havoc – the sea opens itself and swallows a large cruise ship.
A rare sight – for this part of the sea was never a tourist spot…
A cruise ship being swallowed.
He runs – his paws leaving prints in the sands…
He then sniffs and smells it…
His heart violently turns.
Spring.
Lavender.
Jasmine.
A scent of forever.
A scent that drives his senses wild. A scent that filled his heart with something so wonderful, so frightening, so majestic.
He have no idea why the scent filled his senses like a wild man.
He run.
He looks and spotted a body with its limp arms holding a small lifevest.
He runs towards the body before the sea would swallow it…
As a leopard, he can swim, after all, leopards are great powerful swimmers.
He opens his big mouth and careful not to nip or bite the body – he softly drag the body from its neck to the sand.
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Carefully placing his large head on the chest... listening.
A heart beat.
The human sprawled before him isnt human at all…
For he had never seen a human so divine and so beautiful…
Wet hair that should have made it look drench only adds seduction and allure and its sun kissed locks are soft-looking… parted lips that should have been ridiculous to look at – looks lustful and carnal… and those ivory white skin… like an alabaster is no joke… with his furry paw he touches the skin…
Its warm.
Its alive.
'Hmmm…'
His curious golden eyes settled on the body before him…
And no matter how he looks at it – this is a boy.
A boy of no more than 15 years old.
He then see that the boy was about to open its eyes – and so it wont be startled – he shifts into his human form, not bothering to cover himself – after all he is a man himself.
'Hmmm… Aniue? Conrart? Y-Yuuri?'
Tama was about to touch its shoulder when suddenly the boy sprang to its feet and looks at him with its dangerous enormous beautiful Emerald Green eyes.
Ah! Emerald Eyes! So beautiful. So alive.
He had never seen anything like it.
Its as if the eyes had seen so many years of life.
'W-Who are you?! Y-Yuuri?! Conrart! Gwendal! Where are you?!'
He doesn't understand the words.
It sounded more foreign than he used to hear.
But he knows from its facial expression that the young boy is angry, tired at the same time… looking for someone.
He inhales and stands – the boy backs away – he is after all taller than him with his height he almost towers the young boy – who only looks at him dangerously.
'O si yo… To hi tsu?'
'Who are you?! And why the hell are you naked?!'
Tama chuckles.
He knows that he doesn't understand what the 'Pretty Sun' was saying but his heart knows that the boy is scandalized by his lack of clothing. For he can see the red blushes that gave colour to those pale cheeks.
He then turn to English language, 'Hello. Please don't be afraid of me. I was the one who rescued you. The sea swallowed your ship - I think.'
'English! Thank Shinou you can speak that! And thank creepy Anissina for her invention!'
Tama shook his head, for even the boy talk in english – he doesn't understand anything.
'I'm sorry for my lack of clothing… uhm… I was… swimming… this is a beach after all,' Tama rolled his eyes and doesn't even know why he was being nice to the boy… he was never the one to apologize and even speak this way… its just that…
The Golden Sun has a way to make him smile and be nice…
'I don't care why you are naked or anything – where am I? Where is this place? Is this Earth?'
He raised his eyebrows, 'Well yeah in a manner of speaking. You are actually in Borneo. uhm a place on Earth.'
'Damn-!'
'Hey!'
Tama was there instantly when the young boy fell – well he knows that the kid did swallow a bit of sea water and must be in chaotic state.
'You mustn't move. Here – hold my shoulder, I will carry you-'
'No! The hell should you worry about me? Just leave me alone. I can sort this out!'
'Well Tala – you have no choice for that matter. You are soak, sick, in chaos and so on… you need help.'
'Tala? What is that?! Are you ridiculing me?! And I'm not sick.'
Tama only smiles and without further a do – whisk the young boy in his arms and carried it off – 'OI!'
'Shhhh Tala… you need to rest… I wont harm you. Nothing will harm you here… You are after all a young boy – what is prized here are women,' Tama said though he doubt that now. If anyone sees this divine creature they would sold even their own livestock to have this little golden one…
He smiles… Tala… yes the name fits the little one.
'S-Stop that…'
He stops and looks at the creature who suddenly stops saying anything and was sleeping.
Shock. Drain. Hurt. He can see some slight bruises on Tala's arms and temple. And all that happen will make one faint instantly.
'I didn't even get your name… My name is Tama meaning Black Thunder… my little Tala…'
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Tala… meaning Wolf.
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