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Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] The Tale of Mato Tipilia (Bear's Lodge) by PleaseCain (MF mast rom)
Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 08:10:05 -0400
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Copyright 2002 pleasecain@aol.com

THE TALE OF MATO TIPILIA (BEAR'S LODGE)
by pleasecain@aol.com

It was Big Bear's habit to search the ford for morning fish.  His head hung 
low because his heart was heavy with loneliness.  Who does not fear him?  
Forest-king and mighty hunter, yes, but even the humblest creature could hear 
that the bear's growl bellowed from a hollow heart.

This morning, Big Bear lapped the sweet creek water, now tinged with 
bitterness.  Carefully--for great as he was, Big Bear knew that the Crow 
brave Hill Eagle prowled the woods hunting Big Bear's skull, and though he 
was no match for the great bear, the young are dangerous in their 
unpredictability--Big Bear followed the thread of this curious bitterness 
upstream.

Near a bend in the creek, behind a stand of thirsty willows, Big Bear heard a 
delicate noise above the water's trickling, the sounds of weeping, the scent 
of sadness.  Big Bear poked his nose through the weeping branches heavy with 
leaves that would float in autumn like a million golden teardrops on the 
current.

He beheld a lovely maiden, Walks With Sunshine, the daughter of a Lakota 
chief.  She was thin and comely as summer grass, with eyes that sparkled like 
a doe's.  Her hair was lustrous black, reminding Big Bear of the nighttime 
sky, and she held it bundled in her hands, dabbing the heartache that 
trickled down her cheeks.  

Some of her tears rolled down her chin to her naked breasts, curved and shy 
like the Old Moon.  The tears collected in pregnant drops hanging from both 
nipples, until they fell to the babbling creek.  Big Bear pitied this bereft 
child, and yes, gazed with pleasure on the smooth yet gorgeous creature.

The girl stooped and lifted a smooth red stone from the waterbed, that she 
rubbed in circles around her cheek.  On the amulet she wailed, beseeching the 
powers that must be held in such a strange stone to bestow on her a true 
hunter-warrior to make full her empty heart.  She chanted herself into 
hysteria, dancing and flailing in the water, and finally threw herself down 
into the current.

Big Bear grew alarmed when the girl did not rise from the water.  He ventured 
from his hiding place to the girl's limp body, and pulled it to the sandbank. 
 He covered it with her dry clothes, but first gazed at the tender body, the 
water forming beads on her soft skin, the mat of dewdrops like pearls 
stitched in her triangle of black hair.  Finally, before she knew his 
presence and became frightened, he captured a great trout and laid it beside 
her.

Observing from the willows, Big Bear was pleased when the girl sat upright.  
When she saw the fish at her side, she kicked her legs and kissed the amulet. 
 The girl sprang to her feet and dressed.  Ho, she cried, I will return again 
tomorrow, my mysterious hunter-warrior.  She hugged the fish to her chest, 
looking about her with magical eyes as she left the clearing.  

As fearsome as he was, Big Bear thought he might protect this frail creature, 
and perhaps she might feel enough goodness in his heart to become his friend.

With the new sun, Big Bear made his way to the bend in the creek.  When he 
saw the young brave was not afoot, he caught the two largest morning fish, 
thanking the Water Spirit for sharing its bounty.  These he laid on the 
sandbar, then took his place behind the willow branches.

When the girl arrived and saw the prizes awaiting her, she screamed her 
delight and skipped into the water, kissing her precious amulet.  Ho, she 
cried, ho, my brave one.  Come out, she called, reveal yourself to me.  She 
spun and danced, flipping her raven hair, kicking her toes in the water.

You needn't be shy, she said, tossing her shirt to the ground.  Her fingers 
lifted her breasts like tiny fruits, as she twirled in the water.  Her 
leather skirt billowed in the air, unraveling like a cloud.  The young woman 
dripped with clear water, sparkling from her waist and bellybutton, twinkling 
like gems on her nipples.

The girl cocked her head this way and that, flirting with her hidden hero, 
blinking her eyes over her shoulders as her fingers disappeared in her 
fertile delta.  She wriggled over her bent wrist, while her other hand 
reached past her hip and her fingertips caressed her other secret place.  She 
swooned and threw back her head.  Mewling like the she-wolf, she staggered 
onto her back against the sunbaked earth.  The supple legs parted and her 
hand danced in the garden like a butterfly.  Her hips rose to the sky, and 
her cries carried on the wind like a blessing on Big Bear and all his fellow 
creatures.

The girl collapsed, weeping, and Big Bear was sorely tempted to reveal 
himself and comfort her.  But she rose to her feet and waded into the stream, 
bathing herself, running hands over her body.  She occasionally called out to 
Big Bear, and thanked the amulet in her palm.  Big Bear watched for many 
hours, until she gathered her clothes and departed for her village, singing 
the praises of her unseen hunter-warrior and of her amulet, as she carried a 
fish under each arm.

All his lonely way home, Big Bear thought about the maiden.  Even as he 
chided himself, lying awake at night, he knew that he was smitten.

While trotting to the willows in the morning, Big Bear captured three fine 
fish for his maiden.  As a special treat, the great king hunted out a bee's 
hive, and after he had found a suitable one, bathed himself and looked upon 
his reflection in the waters, even as he chastised himself for being an old 
fool.  He took the hive in his paw and returned to the bend.

Nearing the willow tree, Big Bear tasted the acrid scent of fire.  He peered 
through the thick branches.

A fire blazed on the sandbar, tongues of flame licking the three prize fish.  
Big Bear knew of the humans' preference for burning their fish, and grunted 
in anticipation of the feast they would soon be enjoying.

In the next moment, a thick cloud overtook the Sun, and the Earth was 
transformed in the still, mysterious half-time when shadows are loosed and 
the truth is thrown out in the open.

Beside the fire, two bodies danced in the urgency of procreation.  Two naked 
bodies joined as one, writhing and panting in their ecstasy.  One, on the 
ground, flexed in muscular exertion.  One, on its haunches, tossed its 
blue-black hair sparkling with an infinity of tiny rainbows.

Big Bear rose on his haunches.  The Lakota princess turned, eyes wide, two 
fingers covering each nipple.  Beneath her cowered the Crow brave.

Big Bear lurched through the icy waters, while the young lovers scrambled 
over one another, the Crow brave fumbling for his weapons.

Big Bear charged.  To his surprise, an arrow lodged in his shoulder, but he 
simply bit on the shaft and tore it free.  The couple fled into the brush, 
Big Bear barreling after them.

Big Bear roared and closed the distance.  His frothy jaws snapped with hunger 
for their sweet flesh.

The naked boy and girl tired, and leapt upon a rock.  Big Bear was almost 
upon them.

The princess lifted her amulet in desperation and beseeched from it their 
salvation.  She invoked the love-power contained in the amulet to save her 
soul as it had saved her heart.  Big Bear stopped a mere paw-swipe away, his 
wet nose sniffing the moist meat of their quivering legs.

"Ha!" Big Bear taunted, "your pendant is but a meaningless pebble.  Wish upon 
it all you like, it was I who saved you, I who tended you!"  He unleashed 
great gusts of vengeful laughter.

Then the Sun burrowed from behind the clouds, and shone upon the frightened 
lovers.

The rock that was their perch rumbled.  It shook and began growing to the 
sky.

On the shaft of rock, they rose higher than the trees, up and up, into the 
clouds.

Enraged, Big Bear jumped and clawed at the sheer precipice of rock.  His 
hooklike nails raked the side of the new mountain, scoring the stone on all 
sides, tearing great trenches into the face of the rock.  Sparks and smoke 
flew into the air, and blood from Big Bear's lips flowed down the mountain.  
One by one the bear's claws splintered and fell from his body.  His paws ran 
with blood, his throat grew hoarse, his eyes poured rivers of tears, for now 
he was aged and heartbroken that the Great Spirit had countenanced such 
injustice upon him.

Atop the mountain called Devil's Tower, in whose shadow the Sioux nation 
celebrates its Solstice Sun Dance, the lovers watched Big Bear stumble to the 
ancient pines of the Black Hills, where demons fly thick through the air.

There, as Big Bear's heart became heavier, his steps grew halting and weak.  
The great lumbering body slowed.  Finally, the once-mighty heart stopped and 
froze altogether, and Big Bear's body turned to granite, one of the spires of 
glistening rock that the White Man calls the Needles.

Big Bear's soul rose to the sky.  There he is forever found in the stars, 
where he watched over the lovely Lakota princess who went to live with the 
Crow.  He remains there still, even beyond the princess' days, ever observant 
and perplexed by the couplings of humans, and their mysterious power called 
Love.

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