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1.) ~ARIET[/i]~ (Are-EE-et)
She was born in a small village with three other sisters and four brothers. Her father was a butcher for her village and a man with a terrible temper. As the oldest Ariet was always being shown off by her mother or brothers to possible husbands. Ariet was the last person who wanted to be stuck with a man like her father for the rest of her life. She didn't see how she could live with having to be practically owned by another being. She contemplated running away and figured her brothers would only hunt her down and drag her back. Her brothers were men of little compassion and just as bad of tempers as their father. She would stare for hours out at the forest and wonder what was on the other side of the thick and vast mass that it was. It didn't take long before they found a short fat dirty man with enough money to satisfy them and more than willing to marry the beautiful Ariet. A week before her wedding was to take place and she would be stuck with this pig for the rest of her life a warlord raided their village. As saddened as she was to see her village torn apart and her sisters drug off to be slaves she turned to make her way to the forest. Mitola, her childhood best friend caught sight of her and chased after her, along with Ariets youngest sister Neira. Together the three of them disappeared into the forest where Ariet would start a life style that none had before heard of. It wasn't for several years that she established enough of a tribe to hunt and fight like true warriors and to capture and enslave wandering men who dared to trespass upon her land. She used several of the men before coming with child. 9 months passed and soon she gave birth to a healthy baby girl who she named Nunoet. Nuonoet was born with the pointed ears of a elf yet they were much smaller than the average elf's ears and her face was greatly exotic looking to both races and greatly beautiful. Ariet was challenged about her child though being the founder of the tribe none dared to challenge her right of cast. For no woman among then had greater devotion or ambition, and now that she was a mother it made her all the more deadly. Many more years passed before Viper the warlord who had raided her village crossed her path once more. Using her will and her determination to survive Ariet planned an ambush upon the great warlord. She hid her Amazon sisters in the tree tops and cloaked herself as a helpless mother with a young child the age of six. Viper undoubtedly fell for the trick. He rode up upon the seemingly helpless young mother and her child ready to take them both as slaves, the mother of course would first go towards relieving certain needs for himself and his men. He called out to her from the saddle of his horse, when she ignored him and continued at her slow pace he grew irritated and dismounted his horse charging her in order to teach her a lesson. When he was close enough she turned and flicked her unsheathed sword to his throat and smiled pleasantly at him. Startled and enraged at her defiance he ordered his own attack upon the woman and the child. The sweet innocent child beside the armed woman drew her own bow and laced an arrow and trained it upon his heart. Ariet explained to him that if he were to fight her that all his men would be slaughtered. He laughed defiantly as if to call her bluff, she signaled and arrows few just barely missing their targets by a hairs breath due to orders. Confusion and panic broke out and spread through out his men. Ariet told him of her vow to take his life and her hatred for him. He pleaded for his life at her feet desperate to continue living. she decided to grant him his life, knowing now that he had displayed such weakness it would be difficult to maintain such a respect and obedience as he had had from his men ever again. She made him swear he would never attack nor cross their lands for as long as he lived, she made it clear that if another warlord were to come to capture and kill them she would assume he sent them and come after him with a vengeance. After the warlord had left their land her people told her how they could have sworn Athena shun right through her. Ever since then they paid homage to the great Athena and prayed she would shine through them as well as their mighty leader Ariet. She found her death at arrow point when out scouting their territories by a an advancement of another warlord. Her horse was fast but not faster than an arrow. When the horse reached the camp everyone of the Amazons searched until they found her and a war began between the Amazons and the WarLord Rozect.
*Appearance*
Age when she became Leader: 17
Age when she died: 42
Hair color: light brown
Eye color: forest green
Skin Color: cream'n roses
Height: 5'4
Children: Nunoet
2.) ~ NUNOET [/i]~ (nun-O-et)
Born to the great leader Ariet made filling the shoes rather difficult. She was a half breed between elf and human, both races skeptical about her skills and though she was weaker than a pure blooded Elf she prided herself on her difference. She felt both the elves and the humans were too proud to fully accept her. With her mother no longer leader but an elder of the tribe she often sought council from the wise woman. Yet even the support of the great warrior could do little more than numb the doubt of her tribe. One early morning the tribe was hit with a decently small army of human soldiers. The first to rise was Nunoet, she had felt with her heart that something was wrong and woken from her deep slumber. Taking her mothers sword in hand she made her way slowly out of the bed and down the trunk of the tree. She positioned herself above one of the men and then let herself go falling on top of him and shattering his collar bone and fracturing his spinal cord. She twisted silently as she decapitated another. She spoke not a word as she quickly and skillfully cut down the seventy some men. when the others awoke to the clang of swords they found her covered from head to food in the blood of the enemy and her silvery eyes shun bright with the presents of Athena. They had no chance now to doubt her birth right and gathered up their arms to join her in her pit of broken bodies. She left one alive enough to spill the location of the warlord of whom she return the bodies, a friend of the warlord Vipers. As Ariet had promised and sworn Nunoet tracked down the cowardly warlord and rid him of his tongue. She wanted to watch him give orders to any man without a tongue to speak them. Nunoet returned to her tribe with their full support and respect behind her. She too birthed a child of Elven blood yet this time the child was more than half given credit to the full blooded nature of her father. The tribe celebrated when Nunoets daughter Auna and Isabelle were born twins. Everyone knew there would have to be a rivalry challenge when the girls came of age. The challenge for this status was always to the death, but instead Nunoet quickly changed the law to banishment having not gotten approval from the elders to rid of the law all together. She was a bold and fierce leader who cared more for her people than any of them could have imagined given her mixed blood birth. She was killed in hand to hand combat with another Amazon Queen of the Van'Zorel Tribe.
*Appearance*
Age when she became Leader: 22
Age when she died: 270
Hair color: Ebony
Eye color: forest green
Skin Color: warm honey
Height: 5'9
Children: Auna & Isabelle
3.) ~ AUNA EAGAL TALON ~ (On-ah)
Auna became leader at age 24, shortly after Nunoet was killed. Auna was the first to loose two people in her family almost in the same day. She was forced by law to fight her twin sister in the challenge of the right of cast and won, Isabelle was banished from the from the tribe. After that the years to follow were a constant battle with the Van'Zorel tribe. Eventually Auna killed Nanoa, their Queen that killed Nunoet. Once the war had ended and the justice had been taken Auna turned her attention to the WarLord Rozect. Auna could often be seen on her rust and white color paint with an eagle perched upon her shoulder or her left forearm. She brought the end of two wars under her leadership. Other tribes began calling her Auna Eagle Talon, for she would carry her pet eagle with her every where, she called the eagle Isabelle, in fond memory of her beloved twin sister. Auna had several lovers in her life and at age 27 she gave birth to a son it was another misfortune she could not stand to bare. The elders leaned to give her a break but she said she would honor the laws and give up her new born son, Rownan. With now three of her blood gone her spirits dwindled and she grew to be an even fiercer fighter destroying everything and everyone that got in her way. From the leader was soft hearted and loving to her followers to a woman who barely noticed them. Even in battle her only acknowledgment was to save them to dance around them in a deadly maneuver. If she were not training, or in battle she was off on her own and spoke not a word to anyone. The only thing in her world that brought her comfort was her eagle. When she turned 120 she birthed another child, a blessed daughter. Auna went through another transformation at this Childs birth, she was once again her usual self, before the death of her mother and the banishment of her sister...before even the loss of her son which now lived with a wet nurse in some village far from her. She named the child Aryeta. When Aryeta came to the age of 24 Auna Eagle Talon stepped down and handed her role over to her daughter and for three hundred years later she lived as an elder quietly guiding her daughter in leadership. Auna was poisoned by a rouge Amazon working for another tribe, though it was not the way she had always hoped she would die she found herself at glorious peace. "I go now on a journey more magnificent than I have ever before experienced knowing that though I die my life will continue on in the hearts of my beloved amazons and my most honorable daughter. Shed no tear for my passing but rejoice for a new spirit now watches over you." These were the last words uttered from the dying Auna Eagle Talon's lips before she slipped from our world and into the next.
*Appearance*
Age when she became Leader: 24
Age when she died: 444
Hair color: Dark Red
Eye color: blue green
Skin Color: warm honey
Height: 6'4
Children: Rownan & Aryeta
4.) ~ ARYETA ~ (Are-ee-yet-ah)
Aryeta was the most privileged of the leaders for she had her mother to teach and guide her for 300 years. She was a master blacksmith and found creating things with the different earthly materials brought her great pleasure and she became a master at creating weapons that were not only deadly and effective but light and durable as well. She loved also to decorated them with small detailed designs as well. She learned how to inlay copper and silver, even gold into the stronger materials to make them more beautiful. She made necklaces for the amazons and other accessories as well. Her eye and skill for talent brought interest from other tribes and benefited the tribe greatly in trade. The Amazons grew rich in horses and other fine materials whether to make more weapons or clothing and basket weaving, seeds for harvesting even animals such as cows and chickens that produced other foods for them. Aryeta never touched meat as no full blooded elven truly did at that time, but she found no fault with milk and eggs and other things that could be made with them. She studied hard to learn of the other lands around her, she sent regular patrols to scout their boarders and would often herself go as well. She decided at least two at a time must take a single shift in either direction, incase something should happen, and patrols from the tree tops as well. More than 6 times the trespassers were caught and captured, tried and mated with, some were killed and others were sold as slaves. The most fortunate ones were kept as personal slaves for a while. Aryeta kept three male slaves of her own for sexual pleasure yet rid of them all when she became pregnant with Zira in her 295th year of life. In the those twenty years the amazons saw no war and went about their peace only trading with other tribes and doing as they did, with training as such but their life this was was not meant to last, the Norvae Clan tried to take over their lands and Aryeta could not let this threat go unanswered so she fought back for another fifteen years before relenting her title to her daughter by cause of death in an ambush during patrol both herself and her partner were killed in the attack. Though her death came quickly to her at the end of the battle which is spoke of frequently she died remembering the words of her own mother and knew her daughter who at the time had grown to be 35 years of age, would look after her people perfectly for she had trained her well.
As Aryeta lay there on the forest floor bleeding out she sang an old Celtic tune and an eagle came and landed upon her chest and sat there until her last breath left her lips. Some say it was the spirit of Auna coming back to carry the soul of her child into the after life, others claim it as just a made up happening. But Zira was there when it took flight and heard its cries into the star lit night.
*Appearance*
Age when she became Leader: 24
Age when she died: 310
Hair color: Strawberry Blond
Eye color: warm honey
Skin Color: cream'n roses
Height: 6'8
Children: Zira
5.) ~ ZIRA BEAR CHILD [/B] ~ (Zee-raw)
Zira had the misfortune of being trapped between mother bear and her cubs when she was three years old. When Aryeta found her the left side of Zira's face was covered in deep scars that traveled down her neck and then spread out over her body. Embedded in her chest was a large tooth of the angry bear. Zira laid in the medical tent for days without waking, her only actions where when she would reflexively swallow when they would pour water or liquid food down her throat. Aryeta visited the day her beloved daughter was attacked and found where two and a half claws were found in the ground around where Zira had been laying. Aryeta knew this would be a hard trial for the child to over come so she made a necklace out of the claws, placing the tooth in between the two of them as well as some metal beads upon a bow string cut to fit around her neck. As Zira grew older she would hate the other women of the tribe and was bitter and cruel to them for they were beautiful and her own face was scared and ugly. Every time she would forget about her disturbing appearance she would see her reflection in someone's eyes or the glassy surface of water whether in a the river or a bowl. The other tribes called her the bear child, the mere child that survived the bear attack that no adult would have. After Aryeta's passing Zira suffered the most for her mother was the only one who ever looked past the scars and into who she really was inside. "For anyone to see that there is more than one side of you, the side that they see, you must first show them." Aryeta's strong and wise words were carried with Zira every day of her life. Though before the age of 20 there was only one woman that she would confide in, Tamaia. Tamaia's mother had been killed shortly after Zira's 18th birthday only three years after Aryeta's death and the two had grown close. Tamaia was dark skinned with even darker hair, the color of the ravens wing, and eyes the color of the moon. She was one of the most beautiful women of the tribe and council to the young Zatien. Tamaia was two years older than Zira and was killed in battle in her 26th year. She was human and never took a single year for granted. Tamaia's death came as a hard blow to Zira and she once again became hard and finally listened to the name the other tribes had given her, 'bear child.' She was the child that survived where and adult most likely wouldn't have. She learned that that she thought of as a curse was a blessing. She trained harder and won quicker in battle, her enemy usually distracted by her scars and the stories of her past. She was a strong warrior and merciless in battle. Her tolerance for intruders was thin and she was well known for her numerous executions of soldier and traveler alike wandering into her territory. She wore the necklace her mother had made her and called herself the bear child for nothing would hold her back, It was said that the bear spirit chose her when it spared her life, as she fought on in her life it became more and more obvious to those around her that she fought like the deadly animal as well. Never striking idol blows and each just as deadly as the last, she never passed up an opportunity and would go for any vulnerability. When Zira turned 45, still looking as though she were in her early 20s, a young elven child was brought to the tribe by scouts. She had been held captive by the Yamira clan, a barbaric group of military men. The only thing that separated them from a warlord's troop was that they cared little of taking territory and cared more about ridding the world of the amazons. Zamira's elves gypsy family was unfortunate enough to be mistaken for members of Zira's tribe. Zira took Zamira in as her own child, having not found the desire to mate with any of the captives of the camp. Zamira had bright blond hair like the suns magnificent rays had been born within her and her eyes were the color of fresh soil. The child was 8 years old when brought to live with the Amazons, two years behind on the training but caught on quickly. She danced every night that the moon was full and brought a great delight to the tribe. Zamira enjoyed being the center of Zira's world and didnt care about the scared flesh that covered the magnificent and impressive woman. Five years past and Zira found the most handsome man she could imagine, he was tall with dark skin and even darker hair, his eyes...silver like the moon. He was not drow but a southern breed of Elf traveling North on a quest of personal interest. His name was Razier, he wrote her the most beautiful poetry and though she was in her early 50s she didnt look a day older than her mid 20s. Her shape was magnificent despite the scars. He would sit for hours with her and trace her scars with his fingers as they spoke. He was not permitted to stay in the tribe as a free man due to the founding laws so Zira made him her personal slave, none but her was permitted to touch him, much to the dismay of many of the women. 9 months after her 52nd year marker had passed she gave birth to a beautiful little girl and she named the child Aemira. Zamira was more excited than to be expected when the child arrived for no longer was she the apple of her mothers eye, but a big sister. when Aemira turned 6 years of age, Zamira turned 19, she was told that she would some day take her mothers place as Zatien of the tribe. This broke Zamira's heart, she had always looked forward to, though no one had ever told her, being the next Zatien of the tribe. She had trained hard since the day she had been brought to the tribe and been accepted in every way. She was told that she could challenge Aemira when the little girl became old enough. When Aemira became the age of 16, Zamira 29, Zamira no longer wished to challenge for she felt she was too old to challenge her younger sister, so Aemira feeling confident challenged her older sister. It was a close battle but the secrets Aemira was given as her birth right gave her the edge in the fight as she was permitted to keep her right of cast. Having no where else to go Zamira accepted the lowest rank in the tribe but swore a vow of silence until the end of her days. Aemira now had her 'throne' unchallengeable and her right by birth, and it made her feel cocky. 40 more years passed and Razier remained with Zira when she gave birth to another child. This child was named KiriaTamaia and just like her sister was born with dark skin and even darker hair and eyes as silver as the moon. Zira lived only for 11 years after the birth of her second child. Her body could just not last any longer after the damage done to her as a child. She set the record as the shortest lived Zatien since Ariet, the human that first ruled.
**Physical Appearance**
Age when she became Leader: 15
Age when she died: 125
Hair color: Ginger
Eye color: Ashy Grey
Skin Color: warm honey
Height: 6'6
Children: Zamira, Aemira & KiriaTamaia
6.) ~ AEMIRA ~ (A-Me-rah)
Aemira took the tribe by storm when she took over as Zatien at 73. It was the latest that anyone had ever given their born right. Given that her mother only lived to the age of 125 Aemira never minded much and it made her a more warm spirited and gentle Zatien. Aemira was a kunning Zatien and a brilliant warrioress. She is best known for being the shortest lived Zatien in the history so far. Living simply thirty years until her death, without any children to carry on her line. But in the thirty years that she lived She was able to kill off the clan of barbaric men without so much as a sweat on her part. She wa a trixter and could move with ease through the tree tops. She constructed deck like buildings in two of the trees with a long bridge linking them. She loved being in the trees more than anything else, she loved their smell, their silent wisdom and their unmatchable grace. Aemira was shot down with arrows out of the trees but the Zubundi tribe, once an allie until they found the supiriority in battle tecnique and stratedgy a threat to themselves. Many mourned for Aemira she was so close and so very loved by her people. She believed that being close with everyone in her tribe would bring her closer to success as a Zatien, the ones before her had been so focused on being strong willed and transfixed on battles that they had little time to know their people all that well. She had always wanted to be closer to them and she made Zamira her second in command Though she could not give her her right of cast, not when her younger sister had been born to that right. Though she died quite young for an Elven Zatien she achieved much in her time and made a differance in several lives. She made her life greatly worth while, for herself and for several others.
**Physical Appearance**
Age when she became Leader: 73
Age when she died: 103
Hair color: Raven
Eye color: Silvery
Skin Color: tan
Height: 6'6
Children: None
7.) ~ KIRIA TAMAIA ~ (kear-ah-tum-ay-ah)
Kiria Tamaia was less spirited than her sister but not less close with the tribes people. Because her sister did not have any children Kiria Tamaia was crowned the new Zatien of the tribe. Out of rage Kiria Tamaia declared war on the Zubundi tribe. Both tribes suffered great losses and Kiria Tamaia lost her left eye and her beauty would forever be marred by the deep scar she carried on the left side of her face. Kiria Tamaia wore around her neck the necklace her grandmother had made for her mother, and no matter what land she would travel to everyone knew Kiria Tamaia, Daughter of Zira Bear child. Kiria found her wounds to be much of an advantage in the way they were for her mother. Her protective nature and her reputation as well as the reputation of her bloodline ensured several long years of peace allowing the tribes members to focused on their other trades. Though Kiria Tamaia had the heart of a lion she was passionate about the art of the written word. Many late nights she would tell stories, mainly to tell again to children. One fateful day five scouts drug in a little more than half a dozen men. They were priests of the Oraylium star. They were lined up with their prideful noses in the air, though all but one of them begged for their lives when threatened. Maxelus, he was 6'9 and despite only being 3 inches taller than Kiria Tamaia he looked like a giant to many. His skin was lighter than hers and his hair was silver and white though his face appeared no older than mid-thirties. His silvery eyes were even more captivating than her own. When ordered to kneel he was the only of his comrades not to take to his knees. Thrilled by this behavior as so many before her would have been she made it her personal goal to break him. She tried for several years without success and kept him as a personal slave to be used as a means of conceiving the next leader. She gave birth to four children. 3 boys she named Orren, Zolen and Artaius and with the birth of each silvery haired boy, except for Artaius, Maxelus convinced Kiria to send the boys with one of his comrades to the temple to be brought up there. After the 70 years between Orren and Artaius another 40 passed and Kiria gave birth to a daughter,Oraylia. The death that took Kiria Tamaia was not murder but an illness brought threw neighboring lands from even more distant and exotic places.
**Physical Appearance**
Age when she became Leader: 47
Age when she died: 126
Hair color: Raven
Eye color: Silvery
Skin Color: tan
Height: 6'6
Children: Orren, Zolen, Artaius, Oraylia
8.) ~ ORAYLIA [/B] ~ (O-ray-lee-ah)
Oraylia was born with silky silver hair that she allowed to grow to the back of her knees, her complexion was that of her mothers but her hair and height were that of her fathers. Her eyes were more of a breath taking silver than either of her parents. All in all she was a sight to behold. She had been named after the star her father held so dear and her mother had found it to be appropriate. After the death of her young mother and the transpher of title to her she released her father to return to his temple. He coxed and pleaded for her to come with him for he was certain that she was the born form of the goddess of the star herself, but Oraylia's sense of duty kept her with her people. No news was spread of the passing of the great Zatien Kiria Tamaia and so it was common belief to many that she still lived. In this time without war Oraylia studied the healing properties of the native plants to her home. She traded materials and trinkets for medical book and scrolls, even medicines themselves. She wished she had thought to study these things sooner and perhaps saved her mother from the death that had beckoned her from a far. Oraylia healed the sick and wounded of her tribe and when she became fatherly successful news traveled swiftly and other tribes were bringing their ill to her to heal. Oraylia's brothers were sent to her to try and convince her to return with them to the temple. When she refused the attempted to take her by force but with Oraylia's status, little about her went unnoticed and when she was being drug from the camp quietly through a side passage her brothers were attacked by the angry tribes women. When she was able to unbind her mouth she cried out that her brother's lives be spared. Oraylia wanted to be certain that nothing like this would happen again but she refused to kill her own brothers. She chose Artaius to remain behind as a captive until a treaty would be written up and signed ensuing the peace between the two. She had chosen this brother for he reminded her so much of her mother, his dark eyes and ash colored eyes. Even his smile was like that of his mothers, the other two reminded her of her father and the thought of him angered her, as he had thought that he could force her to follow his way opposed to her mothers. She allowed Artaius to roam freely when she was certain he knew he would be tracked, followed and killed if he attempted to run back to the temple. With this understanding he lived among the tribe for three years before his brothers came with a treaty and to collect him. In this time he had mated with an Amazon and had a daughter, Kayra. Despite his reluctance to leave his brothers took him back to the temple where he would live out the rest of his life. Another four years passed and Oraylia gave birth to a daughter though the father of the child has never been known to anyone but Oraylia. The girl was born with a ebony hair with a single streak of silver on the right side. The daughter was named Oetrema, which was the name of the eldest daughter of the goddess's 15 children. When Oetrema turned the age of sixteen Oraylia stepped down at age 36 to allow her child to be the Zatien. This was a great surprise to the tribe but Oraylia's passion and gift was in medicine and healing and she wanted to be able to fully focused on that skill for she was the only one of her tribe with as much knowledge on the subject as her. Kayra being 20 years of age decided to challenge her younger cousin to the cast of right battle. She had strict belief that she, being the eldest child of the bloodline, should be permitted the right to be Zatien. Kayra's violent determination was her ultimate downfall and she lost to her cousin who was four years younger than her. shamed by the defeat Kayra carved four vertical lines into her right cheek. A symbol of universal shame or dishonor among the Amazon tribes. Oetrema claimed her birthright without it further challenged. Oraylia lived simply as an elder and healer among her tribe and counseled Oetrema where she believed advice was needed. No one is exactly certain how old the woman lived to be, only that she is still alive today.
Age when she became Leader: 16
Age when she died: ---
Hair color: Silver
Eye color: Silvery
Skin Color: tan
Height: 6'8
Children: Oetrema
9.) ~ OETREMA ~ (O-tree-mah)
The tribe flourished under the rule of the young Zatien of Oetrema. Members from other tribes came seeking homes with them, weather it was because of the medicine woman or the famous reputation of the tribe that they were interested in. Oetrema was one of the most fortunate for her mother was present to give her advice and guidance. She made her cousin her second in command and general of war parties. Kayra's delight was greater than Oetrema could have expected, this bit of power and title gave her like purpose and meaning once more and she no longer cared about the shame she had brought herself when she lost the challenge. She had been permitted to remain in the tribe but she had never expected to be anything but entry level Amazon for the rest of her life. She was wise for her young age and a true beauty to be sure. But when word finally got out that Kiria Tamaia was no longer Zatien and no only that but that her granddaughter was now the Zatien different tribes began to get braver, hunting on their hunting ground and even going so far as ambushing and beating scouts to the brink of death. The year Oetrema turned twenty two she and Kayra set out to meet the De Davac tribe in battle. The leader had zoned onto Oetrema and was going in for the kill when the young leader had her back turned. Kayra caught sight of what was happening and lunged forward beheading the rival tribes leader. Oetrema and Kayra became unbelievably close, Oetrema threw a huge feast in Kayra's honor and claimed that if she were to have no children that she wanted Kayra to have her right of cast and to become Zatien if she should die without an heir. Honored and humbled by this statement Kayra began to pray every chance she got that someday, she would become Zatien. But it was not to be, a traveling thief was captured in the forest and though human Oetrema was charmed and romanced by the man. His dashing good looks and silver tongue eased her mind as she conceived a child at the age of 38, though she did not look a day over twenty. Kayra tried desperately to keep the two from being alone together. Her own personal agenda pressing her to near madness when Oetrema became pregnant with a child. Kayra plotted ways to dispose of the child in a way that would seem natural but not even Oraylia's herbs or mixtures would have rid the Zatien of her precious child. She tried telling Oetrema that she had dreamed that the child was a boy and she should rid her body of it before it was born to escape the hassle of finding a home for the child later. Oetrema was so disturbed by her second in commands visions and dreams that she went to her mother for council. "I feared that this would happen." Oraylia said with a solemn tone to her voice, "she is mad with power and will stop at nothing for your cast of right." With this information and the desire to protect her unborn child Oetrema banished her second in command and told her if she ever returned that she would be killed on sight. Crushed, angry and vengeful Kayra left the tribe in search of any other tribe powerful enough to destroy the Oetrema's. Far east she found a tribe far more ruthless and barbaric than Azamarea. The Darzana tribe were cannibalistic women who ate the men they caught and used them for sacrificing as well. Kayra joined them and filled their leaders head with tales of Azamarea and convinced the tribe leader, Amara, that she wanted to snuff out the Azamarean tribe. Within a year Kayra was the tribe leader of the Darzana tribe and launched an attack on Azamarea where Oetrema ruled. The war lasted for seven long years and many died as a result. Most of those who didn�t die were scared off by the cannibalistic women they fought against. But in the end Azamarea triumphed forcing Kayra and her cannibal tribe back where they came from. It was three months later when Oetrema heard that Kayra was stripped of her title and her flesh as a resort of the failure in her leadership. Oetrema had given birth to a young girl named Saeria. Oetrema met her end on a hunting trip and a wild arrow met her neck, despite being an accident Oraylia banished the barer of the bow from the tribe and bestowed the right of cast to the 67 year old granddaughter, Saeria. The girl was born 67 years prior to Oetrema's death and learned much when she became the Zatien, though no one could say where she got her auburn hair and her lvy colored eyes but her beauty was indescribable.
Age when she became Leader: 16
Age when she died: 112
Hair color: black with a silver stripe on the right
Eye color: Silvery
Skin Color: tan
Height: 6'8
Children: Saeria
10.) ~ SAERIA [/B] ~ (sea-ree- ah)
With hair the color of the Celts and eyes so deep green they were of the color ivy Saeria claimed her right of cast when she was 67. Despite waiting so much longer than her mother or grandmother to become Zatien she found that her life of privilege and love conquered even the most savage of opponents'. Saeria was the first to tame the wild four legged beasts known today as horses. Having found a foal with a broken leg, its mother being forced to abandon it or be left behind as well, took it in and mended it leg. She discovered that horses grew quickly and two years after she rescued it she attempted placing herself upon its back. The first several times were without success but as the months passed and her determination continued to grow she finally succeeded in mounting the tall buckskin mare. It did not take her long to train the horse and discovered the horses own intelligence and used it as an advantage. She learned she could hunt, travel and even battle from the back of her horse and mastered each feat until satisfied. She named the horse Demyra, and continued to roam the lands upon her back with lightening speed upon long muscled legs and the horse became just as determined in each task set before her as much as Saeria. She was called by her people and people of allied tribes, the tamer of beasts. Not only was her ability to calm wild animals set her apart from her sisters and mothers before her but her sympathy for men. She never kept one as a slave and never took them hostage. She felt sorry for them for she thought it was wrong that her people treat men the way men treated women in other cultures. She wanted the cycle of violence and abuse to end between the sexes. A man who lived among the centaur clan came to her camp one day his name was Tonowmie, a warrior of their people as well as a member of high council. He had been sent her offer of peace and truce and come to meet her in person. Oraylia had not wished any part of it, this concept was too different for her to accept and she did not see any need to peace with the male gender. The Azamarean tribe was surprised when three centaur escorted Tonawmie to their camp, centaurs and Amazons each carrying a mutual distaste for one another. But Saeria standing bold and strong in the center of the camp had only a warm smile upon her face, tattoos danced from her hair line to her sculpted jaw line magnificently. She wore a feather headdress frequently to allow those of other tribes and travelers caught in their traps know that she was the one who made the choices, she was the Zatien. She used hawk feathers and clay beads to make it and then wove each one into her auburn hair. Tonowmie had come to Azamarea to speak with Saeria about peace and an alliance and had himself prepared for much but 'not' for how breath takingly beautiful she was. As a matter of fact it was a surprise to many of them to find that the tribe was made up of several deadly beauties but the most surprising of all was how entranced Saeria was by Tonowmie. She was courted and charmed by Tonowmie for eleven years before she gave into him and nine months later Saeria gave birth to a daughter whom she named Zyra. 4 years later she birthed a second daughter, Kamira. But under unfortunate circumstances Tonowmie was not the second child's father. Despite their physical diffrences that were as different as night and day the two sisters could never be closer that Zyra and Kamira. Saeria chose the path her grandmother chose and passed down her right of cast to her eldest daughter when she turned the age of twenty two and took to being an elder and the ambassador between the Amazons and the Centaurs clans.
Age when she became Leader: 67
Age when she died: ----
Hair color: auburn
Eye color: green
Skin Color: warm honey
Height: 6'4
Children: Zyra, Kamira
11.) ~ ZYRA [/b] ~ (Zzeye-rah)
She was a beautiful little girl with sapphire blue eyes and tawny hair. For the girls whole childhood life, she was the center of the tribes attention and the apple of everyone's eyes. She was the envy of every child and beloved by every adult in the tribe. She was just as wild as her mother and passionate about the study of her ancestors. She tamed her own horse, a quarter horse with one amber eye and one blue and ebony mane and tail that were as silky and soft as velvet. Kamira was 18 when her sister turned Zatien. Her own eyes were as golden as the suns early rays and her hair as dark as the midnight hour. So different their appearances were, like night and day, but no two sisters had ever been closer and it is possible that none ever will be. Zyra trained her sister as a mother would her daughter for the cast of right. Zyra had seen men growing up and did not care for them at all, in fact she despised them from the bottom of her heart. But never allowed opinion sway her judgment over them. Zyra loved music and during her time as Zatien she filled the forest with it, made it alive with rhythm. She developed ceremonies and enhanced rituals, she loved everything about the forest she lived in. Though she had no patience for men or stupidity she was one of the more loving of Zatiens. One particularly hot day the beautiful Zatien with golden waves pouring over her shoulders and down her back from her head and eyes so blue that they sky itself was envious, she decided to climb the cliff top which split down the middle to give birth to the endless waterfall that tumbled down its middle. She climbed to the highest point stripping away clothes as she climbed laughing joyously as she did so. Few of the tribe paid much notice for the Zatien was spirited as she was beautiful and none dare tell her that she should not attempt such a dive. She stood strong, bracing herself against the wind and the spray of the angry water that flowed around her. Her body balanced upon a small bolder in the center of its mass. Her eyes laughed almost harder than her mouth and she began to sway picked up by the sound of the raging currents hungry for her. The wind whipped about her body throwing her golden hair across her face obstructing her vision. She was anything but discouraged. She had planned out this act so many times in her mind that she had never once even thought to question if it were safe or not. Kamira seemed to be the only one who was as interested in this bold act as her sister, her golden eyes shining upward to her goddess like sister who stood proudly upon the bolder dancing hypnotically there as though she owned the elements and now was to bend them all to her will. Kamira could hear the soft song on the wind as her sister opened her mouth to sing back to the forest overwhelmed by natures glory and purity. She swayed and danced before leaping off the bolder her body forming into an arrow and the song cut off just a half a second before she broke through the waters surface. Once beneath the water a whole new drumming began and she snaked her way to the rivers side where her adoring sister stood watching her from the edge and when she broke through the waters face once more she sprayed her little sister with a gust of chilling water. Kamira squealed merrily and tried to jump out of way for another wave her sister sent her way but her sister anticipated the dodge and soaked her even more. A man ran through the forest to the rivers side and nearly dove into the angry current of water after Zyra not noticing at first that the golden beauty had gone to the edge and was fine. He didn't even notice Kamira at first standing there shocked and surprised that any man had made it so far unnoticed. Seven more Amazons leapt to earths surface surrounding him. He froze as he noticed and cursed under his breath assuming it was a trap of some sort. The golden haired beauty pulled herself from the waters birth and stood before him naked, uncaring and determined. She truly looked as if a goddess with the liquid crystal beads running down her magnificent form. One of the amazons reached out a fur wrap to her to cover herself but she held her hand up to halt undeterred by the fact that this man had seen her bare flesh. Kamira stepped in front of her sister determined to shield her glory from the mans unworthy eyes, but Zyra placed her hand upon her sisters shoulder reassuring her. "Who are you?" she asked in a stern voice her eyes set hard upon his face, his own eyes were wide and yet growing with surprise his jaw open wider than should have been normal. His striking green eyes were guided into an olive completion and he was rather tall for a human man but she still stood taller than him. He nearly choked unable to speak a word to her in such an exposed position. She could tell he was a soldier from the armor he wore and the crest it bore, he had not been in the ranks for very long and his hands where shaking at his side. She repeated her question with a softer tone as the women around them grew either irritated or amused by his silence. "Are you alright?" he finally breathed unable to comprehend her question fully before his own, Zyra reached out and took the wrap covering her body with a smug expression planted upon her angelic face. "Of course," she said with almost a tender touch to her voice, "who are you?" she stated again, her growing irritation would not have been apparent to anyone looking upon her other than Kamira who knew her sister all too well. "Zatien asks you a question boy," Kamira nearly spat upon him as she spoke angrily and gabbed a finger into his chest. The man was taken aback a second time scrambling to gather his wits about him. "I am fourth regiment of the alliance between king Kalimon and the dwarves of the western mountains." Zyra began to feel pity for such a lad, surely the dwarves of the western mountains would not aligned themselves with humans, what need would they have of humans and they were more reluctant of befriending the race as Azamaerians where. She kept the man as a 'pet' for several years spending much time with the human man who as she found out was only half human. Kamira was displeased with the change and though the tribe was familiar with their Zatiens' becoming very close with their slaves, but Kamira could not adjust to the idea that she no longer had her sister all to herself. She taunted the man, made his life hell when her sister wasn't present promised him of things that would happen if he should so tell her of her actions. The rest of the tribe understood and related to the disapproval that Kamira held for the man being so closely knit to Zyra. Zyra cared little of what her tribe felt about her showing such interest in the half elven man. He wasn't well formed with a strong body like her own but his knowledge of things caught her interest and made her wish to know more, weather it was more about him or more about the world in general. Despite Kamira's distaste for the man she did nothing more about it and continued to aid her sister in her rule over the Amazons. Zyra gave birth to a single daughter naming her Reviera after the great river that flowed down the center of the Azamaerian land. When her daughter was of the age of 22 she stepped down and lived out of the lime light with her slave allowing her daughter to become the Zatien she had wanted her to be.
Age when she became Leader: 22
Age when she died: ----
Hair color: tawny
Eye color: sapphire
Skin Color: warm honey
Height: 6'6
Children: Reviera
12.) ~RIEVIERA STORM~ [/i]
She was a lovely child with almond shaped green eyes and earthy brown hair. She was a fast study and worked hard to make up for her disadvantage. Her father was only half elven which made her a quarter human. She sat on the edge of the river with her dear friend Iria. Iria had blond hair that came near to white in the hot season and had eyes as blue as sky water. She was the only one that Riviera could tell her secrets to and vise versa, "My mother has told me that one day I will have to capture and choose a slave. That I will have to kiss him and produce the next line of Amazon like my mother and grandmother before me," Iria said with a tight tone. "Riviera,If at least I knew what it would be like," She continued throwing a rock into the water.
Riviera paused a moment, "close your eyes." Iria quirked a light brow but did as her friend had suggested. Riviera neared her and stopped when she was close enough to smell the sweet bread on Iria's mouth. She inhaled deeply then closed her eyes and pressed her lips to Iria's. Both girls were surprised at the electricity that passed through the two of them, when they opened their eyes they found that they two were blushing. "Ahh so that's how it feels," Iria whispered after a moment. This was the start of many passionate years. The girls would find every opportunity to slip away and fall into each other's arms. They would visit the hidden place near the river's edge and spend their times alone, their romance covered by the sound of the river.
When they grew older the tribe was attacked by the Van' Zorel tribe, it had been 10 generations since they had been a threat to the Azamaerians. But now the new Zatien, Sairo, was taking this time to avenge the pride of her people lost so long ago. Unfortunately Iria was one of the few killed in the battle, she went mad with rage and cut down those remaining in the territory. Those that had been captured, she wished to behead and send back to Sairo but her mother Zyra was still Zatien and refused to allow this. "Patients Reviera, When you are Zatien you may make your own choices. Killing them in cold blood will make us no better than savages." Zyra advised her. So she did, 3 years after Reviera became Zatien she had built her nation strong, she had converted her captives into recruits that would soon fight against their born friends and families. Reviera went to the elders and asked for advice, they told her of a great storm that would be coming and last 5 days. Reviera began improving on her plans. She used the fist night of the storm for cover against the Van' Zorel clan, it was there that she discovered that Sairo had been in leagues with a new war lord in the area, Daxus. It made more sense now, Iria had been found a mile away, tied up. She had been raped and cut apart and left to bleed out. She tracked him down after torturing the Zatien to death. She got confident and Daxus had been tipped off and was ready for her when she snuck into his tent. She had a dozen men on her in the dark, and was eventually captured. He instructed his men to tie her to a chair, she found her legs tied further apart than she would have liked. "Do you know what's wrong with you 'Amazons'?" he asked with a smug tone. Reviera didn't respond, only glared at the man with dark brown hair and silvery eyes. When she didn't respond he continued, "You believe you don't need men."
Reviera made a face, "We don't." She herself had never been touched by one and never would intend to either.
"Of course you do," Daxus chuckled, "how else are you to get baby Amazons? Hmm?" she couldn't argue with that particular statement, Amazons had been using men for generations to conceive children. "You know how fun it can be, being with a man." He taunted. She said nothing, her eyes burned like hot coals. She dropped her gaze just a split second and it told him what he wanted to know, "No?" he chuckled that twisted chuckle, "We should remedy that." He did not taunt her after, he learned a new way that he could torture her; he raped her repeatedly that night. She did not cry, not even a fraction of a tear. Eventually he grew bored and got ready for bed, "You know, this reminds me very much of when we invaded your lands. There was a young woman, that we over came. I had her tied similarly, then gave her to my men to do with as they pleased. Each had her." He knelt beside her ear, "she didn't die a noble warrior, oh no, she died a whore." Reviera spat in his face and thrashed as he spoke of Iria. "sleep well," he chuckled, "Tomorrow this little nightmare continues." He crawled into his bed and soon fell asleep. She sat still, assuming it was a trap but he had honestly thought he had tied her so well she could not escape. It took her an hour to free herself. She found her dagger and crawled on top of him. She grinned when the shock and horror crossed his face upon waking to realize he would die. She covered his mouth and slit his throat from ear to ear. Victory at last, she had avenged her friend and avenged her tribe, It was 3 months later that she realized that she was pregnant. Sickened by the idea of carrying that mans child inside of her, she wanted to do everything she could to rid herself of it, but failed. And as her stomach grew so did her hatred for the thing inside it. She wasn't prepared for how she would feel when her daughter was born. It was as though the infant had jump started her heart. "Your name little one, shall be called Nina." From then on she dedicated herself to motherhood and raising the child to be the next Zatien when she was gone. Though she did not relinquish her rank until she was nearly 120 when she was caught off guard while swimming was drowned.
~Appearance~
Age became Zatien: 22
Age of Death: 120
Hair Color: Earthy Brown
Eye Color: Green
Skin Color: Warm honey
Height: 6'4
Children: Nina
She was born in a small village with three other sisters and four brothers. Her father was a butcher for her village and a man with a terrible temper. As the oldest Ariet was always being shown off by her mother or brothers to possible husbands. Ariet was the last person who wanted to be stuck with a man like her father for the rest of her life. She didn't see how she could live with having to be practically owned by another being. She contemplated running away and figured her brothers would only hunt her down and drag her back. Her brothers were men of little compassion and just as bad of tempers as their father. She would stare for hours out at the forest and wonder what was on the other side of the thick and vast mass that it was. It didn't take long before they found a short fat dirty man with enough money to satisfy them and more than willing to marry the beautiful Ariet. A week before her wedding was to take place and she would be stuck with this pig for the rest of her life a warlord raided their village. As saddened as she was to see her village torn apart and her sisters drug off to be slaves she turned to make her way to the forest. Mitola, her childhood best friend caught sight of her and chased after her, along with Ariets youngest sister Neira. Together the three of them disappeared into the forest where Ariet would start a life style that none had before heard of. It wasn't for several years that she established enough of a tribe to hunt and fight like true warriors and to capture and enslave wandering men who dared to trespass upon her land. She used several of the men before coming with child. 9 months passed and soon she gave birth to a healthy baby girl who she named Nunoet. Nuonoet was born with the pointed ears of a elf yet they were much smaller than the average elf's ears and her face was greatly exotic looking to both races and greatly beautiful. Ariet was challenged about her child though being the founder of the tribe none dared to challenge her right of cast. For no woman among then had greater devotion or ambition, and now that she was a mother it made her all the more deadly. Many more years passed before Viper the warlord who had raided her village crossed her path once more. Using her will and her determination to survive Ariet planned an ambush upon the great warlord. She hid her Amazon sisters in the tree tops and cloaked herself as a helpless mother with a young child the age of six. Viper undoubtedly fell for the trick. He rode up upon the seemingly helpless young mother and her child ready to take them both as slaves, the mother of course would first go towards relieving certain needs for himself and his men. He called out to her from the saddle of his horse, when she ignored him and continued at her slow pace he grew irritated and dismounted his horse charging her in order to teach her a lesson. When he was close enough she turned and flicked her unsheathed sword to his throat and smiled pleasantly at him. Startled and enraged at her defiance he ordered his own attack upon the woman and the child. The sweet innocent child beside the armed woman drew her own bow and laced an arrow and trained it upon his heart. Ariet explained to him that if he were to fight her that all his men would be slaughtered. He laughed defiantly as if to call her bluff, she signaled and arrows few just barely missing their targets by a hairs breath due to orders. Confusion and panic broke out and spread through out his men. Ariet told him of her vow to take his life and her hatred for him. He pleaded for his life at her feet desperate to continue living. she decided to grant him his life, knowing now that he had displayed such weakness it would be difficult to maintain such a respect and obedience as he had had from his men ever again. She made him swear he would never attack nor cross their lands for as long as he lived, she made it clear that if another warlord were to come to capture and kill them she would assume he sent them and come after him with a vengeance. After the warlord had left their land her people told her how they could have sworn Athena shun right through her. Ever since then they paid homage to the great Athena and prayed she would shine through them as well as their mighty leader Ariet. She found her death at arrow point when out scouting their territories by a an advancement of another warlord. Her horse was fast but not faster than an arrow. When the horse reached the camp everyone of the Amazons searched until they found her and a war began between the Amazons and the WarLord Rozect.
*Appearance*
Age when she became Leader: 17
Age when she died: 42
Hair color: light brown
Eye color: forest green
Skin Color: cream'n roses
Height: 5'4
Children: Nunoet
2.) ~ NUNOET [/i]~ (nun-O-et)
Born to the great leader Ariet made filling the shoes rather difficult. She was a half breed between elf and human, both races skeptical about her skills and though she was weaker than a pure blooded Elf she prided herself on her difference. She felt both the elves and the humans were too proud to fully accept her. With her mother no longer leader but an elder of the tribe she often sought council from the wise woman. Yet even the support of the great warrior could do little more than numb the doubt of her tribe. One early morning the tribe was hit with a decently small army of human soldiers. The first to rise was Nunoet, she had felt with her heart that something was wrong and woken from her deep slumber. Taking her mothers sword in hand she made her way slowly out of the bed and down the trunk of the tree. She positioned herself above one of the men and then let herself go falling on top of him and shattering his collar bone and fracturing his spinal cord. She twisted silently as she decapitated another. She spoke not a word as she quickly and skillfully cut down the seventy some men. when the others awoke to the clang of swords they found her covered from head to food in the blood of the enemy and her silvery eyes shun bright with the presents of Athena. They had no chance now to doubt her birth right and gathered up their arms to join her in her pit of broken bodies. She left one alive enough to spill the location of the warlord of whom she return the bodies, a friend of the warlord Vipers. As Ariet had promised and sworn Nunoet tracked down the cowardly warlord and rid him of his tongue. She wanted to watch him give orders to any man without a tongue to speak them. Nunoet returned to her tribe with their full support and respect behind her. She too birthed a child of Elven blood yet this time the child was more than half given credit to the full blooded nature of her father. The tribe celebrated when Nunoets daughter Auna and Isabelle were born twins. Everyone knew there would have to be a rivalry challenge when the girls came of age. The challenge for this status was always to the death, but instead Nunoet quickly changed the law to banishment having not gotten approval from the elders to rid of the law all together. She was a bold and fierce leader who cared more for her people than any of them could have imagined given her mixed blood birth. She was killed in hand to hand combat with another Amazon Queen of the Van'Zorel Tribe.
*Appearance*
Age when she became Leader: 22
Age when she died: 270
Hair color: Ebony
Eye color: forest green
Skin Color: warm honey
Height: 5'9
Children: Auna & Isabelle
3.) ~ AUNA EAGAL TALON ~ (On-ah)
Auna became leader at age 24, shortly after Nunoet was killed. Auna was the first to loose two people in her family almost in the same day. She was forced by law to fight her twin sister in the challenge of the right of cast and won, Isabelle was banished from the from the tribe. After that the years to follow were a constant battle with the Van'Zorel tribe. Eventually Auna killed Nanoa, their Queen that killed Nunoet. Once the war had ended and the justice had been taken Auna turned her attention to the WarLord Rozect. Auna could often be seen on her rust and white color paint with an eagle perched upon her shoulder or her left forearm. She brought the end of two wars under her leadership. Other tribes began calling her Auna Eagle Talon, for she would carry her pet eagle with her every where, she called the eagle Isabelle, in fond memory of her beloved twin sister. Auna had several lovers in her life and at age 27 she gave birth to a son it was another misfortune she could not stand to bare. The elders leaned to give her a break but she said she would honor the laws and give up her new born son, Rownan. With now three of her blood gone her spirits dwindled and she grew to be an even fiercer fighter destroying everything and everyone that got in her way. From the leader was soft hearted and loving to her followers to a woman who barely noticed them. Even in battle her only acknowledgment was to save them to dance around them in a deadly maneuver. If she were not training, or in battle she was off on her own and spoke not a word to anyone. The only thing in her world that brought her comfort was her eagle. When she turned 120 she birthed another child, a blessed daughter. Auna went through another transformation at this Childs birth, she was once again her usual self, before the death of her mother and the banishment of her sister...before even the loss of her son which now lived with a wet nurse in some village far from her. She named the child Aryeta. When Aryeta came to the age of 24 Auna Eagle Talon stepped down and handed her role over to her daughter and for three hundred years later she lived as an elder quietly guiding her daughter in leadership. Auna was poisoned by a rouge Amazon working for another tribe, though it was not the way she had always hoped she would die she found herself at glorious peace. "I go now on a journey more magnificent than I have ever before experienced knowing that though I die my life will continue on in the hearts of my beloved amazons and my most honorable daughter. Shed no tear for my passing but rejoice for a new spirit now watches over you." These were the last words uttered from the dying Auna Eagle Talon's lips before she slipped from our world and into the next.
*Appearance*
Age when she became Leader: 24
Age when she died: 444
Hair color: Dark Red
Eye color: blue green
Skin Color: warm honey
Height: 6'4
Children: Rownan & Aryeta
4.) ~ ARYETA ~ (Are-ee-yet-ah)
Aryeta was the most privileged of the leaders for she had her mother to teach and guide her for 300 years. She was a master blacksmith and found creating things with the different earthly materials brought her great pleasure and she became a master at creating weapons that were not only deadly and effective but light and durable as well. She loved also to decorated them with small detailed designs as well. She learned how to inlay copper and silver, even gold into the stronger materials to make them more beautiful. She made necklaces for the amazons and other accessories as well. Her eye and skill for talent brought interest from other tribes and benefited the tribe greatly in trade. The Amazons grew rich in horses and other fine materials whether to make more weapons or clothing and basket weaving, seeds for harvesting even animals such as cows and chickens that produced other foods for them. Aryeta never touched meat as no full blooded elven truly did at that time, but she found no fault with milk and eggs and other things that could be made with them. She studied hard to learn of the other lands around her, she sent regular patrols to scout their boarders and would often herself go as well. She decided at least two at a time must take a single shift in either direction, incase something should happen, and patrols from the tree tops as well. More than 6 times the trespassers were caught and captured, tried and mated with, some were killed and others were sold as slaves. The most fortunate ones were kept as personal slaves for a while. Aryeta kept three male slaves of her own for sexual pleasure yet rid of them all when she became pregnant with Zira in her 295th year of life. In the those twenty years the amazons saw no war and went about their peace only trading with other tribes and doing as they did, with training as such but their life this was was not meant to last, the Norvae Clan tried to take over their lands and Aryeta could not let this threat go unanswered so she fought back for another fifteen years before relenting her title to her daughter by cause of death in an ambush during patrol both herself and her partner were killed in the attack. Though her death came quickly to her at the end of the battle which is spoke of frequently she died remembering the words of her own mother and knew her daughter who at the time had grown to be 35 years of age, would look after her people perfectly for she had trained her well.
As Aryeta lay there on the forest floor bleeding out she sang an old Celtic tune and an eagle came and landed upon her chest and sat there until her last breath left her lips. Some say it was the spirit of Auna coming back to carry the soul of her child into the after life, others claim it as just a made up happening. But Zira was there when it took flight and heard its cries into the star lit night.
*Appearance*
Age when she became Leader: 24
Age when she died: 310
Hair color: Strawberry Blond
Eye color: warm honey
Skin Color: cream'n roses
Height: 6'8
Children: Zira
5.) ~ ZIRA BEAR CHILD [/B] ~ (Zee-raw)
Zira had the misfortune of being trapped between mother bear and her cubs when she was three years old. When Aryeta found her the left side of Zira's face was covered in deep scars that traveled down her neck and then spread out over her body. Embedded in her chest was a large tooth of the angry bear. Zira laid in the medical tent for days without waking, her only actions where when she would reflexively swallow when they would pour water or liquid food down her throat. Aryeta visited the day her beloved daughter was attacked and found where two and a half claws were found in the ground around where Zira had been laying. Aryeta knew this would be a hard trial for the child to over come so she made a necklace out of the claws, placing the tooth in between the two of them as well as some metal beads upon a bow string cut to fit around her neck. As Zira grew older she would hate the other women of the tribe and was bitter and cruel to them for they were beautiful and her own face was scared and ugly. Every time she would forget about her disturbing appearance she would see her reflection in someone's eyes or the glassy surface of water whether in a the river or a bowl. The other tribes called her the bear child, the mere child that survived the bear attack that no adult would have. After Aryeta's passing Zira suffered the most for her mother was the only one who ever looked past the scars and into who she really was inside. "For anyone to see that there is more than one side of you, the side that they see, you must first show them." Aryeta's strong and wise words were carried with Zira every day of her life. Though before the age of 20 there was only one woman that she would confide in, Tamaia. Tamaia's mother had been killed shortly after Zira's 18th birthday only three years after Aryeta's death and the two had grown close. Tamaia was dark skinned with even darker hair, the color of the ravens wing, and eyes the color of the moon. She was one of the most beautiful women of the tribe and council to the young Zatien. Tamaia was two years older than Zira and was killed in battle in her 26th year. She was human and never took a single year for granted. Tamaia's death came as a hard blow to Zira and she once again became hard and finally listened to the name the other tribes had given her, 'bear child.' She was the child that survived where and adult most likely wouldn't have. She learned that that she thought of as a curse was a blessing. She trained harder and won quicker in battle, her enemy usually distracted by her scars and the stories of her past. She was a strong warrior and merciless in battle. Her tolerance for intruders was thin and she was well known for her numerous executions of soldier and traveler alike wandering into her territory. She wore the necklace her mother had made her and called herself the bear child for nothing would hold her back, It was said that the bear spirit chose her when it spared her life, as she fought on in her life it became more and more obvious to those around her that she fought like the deadly animal as well. Never striking idol blows and each just as deadly as the last, she never passed up an opportunity and would go for any vulnerability. When Zira turned 45, still looking as though she were in her early 20s, a young elven child was brought to the tribe by scouts. She had been held captive by the Yamira clan, a barbaric group of military men. The only thing that separated them from a warlord's troop was that they cared little of taking territory and cared more about ridding the world of the amazons. Zamira's elves gypsy family was unfortunate enough to be mistaken for members of Zira's tribe. Zira took Zamira in as her own child, having not found the desire to mate with any of the captives of the camp. Zamira had bright blond hair like the suns magnificent rays had been born within her and her eyes were the color of fresh soil. The child was 8 years old when brought to live with the Amazons, two years behind on the training but caught on quickly. She danced every night that the moon was full and brought a great delight to the tribe. Zamira enjoyed being the center of Zira's world and didnt care about the scared flesh that covered the magnificent and impressive woman. Five years past and Zira found the most handsome man she could imagine, he was tall with dark skin and even darker hair, his eyes...silver like the moon. He was not drow but a southern breed of Elf traveling North on a quest of personal interest. His name was Razier, he wrote her the most beautiful poetry and though she was in her early 50s she didnt look a day older than her mid 20s. Her shape was magnificent despite the scars. He would sit for hours with her and trace her scars with his fingers as they spoke. He was not permitted to stay in the tribe as a free man due to the founding laws so Zira made him her personal slave, none but her was permitted to touch him, much to the dismay of many of the women. 9 months after her 52nd year marker had passed she gave birth to a beautiful little girl and she named the child Aemira. Zamira was more excited than to be expected when the child arrived for no longer was she the apple of her mothers eye, but a big sister. when Aemira turned 6 years of age, Zamira turned 19, she was told that she would some day take her mothers place as Zatien of the tribe. This broke Zamira's heart, she had always looked forward to, though no one had ever told her, being the next Zatien of the tribe. She had trained hard since the day she had been brought to the tribe and been accepted in every way. She was told that she could challenge Aemira when the little girl became old enough. When Aemira became the age of 16, Zamira 29, Zamira no longer wished to challenge for she felt she was too old to challenge her younger sister, so Aemira feeling confident challenged her older sister. It was a close battle but the secrets Aemira was given as her birth right gave her the edge in the fight as she was permitted to keep her right of cast. Having no where else to go Zamira accepted the lowest rank in the tribe but swore a vow of silence until the end of her days. Aemira now had her 'throne' unchallengeable and her right by birth, and it made her feel cocky. 40 more years passed and Razier remained with Zira when she gave birth to another child. This child was named KiriaTamaia and just like her sister was born with dark skin and even darker hair and eyes as silver as the moon. Zira lived only for 11 years after the birth of her second child. Her body could just not last any longer after the damage done to her as a child. She set the record as the shortest lived Zatien since Ariet, the human that first ruled.
**Physical Appearance**
Age when she became Leader: 15
Age when she died: 125
Hair color: Ginger
Eye color: Ashy Grey
Skin Color: warm honey
Height: 6'6
Children: Zamira, Aemira & KiriaTamaia
6.) ~ AEMIRA ~ (A-Me-rah)
Aemira took the tribe by storm when she took over as Zatien at 73. It was the latest that anyone had ever given their born right. Given that her mother only lived to the age of 125 Aemira never minded much and it made her a more warm spirited and gentle Zatien. Aemira was a kunning Zatien and a brilliant warrioress. She is best known for being the shortest lived Zatien in the history so far. Living simply thirty years until her death, without any children to carry on her line. But in the thirty years that she lived She was able to kill off the clan of barbaric men without so much as a sweat on her part. She wa a trixter and could move with ease through the tree tops. She constructed deck like buildings in two of the trees with a long bridge linking them. She loved being in the trees more than anything else, she loved their smell, their silent wisdom and their unmatchable grace. Aemira was shot down with arrows out of the trees but the Zubundi tribe, once an allie until they found the supiriority in battle tecnique and stratedgy a threat to themselves. Many mourned for Aemira she was so close and so very loved by her people. She believed that being close with everyone in her tribe would bring her closer to success as a Zatien, the ones before her had been so focused on being strong willed and transfixed on battles that they had little time to know their people all that well. She had always wanted to be closer to them and she made Zamira her second in command Though she could not give her her right of cast, not when her younger sister had been born to that right. Though she died quite young for an Elven Zatien she achieved much in her time and made a differance in several lives. She made her life greatly worth while, for herself and for several others.
**Physical Appearance**
Age when she became Leader: 73
Age when she died: 103
Hair color: Raven
Eye color: Silvery
Skin Color: tan
Height: 6'6
Children: None
7.) ~ KIRIA TAMAIA ~ (kear-ah-tum-ay-ah)
Kiria Tamaia was less spirited than her sister but not less close with the tribes people. Because her sister did not have any children Kiria Tamaia was crowned the new Zatien of the tribe. Out of rage Kiria Tamaia declared war on the Zubundi tribe. Both tribes suffered great losses and Kiria Tamaia lost her left eye and her beauty would forever be marred by the deep scar she carried on the left side of her face. Kiria Tamaia wore around her neck the necklace her grandmother had made for her mother, and no matter what land she would travel to everyone knew Kiria Tamaia, Daughter of Zira Bear child. Kiria found her wounds to be much of an advantage in the way they were for her mother. Her protective nature and her reputation as well as the reputation of her bloodline ensured several long years of peace allowing the tribes members to focused on their other trades. Though Kiria Tamaia had the heart of a lion she was passionate about the art of the written word. Many late nights she would tell stories, mainly to tell again to children. One fateful day five scouts drug in a little more than half a dozen men. They were priests of the Oraylium star. They were lined up with their prideful noses in the air, though all but one of them begged for their lives when threatened. Maxelus, he was 6'9 and despite only being 3 inches taller than Kiria Tamaia he looked like a giant to many. His skin was lighter than hers and his hair was silver and white though his face appeared no older than mid-thirties. His silvery eyes were even more captivating than her own. When ordered to kneel he was the only of his comrades not to take to his knees. Thrilled by this behavior as so many before her would have been she made it her personal goal to break him. She tried for several years without success and kept him as a personal slave to be used as a means of conceiving the next leader. She gave birth to four children. 3 boys she named Orren, Zolen and Artaius and with the birth of each silvery haired boy, except for Artaius, Maxelus convinced Kiria to send the boys with one of his comrades to the temple to be brought up there. After the 70 years between Orren and Artaius another 40 passed and Kiria gave birth to a daughter,Oraylia. The death that took Kiria Tamaia was not murder but an illness brought threw neighboring lands from even more distant and exotic places.
**Physical Appearance**
Age when she became Leader: 47
Age when she died: 126
Hair color: Raven
Eye color: Silvery
Skin Color: tan
Height: 6'6
Children: Orren, Zolen, Artaius, Oraylia
8.) ~ ORAYLIA [/B] ~ (O-ray-lee-ah)
Oraylia was born with silky silver hair that she allowed to grow to the back of her knees, her complexion was that of her mothers but her hair and height were that of her fathers. Her eyes were more of a breath taking silver than either of her parents. All in all she was a sight to behold. She had been named after the star her father held so dear and her mother had found it to be appropriate. After the death of her young mother and the transpher of title to her she released her father to return to his temple. He coxed and pleaded for her to come with him for he was certain that she was the born form of the goddess of the star herself, but Oraylia's sense of duty kept her with her people. No news was spread of the passing of the great Zatien Kiria Tamaia and so it was common belief to many that she still lived. In this time without war Oraylia studied the healing properties of the native plants to her home. She traded materials and trinkets for medical book and scrolls, even medicines themselves. She wished she had thought to study these things sooner and perhaps saved her mother from the death that had beckoned her from a far. Oraylia healed the sick and wounded of her tribe and when she became fatherly successful news traveled swiftly and other tribes were bringing their ill to her to heal. Oraylia's brothers were sent to her to try and convince her to return with them to the temple. When she refused the attempted to take her by force but with Oraylia's status, little about her went unnoticed and when she was being drug from the camp quietly through a side passage her brothers were attacked by the angry tribes women. When she was able to unbind her mouth she cried out that her brother's lives be spared. Oraylia wanted to be certain that nothing like this would happen again but she refused to kill her own brothers. She chose Artaius to remain behind as a captive until a treaty would be written up and signed ensuing the peace between the two. She had chosen this brother for he reminded her so much of her mother, his dark eyes and ash colored eyes. Even his smile was like that of his mothers, the other two reminded her of her father and the thought of him angered her, as he had thought that he could force her to follow his way opposed to her mothers. She allowed Artaius to roam freely when she was certain he knew he would be tracked, followed and killed if he attempted to run back to the temple. With this understanding he lived among the tribe for three years before his brothers came with a treaty and to collect him. In this time he had mated with an Amazon and had a daughter, Kayra. Despite his reluctance to leave his brothers took him back to the temple where he would live out the rest of his life. Another four years passed and Oraylia gave birth to a daughter though the father of the child has never been known to anyone but Oraylia. The girl was born with a ebony hair with a single streak of silver on the right side. The daughter was named Oetrema, which was the name of the eldest daughter of the goddess's 15 children. When Oetrema turned the age of sixteen Oraylia stepped down at age 36 to allow her child to be the Zatien. This was a great surprise to the tribe but Oraylia's passion and gift was in medicine and healing and she wanted to be able to fully focused on that skill for she was the only one of her tribe with as much knowledge on the subject as her. Kayra being 20 years of age decided to challenge her younger cousin to the cast of right battle. She had strict belief that she, being the eldest child of the bloodline, should be permitted the right to be Zatien. Kayra's violent determination was her ultimate downfall and she lost to her cousin who was four years younger than her. shamed by the defeat Kayra carved four vertical lines into her right cheek. A symbol of universal shame or dishonor among the Amazon tribes. Oetrema claimed her birthright without it further challenged. Oraylia lived simply as an elder and healer among her tribe and counseled Oetrema where she believed advice was needed. No one is exactly certain how old the woman lived to be, only that she is still alive today.
Age when she became Leader: 16
Age when she died: ---
Hair color: Silver
Eye color: Silvery
Skin Color: tan
Height: 6'8
Children: Oetrema
9.) ~ OETREMA ~ (O-tree-mah)
The tribe flourished under the rule of the young Zatien of Oetrema. Members from other tribes came seeking homes with them, weather it was because of the medicine woman or the famous reputation of the tribe that they were interested in. Oetrema was one of the most fortunate for her mother was present to give her advice and guidance. She made her cousin her second in command and general of war parties. Kayra's delight was greater than Oetrema could have expected, this bit of power and title gave her like purpose and meaning once more and she no longer cared about the shame she had brought herself when she lost the challenge. She had been permitted to remain in the tribe but she had never expected to be anything but entry level Amazon for the rest of her life. She was wise for her young age and a true beauty to be sure. But when word finally got out that Kiria Tamaia was no longer Zatien and no only that but that her granddaughter was now the Zatien different tribes began to get braver, hunting on their hunting ground and even going so far as ambushing and beating scouts to the brink of death. The year Oetrema turned twenty two she and Kayra set out to meet the De Davac tribe in battle. The leader had zoned onto Oetrema and was going in for the kill when the young leader had her back turned. Kayra caught sight of what was happening and lunged forward beheading the rival tribes leader. Oetrema and Kayra became unbelievably close, Oetrema threw a huge feast in Kayra's honor and claimed that if she were to have no children that she wanted Kayra to have her right of cast and to become Zatien if she should die without an heir. Honored and humbled by this statement Kayra began to pray every chance she got that someday, she would become Zatien. But it was not to be, a traveling thief was captured in the forest and though human Oetrema was charmed and romanced by the man. His dashing good looks and silver tongue eased her mind as she conceived a child at the age of 38, though she did not look a day over twenty. Kayra tried desperately to keep the two from being alone together. Her own personal agenda pressing her to near madness when Oetrema became pregnant with a child. Kayra plotted ways to dispose of the child in a way that would seem natural but not even Oraylia's herbs or mixtures would have rid the Zatien of her precious child. She tried telling Oetrema that she had dreamed that the child was a boy and she should rid her body of it before it was born to escape the hassle of finding a home for the child later. Oetrema was so disturbed by her second in commands visions and dreams that she went to her mother for council. "I feared that this would happen." Oraylia said with a solemn tone to her voice, "she is mad with power and will stop at nothing for your cast of right." With this information and the desire to protect her unborn child Oetrema banished her second in command and told her if she ever returned that she would be killed on sight. Crushed, angry and vengeful Kayra left the tribe in search of any other tribe powerful enough to destroy the Oetrema's. Far east she found a tribe far more ruthless and barbaric than Azamarea. The Darzana tribe were cannibalistic women who ate the men they caught and used them for sacrificing as well. Kayra joined them and filled their leaders head with tales of Azamarea and convinced the tribe leader, Amara, that she wanted to snuff out the Azamarean tribe. Within a year Kayra was the tribe leader of the Darzana tribe and launched an attack on Azamarea where Oetrema ruled. The war lasted for seven long years and many died as a result. Most of those who didn�t die were scared off by the cannibalistic women they fought against. But in the end Azamarea triumphed forcing Kayra and her cannibal tribe back where they came from. It was three months later when Oetrema heard that Kayra was stripped of her title and her flesh as a resort of the failure in her leadership. Oetrema had given birth to a young girl named Saeria. Oetrema met her end on a hunting trip and a wild arrow met her neck, despite being an accident Oraylia banished the barer of the bow from the tribe and bestowed the right of cast to the 67 year old granddaughter, Saeria. The girl was born 67 years prior to Oetrema's death and learned much when she became the Zatien, though no one could say where she got her auburn hair and her lvy colored eyes but her beauty was indescribable.
Age when she became Leader: 16
Age when she died: 112
Hair color: black with a silver stripe on the right
Eye color: Silvery
Skin Color: tan
Height: 6'8
Children: Saeria
10.) ~ SAERIA [/B] ~ (sea-ree- ah)
With hair the color of the Celts and eyes so deep green they were of the color ivy Saeria claimed her right of cast when she was 67. Despite waiting so much longer than her mother or grandmother to become Zatien she found that her life of privilege and love conquered even the most savage of opponents'. Saeria was the first to tame the wild four legged beasts known today as horses. Having found a foal with a broken leg, its mother being forced to abandon it or be left behind as well, took it in and mended it leg. She discovered that horses grew quickly and two years after she rescued it she attempted placing herself upon its back. The first several times were without success but as the months passed and her determination continued to grow she finally succeeded in mounting the tall buckskin mare. It did not take her long to train the horse and discovered the horses own intelligence and used it as an advantage. She learned she could hunt, travel and even battle from the back of her horse and mastered each feat until satisfied. She named the horse Demyra, and continued to roam the lands upon her back with lightening speed upon long muscled legs and the horse became just as determined in each task set before her as much as Saeria. She was called by her people and people of allied tribes, the tamer of beasts. Not only was her ability to calm wild animals set her apart from her sisters and mothers before her but her sympathy for men. She never kept one as a slave and never took them hostage. She felt sorry for them for she thought it was wrong that her people treat men the way men treated women in other cultures. She wanted the cycle of violence and abuse to end between the sexes. A man who lived among the centaur clan came to her camp one day his name was Tonowmie, a warrior of their people as well as a member of high council. He had been sent her offer of peace and truce and come to meet her in person. Oraylia had not wished any part of it, this concept was too different for her to accept and she did not see any need to peace with the male gender. The Azamarean tribe was surprised when three centaur escorted Tonawmie to their camp, centaurs and Amazons each carrying a mutual distaste for one another. But Saeria standing bold and strong in the center of the camp had only a warm smile upon her face, tattoos danced from her hair line to her sculpted jaw line magnificently. She wore a feather headdress frequently to allow those of other tribes and travelers caught in their traps know that she was the one who made the choices, she was the Zatien. She used hawk feathers and clay beads to make it and then wove each one into her auburn hair. Tonowmie had come to Azamarea to speak with Saeria about peace and an alliance and had himself prepared for much but 'not' for how breath takingly beautiful she was. As a matter of fact it was a surprise to many of them to find that the tribe was made up of several deadly beauties but the most surprising of all was how entranced Saeria was by Tonowmie. She was courted and charmed by Tonowmie for eleven years before she gave into him and nine months later Saeria gave birth to a daughter whom she named Zyra. 4 years later she birthed a second daughter, Kamira. But under unfortunate circumstances Tonowmie was not the second child's father. Despite their physical diffrences that were as different as night and day the two sisters could never be closer that Zyra and Kamira. Saeria chose the path her grandmother chose and passed down her right of cast to her eldest daughter when she turned the age of twenty two and took to being an elder and the ambassador between the Amazons and the Centaurs clans.
Age when she became Leader: 67
Age when she died: ----
Hair color: auburn
Eye color: green
Skin Color: warm honey
Height: 6'4
Children: Zyra, Kamira
11.) ~ ZYRA [/b] ~ (Zzeye-rah)
She was a beautiful little girl with sapphire blue eyes and tawny hair. For the girls whole childhood life, she was the center of the tribes attention and the apple of everyone's eyes. She was the envy of every child and beloved by every adult in the tribe. She was just as wild as her mother and passionate about the study of her ancestors. She tamed her own horse, a quarter horse with one amber eye and one blue and ebony mane and tail that were as silky and soft as velvet. Kamira was 18 when her sister turned Zatien. Her own eyes were as golden as the suns early rays and her hair as dark as the midnight hour. So different their appearances were, like night and day, but no two sisters had ever been closer and it is possible that none ever will be. Zyra trained her sister as a mother would her daughter for the cast of right. Zyra had seen men growing up and did not care for them at all, in fact she despised them from the bottom of her heart. But never allowed opinion sway her judgment over them. Zyra loved music and during her time as Zatien she filled the forest with it, made it alive with rhythm. She developed ceremonies and enhanced rituals, she loved everything about the forest she lived in. Though she had no patience for men or stupidity she was one of the more loving of Zatiens. One particularly hot day the beautiful Zatien with golden waves pouring over her shoulders and down her back from her head and eyes so blue that they sky itself was envious, she decided to climb the cliff top which split down the middle to give birth to the endless waterfall that tumbled down its middle. She climbed to the highest point stripping away clothes as she climbed laughing joyously as she did so. Few of the tribe paid much notice for the Zatien was spirited as she was beautiful and none dare tell her that she should not attempt such a dive. She stood strong, bracing herself against the wind and the spray of the angry water that flowed around her. Her body balanced upon a small bolder in the center of its mass. Her eyes laughed almost harder than her mouth and she began to sway picked up by the sound of the raging currents hungry for her. The wind whipped about her body throwing her golden hair across her face obstructing her vision. She was anything but discouraged. She had planned out this act so many times in her mind that she had never once even thought to question if it were safe or not. Kamira seemed to be the only one who was as interested in this bold act as her sister, her golden eyes shining upward to her goddess like sister who stood proudly upon the bolder dancing hypnotically there as though she owned the elements and now was to bend them all to her will. Kamira could hear the soft song on the wind as her sister opened her mouth to sing back to the forest overwhelmed by natures glory and purity. She swayed and danced before leaping off the bolder her body forming into an arrow and the song cut off just a half a second before she broke through the waters surface. Once beneath the water a whole new drumming began and she snaked her way to the rivers side where her adoring sister stood watching her from the edge and when she broke through the waters face once more she sprayed her little sister with a gust of chilling water. Kamira squealed merrily and tried to jump out of way for another wave her sister sent her way but her sister anticipated the dodge and soaked her even more. A man ran through the forest to the rivers side and nearly dove into the angry current of water after Zyra not noticing at first that the golden beauty had gone to the edge and was fine. He didn't even notice Kamira at first standing there shocked and surprised that any man had made it so far unnoticed. Seven more Amazons leapt to earths surface surrounding him. He froze as he noticed and cursed under his breath assuming it was a trap of some sort. The golden haired beauty pulled herself from the waters birth and stood before him naked, uncaring and determined. She truly looked as if a goddess with the liquid crystal beads running down her magnificent form. One of the amazons reached out a fur wrap to her to cover herself but she held her hand up to halt undeterred by the fact that this man had seen her bare flesh. Kamira stepped in front of her sister determined to shield her glory from the mans unworthy eyes, but Zyra placed her hand upon her sisters shoulder reassuring her. "Who are you?" she asked in a stern voice her eyes set hard upon his face, his own eyes were wide and yet growing with surprise his jaw open wider than should have been normal. His striking green eyes were guided into an olive completion and he was rather tall for a human man but she still stood taller than him. He nearly choked unable to speak a word to her in such an exposed position. She could tell he was a soldier from the armor he wore and the crest it bore, he had not been in the ranks for very long and his hands where shaking at his side. She repeated her question with a softer tone as the women around them grew either irritated or amused by his silence. "Are you alright?" he finally breathed unable to comprehend her question fully before his own, Zyra reached out and took the wrap covering her body with a smug expression planted upon her angelic face. "Of course," she said with almost a tender touch to her voice, "who are you?" she stated again, her growing irritation would not have been apparent to anyone looking upon her other than Kamira who knew her sister all too well. "Zatien asks you a question boy," Kamira nearly spat upon him as she spoke angrily and gabbed a finger into his chest. The man was taken aback a second time scrambling to gather his wits about him. "I am fourth regiment of the alliance between king Kalimon and the dwarves of the western mountains." Zyra began to feel pity for such a lad, surely the dwarves of the western mountains would not aligned themselves with humans, what need would they have of humans and they were more reluctant of befriending the race as Azamaerians where. She kept the man as a 'pet' for several years spending much time with the human man who as she found out was only half human. Kamira was displeased with the change and though the tribe was familiar with their Zatiens' becoming very close with their slaves, but Kamira could not adjust to the idea that she no longer had her sister all to herself. She taunted the man, made his life hell when her sister wasn't present promised him of things that would happen if he should so tell her of her actions. The rest of the tribe understood and related to the disapproval that Kamira held for the man being so closely knit to Zyra. Zyra cared little of what her tribe felt about her showing such interest in the half elven man. He wasn't well formed with a strong body like her own but his knowledge of things caught her interest and made her wish to know more, weather it was more about him or more about the world in general. Despite Kamira's distaste for the man she did nothing more about it and continued to aid her sister in her rule over the Amazons. Zyra gave birth to a single daughter naming her Reviera after the great river that flowed down the center of the Azamaerian land. When her daughter was of the age of 22 she stepped down and lived out of the lime light with her slave allowing her daughter to become the Zatien she had wanted her to be.
Age when she became Leader: 22
Age when she died: ----
Hair color: tawny
Eye color: sapphire
Skin Color: warm honey
Height: 6'6
Children: Reviera
12.) ~RIEVIERA STORM~ [/i]
She was a lovely child with almond shaped green eyes and earthy brown hair. She was a fast study and worked hard to make up for her disadvantage. Her father was only half elven which made her a quarter human. She sat on the edge of the river with her dear friend Iria. Iria had blond hair that came near to white in the hot season and had eyes as blue as sky water. She was the only one that Riviera could tell her secrets to and vise versa, "My mother has told me that one day I will have to capture and choose a slave. That I will have to kiss him and produce the next line of Amazon like my mother and grandmother before me," Iria said with a tight tone. "Riviera,If at least I knew what it would be like," She continued throwing a rock into the water.
Riviera paused a moment, "close your eyes." Iria quirked a light brow but did as her friend had suggested. Riviera neared her and stopped when she was close enough to smell the sweet bread on Iria's mouth. She inhaled deeply then closed her eyes and pressed her lips to Iria's. Both girls were surprised at the electricity that passed through the two of them, when they opened their eyes they found that they two were blushing. "Ahh so that's how it feels," Iria whispered after a moment. This was the start of many passionate years. The girls would find every opportunity to slip away and fall into each other's arms. They would visit the hidden place near the river's edge and spend their times alone, their romance covered by the sound of the river.
When they grew older the tribe was attacked by the Van' Zorel tribe, it had been 10 generations since they had been a threat to the Azamaerians. But now the new Zatien, Sairo, was taking this time to avenge the pride of her people lost so long ago. Unfortunately Iria was one of the few killed in the battle, she went mad with rage and cut down those remaining in the territory. Those that had been captured, she wished to behead and send back to Sairo but her mother Zyra was still Zatien and refused to allow this. "Patients Reviera, When you are Zatien you may make your own choices. Killing them in cold blood will make us no better than savages." Zyra advised her. So she did, 3 years after Reviera became Zatien she had built her nation strong, she had converted her captives into recruits that would soon fight against their born friends and families. Reviera went to the elders and asked for advice, they told her of a great storm that would be coming and last 5 days. Reviera began improving on her plans. She used the fist night of the storm for cover against the Van' Zorel clan, it was there that she discovered that Sairo had been in leagues with a new war lord in the area, Daxus. It made more sense now, Iria had been found a mile away, tied up. She had been raped and cut apart and left to bleed out. She tracked him down after torturing the Zatien to death. She got confident and Daxus had been tipped off and was ready for her when she snuck into his tent. She had a dozen men on her in the dark, and was eventually captured. He instructed his men to tie her to a chair, she found her legs tied further apart than she would have liked. "Do you know what's wrong with you 'Amazons'?" he asked with a smug tone. Reviera didn't respond, only glared at the man with dark brown hair and silvery eyes. When she didn't respond he continued, "You believe you don't need men."
Reviera made a face, "We don't." She herself had never been touched by one and never would intend to either.
"Of course you do," Daxus chuckled, "how else are you to get baby Amazons? Hmm?" she couldn't argue with that particular statement, Amazons had been using men for generations to conceive children. "You know how fun it can be, being with a man." He taunted. She said nothing, her eyes burned like hot coals. She dropped her gaze just a split second and it told him what he wanted to know, "No?" he chuckled that twisted chuckle, "We should remedy that." He did not taunt her after, he learned a new way that he could torture her; he raped her repeatedly that night. She did not cry, not even a fraction of a tear. Eventually he grew bored and got ready for bed, "You know, this reminds me very much of when we invaded your lands. There was a young woman, that we over came. I had her tied similarly, then gave her to my men to do with as they pleased. Each had her." He knelt beside her ear, "she didn't die a noble warrior, oh no, she died a whore." Reviera spat in his face and thrashed as he spoke of Iria. "sleep well," he chuckled, "Tomorrow this little nightmare continues." He crawled into his bed and soon fell asleep. She sat still, assuming it was a trap but he had honestly thought he had tied her so well she could not escape. It took her an hour to free herself. She found her dagger and crawled on top of him. She grinned when the shock and horror crossed his face upon waking to realize he would die. She covered his mouth and slit his throat from ear to ear. Victory at last, she had avenged her friend and avenged her tribe, It was 3 months later that she realized that she was pregnant. Sickened by the idea of carrying that mans child inside of her, she wanted to do everything she could to rid herself of it, but failed. And as her stomach grew so did her hatred for the thing inside it. She wasn't prepared for how she would feel when her daughter was born. It was as though the infant had jump started her heart. "Your name little one, shall be called Nina." From then on she dedicated herself to motherhood and raising the child to be the next Zatien when she was gone. Though she did not relinquish her rank until she was nearly 120 when she was caught off guard while swimming was drowned.
~Appearance~
Age became Zatien: 22
Age of Death: 120
Hair Color: Earthy Brown
Eye Color: Green
Skin Color: Warm honey
Height: 6'4
Children: Nina