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Anansi the Jack-O-Rachnid
Bukekayo
Legacy Name: Bukekayo
The Cream Kumos
Owner: PookaWitch
Age: 14 years, 1 month, 1 week
Born: February 17th, 2010
Adopted: 14 years, 1 month, 1 week ago
Adopted: February 17th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 26
- Strength: 63
- Defense: 45
- Speed: 46
- Health: 47
- HP: 47/47
- Intelligence: 68
- Books Read: 68
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Building Blocks Display Destroyer
: African Spotted Wolf :
.: Ancestor Orisha :.
Bukekayo's feet are fast,
Bukekayo's mind as well.
African trickster, tribal protector,
Now let us her story tell.
Name Meaning:> Beautiful in Zulu Species: Cream Kumos Sub Species: African Cape Dog Race: South African Class: Ranger/Rogue Alignment: Chaotic Good Patron Gods: the Orisha spirits Age: Adult True Age: Unsure, but she originally lived hundreds of years ago. Fur: Blotched markings of brown/cream/black Eyes: golden Forms: Quad (natural), Occational anthro (magical) Mate: Long deceased Offspring: long deceased |
Personality Bukekayo has a very dynamic and jubilant personality. She laughs easily and frequently, a smile is nearly always on her face. When around those with a dour expression or demeanor she tends to jest and play until they can't help but crack a smile. Like Anasi who she reveres, Bukekayo is also a trickster. Although a proficient warrior she has avoided many a battle through craftiness and guile. If anything her confidence can be a flaw since she goes into a situation believing that it cannot be lost. Dance is a passion of Bukekayo's and she loves to cavort, flip, and caper about, she's a very acrobatic and flexible kumos. A good drum beat and Bukekayo is moving her paws, ready to play, dance and celebate. Big hearted and kind she always puts pack, family and tribe before herself. She has a soft spot for both the young and elderly; the young because they still know how to play, and the elders because they are so wise. Her centuries as an Ancestor Orisha (spirit) have not been forgotten. It's an honour to be chosen to return to life to serve the greater Orisha as a servant in the mortal world, but the lost years haven't been simply tossed aside. Bukekayo still tries to answer prayers of her tribe when she can, although now she needs to be stealthier due to her more phsyical presence. Likes: A good laugh, Dancing, Play, Music, Pack and family, Masks, Spiders, Elephants Dislikes: Lions, Being called a 'Hyena', Poachers, the Humorless |
Far from your sun, clouds now close over me.
How far to go, I cannot say.
How many more will journey this way?
~Storms In Africa (Enya)
*The Story of Bukekayo*
Get comfortable and listen closely while I tell you my story. *The Lion* It was when a man eating lion reared it's ugly head that my troubles began. Stalking my pack, he would snatch away any who strayed alone. It was a terrible time, but I knew what had to be done. So I padded out at dawn to meet him, knowing very well where he lazed about. I had hoped that my speed and agility would aid me, that I could wear the beast down, fall him before I was too wounded. His face was already stained from his previous victims as I taunted him to chase me. After a good exausting run, he was worn... then I dived in for my attack. *Ancestor Orisha* We were both resored anew, him and I. It was odd, I was confused... but we fought still... for an eternity it felt. I could oddly hear the prayers of my realatives and pack, and then it dawned on me... I was now an orisha. I had joined my own ancestors, and now was a spirit who could hear the calls and pleas of my family. *My Blessing* He came from the north, the land of sand and kings. With his aid I was able to finally drive the man eater (now a fiendish orisha) away. It was a lesson I should have learned earlier, but in my pride I faced him alone... I had needed a pack to have properly protected my tribe. His name was Jahy, and he traveled with a duty. I breathed once again, my body reformed (or perhaps regrown, whichever I'm not sure of) and the voices of my own ancestors rang in my ears. I was reawakened, brought back to the mortal realm to aid my new alphas with some magnificent task. *The Missing Tribe* Once more living as a mortal the first thing that crossed my mind was wondering about the large pack/tribe I had protected while still alive. Rushing back to my pack's lands I quickly discovered that they were nowhere to be found. Saddened, and curious, I struck out on a quest to find one who would know what had happened... and elephant. The saying 'an elephant never forgets' does have a truth to it, since there are a few elephants, special shamans, who have ancestral memories that span nearly the entire history of Africa. I speak in circles, it's fun isn't it? Much like chasing your own tail. Eventually my paws led me to an elephant rememberer who knew of my tribe. It was then that the truth was revealled to me... I had been a spirit much longer then I realised. Many, many years had passed since the fight with the Eater of Men, and my tribe went the way that many do over such a long period of time. There were battles and wars that led to death, there were marriages that mixed our tribe with others, there had been inner conflict that seperated the tribe into smaller packs... and the family I once knew had not truly ceased to exist but diffused itself into many tribes and people. I was both proud and saddened, I was now connected to so many, but not connected to any at all. My questions answered and my quest complete I follow my paws once again to find my new alphas Wepawet and Taimoset. The far northern warrior Iron Cant Bite met me; another member of my new pack, he gave message that the alphas travel in their own quests, and we should meet with them soon enough. (Note: Sadly the character Jahy isn't on Subeta. I haven't heard from his roleplayer in years.)
Many portents were present at the time of my birth, the Inyanga (shaman) of my pack fortold that great things were to happen to me, that I was blessed. I grew up with the praise of my people upon me, the Orisha (spirits) had looked favourably on me.
Life was a wonderful game. I became a protector for my pack and was trained in hunting and fighting, yet I rarely needed to fight off dangers, I was too crafty for that. Whenever trouble reared it's head from rival creatures in the grasslands, or those who would harm my pack I was nearly always able to trick the threat away. It still makes me smile to think of so many trappers that I lured back into their own covered pits.
This cat was nothing but a large brute. Not so lucky when it came to brains, but in brawn... well he had more then his fair share.
Sadly there was nothing I could do with my usual speed and wit; no traps for him to fall into, no hunters who would take him as a prize... there was only me and him, not realy very lucky.
In and out, back and forth we fought, much like some grim dance. A bite her, a claw there... I wounded him, and he bit at me I could feel my head growing woozy from blood loss, but I could tell that this 'man eater' wouldn't last much longer either. Everything was growing blurry, until I felt a new vigor about me.
Sadly I was never able to answer any prayers, as the fight never stopped. Not until the day that my salvation came .
Through the blessing of his Khemetic gods, and the powerful orisha of my own ancestors, he were here to return me to life, to become a 'ReAwakened'. But only those who died heroically could be chosen, and he had come for me.
Jahy's brother Wepawet and the Nubian kumos Taimoset were blessed with this sacred task, and the gods granted Wepawet the return of his brother... if he aided them in thier task. So while they searched on thier own quest, Jahy came to find me.
But what it could be, the spirits haven't breathed a word about it yet.
For a time my new saviour, the one from the deserts of the north, travelled with me. We danced beneath the moonlight and I teased him with my antics. When the rainy season came it brought with it such a storm that when we rushed for shelter he never arrived. I have my hopes that the desert native still lives, that he somehow still is upon the land, but I have not seem him for quite some time now.
Part One
Bukekayo's feet are fast,
Bukekayo's mind as well.
African trickster, tribal protector,
Now let us her story tell.
Shamans prophesied her birth,
protector kind, female wise.
For the Portents proclaimed her,
Trickster born in mortal guise.
Days of dance, nights of song,
Bukekayo's life was play.
When danger threatened home and tribe,
Bukekayo fooled them away.
Sing the song of Bukekayo,
trickster dog of grass and plain.
Joy she brought to home and tribe,
until lion, 'eater of men' came.
Part Two
Bukekayo's plan was sound,
Bukekayo's mind so slick.
Confuse the beast, bring him down,
Lion strong, but trickster quick!
Lion fangs are ever sharp,
Bukekayo's teeth as well.
Lion dies from many wounds,
But Bukekayo also fell.
Maw and bite, tooth and claw,
each to afterlife did send.
Now as spirits they still fight,
Eternal Struggle, never end.
Bukekayo's feet were fast,
Bukekayo's mind as well.
African trickster, tribal defender,
Now let you her story tell.
Art of Bukekayo
Adorable Chibi Head by Lai |
(Note: Character is based heavily off of a mixture of South African tribes.)
Pet Treasure
Tribal Priest Wooden Mask
Five Golden Rings
Underling Gold Choker
Creepy Carved Wooden Face
Shamanic Face Guard