Vanka shaves her head
in the early shadows of dusk, beside her sister's slumbering shape.
She shaves away long lank locks of glossy black; she shaves away her
husband's touch, her half-remembered mother's fingertips; she shaves
away a lifetime's children who will never quicken, and when the first
sob threatens she chokes it out into song, her rasping voice rising
with the darkness to the stars' lonely eyes, singing, singing,
singing up the darkness – not in the high tongue of the dark lords
on their black horses, but in Orsi, her people's language, a tattered
shroud of a tongue that refused to accept its own death.
Building on the world of "Labyrinth" and subverting Lord of the Rings for the sheer hell of it.
Showing posts with label orc. Show all posts
Showing posts with label orc. Show all posts
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Sing Up the Dark
Labels:
culture,
family,
Ivanna,
Lord of the Rings,
loss,
LOTR,
mucking about in other people's sandboxes,
oral tradition,
orc,
orcs,
Orsi,
shaved head,
sisters,
song,
Vanka,
warrior women
Friday, January 13, 2012
Vanka of Ten Thousand Scars
An officer and tribal leader at the time of the War of the Ring, Vanka is one of very few orc women to rise as high as she has; another is her sister, Irinna, an elective mute and perhaps even a greater force to be reckoned with on the battlefield than Vanka herself, which is a high compliment indeed.
Labels:
female figure,
Lord of the Rings,
LOTR,
military commander,
mucking about in other people's sandboxes,
my work,
officer,
orc,
sketch,
Vanka,
W.I.P,
warlord,
woman
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