I'm standing on the edge of the lush green field, my sword gripped tight, and am surrounded by my sisters. Opposite us is another tribe, the Crimson Vixens, each of them decked out in just stripes of red paste as a counterpart to our blue. It sparks a dim memory, *was I once one of them in a previous life?*, but then movement to my right brings me back to the present. Xanthe steps forward, the tribe's matriarch now standing a few paces ahead of us, and my heart thrills to see her, admire her beauty. She holds her sword aloft, the metal glinting in the morning sun, and then sharply brings it down, points its tip at the Vixens.
We charge, the entire Cerulean Lions tribe sprints across the field in a tide of warrior-femininity. The Vixens stand firm, their lines expanding in both directions, and a trickle of doubt flashes through me even as I grin about the imminent combat. A sound like a thousand bees cuts through the shouting, the sky darkens for a second, and screams ring out as arrows fall upon us, their fletching the orange of the Amber Eagles. The woman to my right staggers as an arrow thuds into her right breast, only the momentum of the tribe keeps her moving forward for a short while longer, and I feel my hair move as another arrow flies past.
We hurl ourselves at the Vixens, I sway from the path of a spear as it's thrust at me and slash at its owner. She falls, cut from shoulder to hip, and I step into the gap I've made. The scene is repeated along the battle-line, the tribes mingling one person at a time, and an eager cry bursts forth as I kill my second Vixen of the battle. It is the goddess' will that her tribes fight, that we die and are reborn in her glorious cycle, and every swipe of a blade or release of an arrow is an act of devotion. My shouted prayer is lost in the din of battle, a third Vixen dies to my sword, and then I myself die.
Vixens surround me, have isolated me from my sisters, and I can't avoid the blades shoved into me, They plunge into my barely-covered torso, one lances through my throat, and I spasm in the second after they're withdrawn. I still manage to put down one of my killers, a curvy brunette I'd have loved to have known in other circumstances, as life rapidly leaves me and we end up clutching at each other as we collapse. Her face starts to change, morphs to be the goddess', and an orgasmic wave of pleasure blows my mind as I'm welcomed into her realm.
It seems like forever and yet no time at all before I open my eyes, before I start a new life. I'm in a shallow cave on the slopes of the mountain at the center of the island we all call home. I shake my head, there's a pang of sorrow as if I've lost something important when I step from the cave, and begin navigating my way down to where a group of people are gathering, snatching up the sword near the cave mouth. A tattooed woman, one of the honoured priestesses, is at the heart of the congregation and I can see the goddess behind her smile as she gestures for me to join.
I stand next to a curvy brunette, I feel like I know her, and hear the goddess' whisperings on the wind as the priestess points towards the south-east, naming us the Panthers and commanding us to carve out a territory to call our own. As one we set off, quickly forming into a tribe and establishing a hierarchy. I stick close to the curvy brunette, after a while leaning against her, and both of us shiver as I rise onto my toes, seductively whisper into her ear.
"I'm Selene."
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