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Day 1.

I am Anakha of this Varissai village. I am writing this as a boy of one of the Varissai. I am black with yellow and blue stripes, as you can compare with the facsimile down below. Some say that I look like the raptors they tame. In fact my tribe does, of all the races of the scale. Black with yellow, green, and blue stripes. I want to tell you that my family and I were forced to move to this location. However, I am having a bit of a problem.

I've been recently dreaming that I am in the arms of a male of one of the races of the Hair. I am only sixteen years of age, almost considered a man, yet I am having strange dreams of a nature I don't understand. Those of the hair are considered to be prey. But yet, as I consistently dream, I dream that I am in the arms of one of these. Every time I wake up my organ comes out of it's sheeth and I have a release. What am I?

Day 2

I had an encounter with one of the boys on a hunting trip. Hunting trips are good for us, the elders say. Yet, we are there for our spiritual development. However, I felt attracted to one of the boys and presented myself for a game. The game was to see who would get their organs out first. Unfortunately I was the first, so I lost. So I had to stroke it until I came. When I came I shot across the tent. Some of the boys laughed in admiration, and others were afraid of how far I could shoot and how hard I could get. None of the boys would sleep with me and again I felt to be in the arms of a male of one of the races of the hair. With all that is going on with me, I wish someone would explain these dreams I've been having. Or allow me to talk through them.

Day 10.

I sat down with a female, in hopes that I would find her pleasing enough to take her as a mate. The girl I sat down with is only three years younger. Her parents did their best to get her ready, but it's to no avail. I found talking to her to be boring. However, she did present her slit to me and taught me how to rub it to make her feel good. I rubbed it dutifully and I made her scream out in pleasure. She then gripped me, and told me she'd never been so loved. However, I wish I could say strongly the same. I wish I could make my spear and catch a hairy horned hoofed one and bring it to her so I could marry. But there is absolutely no strength of love between me and this girl. What is going on with me? I should be jumping at the chance to mate with her with abandon, but I feel I should be with the one from the races of the hair. I wish I knew someone with the same feelings who was older than me. I wish someone would tell me how to behave.

Day 13

It's been five days since my father and the other elders went up to meet with the Cassandrians. The Cassandrians are of one of the races of the hair. The warriors did return, though, with a marginal victory against the Cassandrians and brought back a few of them. They had hair on their heads but were mostly naked. All male. Most of them became slaves, but a few were kept as prisoners. Curious, I approached one with his food and he began to teach me his language and his ways. We did this in secret, but he is not the one I need to be with. This feels so wrong, yet it feels right. Why doesn't anyone ever tell me any boundaries between the Vassarai and the races of the hair?