Origin of the Paradoxial Bear
Gather round my friends and hear a tale that was passed down from my father to me and from me to the nation of people known as the Haida, those people that were where before the white man came and destroyed my father and his people! Ah, I let my rage loose and gave away some of the tale. Forgive me and listen to that which is truth but has been denied as fiction.......
As it happened my mother was one known among her people as Storm Daughter, a woman whose beauty and wrath were both gorgeous and terrible to behold. She was one of the few Haida women in the village of Kiusta that knew of medicine and was the only one not honor-bound to any man. It was her beauty that brought them and her rage that turned them away. No man it seemed would tame the Storm Daughter.
Now among the Haida people they worship a powerful strength totem, Kaiti, a powerful bear spirit. It was he, whom Storm Daughter caught the attention of. He had bestowed the power within her from birth to best any man. Now it seemed that no man would have her for her gift.
It is also known that Kaiti had a jealous wife named Dzalarhons, a goddess of volcanoes whose totem beast is the frog. Dzalarhons saw that her husband's eye was turned away from her to this Storm Daughter, the one whom carried a bear's strength and a volcanoes wrath. She, a mere mortal that was granted strength from the great spirits, had begun to pull at his heart strings as if they were a simple bow!
It was unfortunate that Storm Daughter did not recognize that she was drawing both lust and ire from the great spirits, for in the end it would have saved many lives and averted doom.
I am getting a head of myself again, forgive me. Let me tell you of the meeting...
It was one day, while strolling along the forested cliffs that Storm Daughter came upon a man. He seemed to be injured. She turned his body over and saw a bear of a man. No man in her village had such hair covering his body, had she not seen his sun baked skin she would have mistaken him for a bear. It was odd; he wore a loincloth of a rich red, as if of spilt blood, she knew of no other tribes nearby and none that used that color. All those had been, were either slaves or slaughtered. Could he be an enemy brave? Should she slay him? The wild look about him brought a powerful hunger from deep in her loins, but it was his strangeness that raised her wrath. What was she to do?
Suddenly the man began stirring, she watched as he opened his eyes. They seemed to hold the dark power of the thunderstorm in them and the brown of good earth. This raised her desire to a burning need. No man touched her, and she herself swore that a man would be the first to touch her. She made a decision there, she tore away the hide dress she was wearing and bore herself to the man. For the first time Storm Daughter had made herself vulnerable, though it stemmed from pure lust.
The man rose and with the lumbering step of an old bear, he sauntered over to her. He came close to her and spoke. "Storm Daughter, you of all women have entranced me. I, Kaiti, have come for you."
Storm Daughter stared at the man, how dare he call himself Kaiti, the bear spirit of strength! Soon her rage was building; she desired to kill this man! With no weapons, or even sharp tools nearby, Storm Daughter did the only thing she could think of... she attacked him naked and clawing with a fury to scare a wolverine.
Kaiti was ready; he let his loincloth free and prepared to fight her. He would beat her as a wild animal subdues it mate and have his way with her!
Both clashed in a fury, Storm Daughter scratching at his eyes and genitals, and Kaiti blocking each attack. Soon both were hand locked, trying to force the other to the ground. It was then that Kaiti let Storm Daughter glimpse him for his true self. He dropped the illusion of a hair covered man and let her see she was wrestling against the bear himself! Storm Daughter gasped as she realized her folly, but it was too late. Kaiti had pinned her to the ground and began grinding himself against her nude body.
Storm Daughter began to let the storm within control her actions, she bucked and rubbed against the expanding member, she desired it. She knew only it could calm her storm, but she wouldn't go quietly.
Kaiti, still pinning Storm Daughter to the ground, began to trace her body with his ursine tongue. The rage-heat given off from her body, mixed with her desire, flooded his mind. He had to take her.
She reeled from the tongue that traced her small breasts; it felt life lightning striking her very core. Storm Daughter knew that this was only the thunder before the storm truly began. She thrashed to test the spirits strength, foolish as it may be, she needed to be controlled, no contained!
The bear spirit felt the trashing and laughed quietly to himself, a warrior to the end, but it must end. Slowly, Kaiti positioned his impressive ursine member between her thighs, aiming towards the fertile fields of her love. He guided the tulip-tip of his rod to her lips and began to spread them wide.
Storm Daughter gasped as the huge, virile member entered her folds. The large head was beyond anything she could have imagined! Soon she felt it immediately drop to a smaller size, though she could feel the tip opening her. Suddenly thunder struck!
Kaiti soon realized she was a virgin. He knew she lay with no man but she had never brought herself pleasure! He knew to tame the storm one must be brutal, and in one thrust he broke her barrier.
As the pain ebbed away, Storm Daughter realized she was consummating a relationship that never was and that would never be. This thought was removed quickly as she felt the rumble of thunder through her body, every inch was on fire, and she was alive as never before.
He felt her clench on him, her velvety lining gripping his shaft and pulling him deeper. Soon he felt her true opening, the gate to the rich lands, the place to plant seed.
She soon felt him upon her even more; the sack that held his essence was beating against her with every strike. She moaned as she felt it strike her lower folds. She had given herself entirely to him, no storm could weather this!
Kaiti felt her clenching faster, he knew that he had to release his essence into her, claim her as his. He picked up pace and began to strike against the barrier. Soon he would claim her.
The speed was making her body feel aflame, no more could she handles this, nothing could. With a mighty scream she felt herself become one with him.
The grip was tight and he could hold it no longer, he thrust one last time, ensuring he was against her gate and released his seed into her fertile womb. Singing in the voice all spirits are gifted, he sang of children and power. Might and strength, wisdom and honor, death and life.
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Storm Daughter, awoke with a start. She found herself lying in her own home, her body ached but she could not see the spirit who lay with her last night. The only thing was the bear fur she slept upon, no animal, no man, just the darkness and herself. Maybe it was a dream, but deep inside she knew it couldn't have been. Carefully she slid her hand along her body. She felt her folds; they ached, burned and were wet. She brought her hand up and slid open her tent flap. In the moonlight she could see the glistening white of a man. It hadn't been a dream, she had been bed by a great spirit and from now on she would be the calm after the storm.
Meanwhile the love that was consummated was witnessed all along by a great trickster, Yelth, the raven spirit. He knew what trouble it would bring from Dzalarhons if she found the truth. Yes, good fun would be had from the "incident".
As you would expect from a goddess of volcanoes, Dzalarhons exploded in wrath. Not at her husband but at Storm Daughter, the woman who beguiled him away from her. The woman must die, this would solve all problems. Dzalarhons watched the woman carefully, Kaiti, like most, knew nothing of the wrath building in Dzalarhons.
It was three month later, after everyone in the village had notice the calmness of Storm Daughter, which Dzalarhons decided to make her move. Everything was planned out carefully; she would wait and kill the woman.
At this time Ta'xet, spirit of violent death, came to Kaiti asking if her knew where his wife was. Immediately Kaiti knew what was occurring as Ta'xet began to shimmer away, as when a violent death is in need of witnessing.
Dzalarhons waited until it was a day when Storm Daughter needed fresh healing herbs, for the woman would enter the forest far away from her village. There she waited in a holly bush and as Storm Daughter walked by she pounced killing her in one blow.
Kaiti appeared but it was too late. The blood of Storm Daughter lay on the ground and the child in her womb was slipping away. Tia, goddess of peaceful death, was there to collect the child. For the child was going to die in his sleep. Kaiti couldn't help but call upon the Great Spirit, the Great Father of All, and plea for his son's life. The Great Spirit answered that only with a willing carrier would the child live. Dzalarhons swore she would never carry the child, Ta'xet and Tia only gather souls, so Kaiti asked to carry the child himself. The Great Spirit knew this would not be acceptable, he then turned Kaiti into a female grizzly and placed the child in his new womb. When the child was born Kaiti would die as a mortal and would rejoin the spirits, the child was indeed almost dead before life was restored, the son would die, live or become a spirit himself.
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The remaining six months flew by with the speed of the north wind and it became the day of life, death and rebirth. Tia claimed she would cull Kaiti's near life, but Dzalarhons had other plans.
When Kaiti began to have contractions, he felt life slipping away. He pushed with all his strength and felt the child begin to exit his body into the world. Suddenly Kaiti saw, Ta'xet and knew his "life" was end, as Dzalarhons came down with her mighty hatchet taking the bears head off. Kaiti was immediately released, wailing that his son would never be born. Little did either realize was that when the bear body Kaiti once inhabited slumped to the ground, the child was dislodged and delivered into the world. Neither parents are alive at his birth, one being spirit already, he was a confusion of nature. Neither living nor dead, flesh nor spirit, human nor animal, he was a Paradox.
And so my friends now you know the tale of my birth, this is why my name is Heitei for it means Paradox in my native tongue. For simple reasons though, since no one pronounces it correctly I use a new age name that is similar to our old tongue furrethiabartes meaning "He without Judgment" or in your tongue 'furrybate'.