《the History of the Corvus Republic》 Prologue
"Seeing my Chief, the mightiest of warriors, kneel before me fills me with an intoxicating power. His head rests on my lap, his sharp beak brushing against the silken fabric of my robes. Each time his wings fold tightly to his back in a silent display of humility, my heart swells with a mixture of pride and desire. This fearsome leader, the terror of rival tribes, bows not to gods nor foes¡ªbut to me. ''My Chief... a mighty warrior in the field... but a good little boy for me~,'' I said to him, making him whine with much need. His gaze, dark and intense, rises to meet mine. There is no fear in his eyes, only the flicker of a longing that he dares not voice. It is I who command, I who wield the power to grant him the solace he craves. ''You tremble,'' I tease, leaning closer, my breath warm against his ear. ''Do you tremble in battle, my mighty Chief?'' ''Never,'' he whispers hoarsely. ''Only for you, Tylia.'' I chuckle, a low, velvety sound, and press a hand to his chest, feeling the steady drum of his heart beneath my palm. ''Good. Let the world see you as the invincible warrior. But here, in my nest, you are mine to shape and command.''..."If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.This excerpt underscores the cultural significance of Concubines within Corvun society, revealing themes of trust and vulnerability. Chiefs, burdened by constant warfare and political intrigue, found solace in these bonds. Historians theorize that Concubines¡¯ influence stemmed not only from their beauty and cunning but also from their unique fertility. Referred to as the "super fertile" gene, this trait made Concubines highly prized as bearers of lineage, possibly tied to the myth of ¦Ï ¦Õ¦Ñ¦Ï¦Í¦Ó¦É¦Ò¦Ó?? ("The Caregiver"), the Corvun Goddess of Birth. The goddess is said to have bestowed upon Concubines the divine gift of unending fertility, further solidifying their revered status. A passage from Chief Orvas sheds light on this dynamic:
"I have conquered tribes, felled rival Chiefs, and carved my name into the annals of Corvun history with blood and fire. Yet for all the glory, my days are burdened by unending violence... But then, I return to her. In her presence, I am not Orvas the Conqueror, not the Chief feared by nations. I am simply Orvas, a soul in need of solace. When she bids me kneel, the crushing weight of command slips from my shoulders... Her touch reminds me that I am more than the blood on my talons or the screams that echo in my dreams... My power is forged in the fires of her love, her dominance a reflection of her care. I would face a thousand battles for her embrace, for in her arms, I am not a Chief. I am simply a Corvun who dares to rest."Such accounts highlight the duality of strength and submission, where submission was not a mark of weakness but of trust and reprieve¡ªa rare gift in a society forged in conflict. Page 7: A Chief''s Court The court of a Corvun Chief was a chaotic yet vital institution, often perched within the tallest trees of ancient Corvunia. These sprawling nests, typically constructed of dark oak branches and adorned with the feathers of fallen enemies, served as centers of governance and intrigue. A Chief''s court consisted of several key figures:
"The Beakless things still wander around the harsh grounds of Corvunia, seemingly unafraid of the beasts that lurk in its shadows. Some of them have strange things that dig into the ground, as if fishing for worms. The other Beakless stand nearby, holding peculiar weapons and wearing black uniforms adorned with a repeating symbol."Kaelus also included a sketch of the emblem, which read "UNITED SYSTEMS ARMY" alongside the flag of the United States of America.
"I tried walking up to the Beakless things to ask what they were doing and why they fished the ground. They did not speak our tongue, but one of them used a strange device that allowed it to speak in my language, though awkwardly. It said, ''We are drilling to collect exotic gas, primitive.'' I felt great offense at being called ''primitive'' by these Beakless ground-fishers. I left, fearing their strange tools might harm me, and reported my findings to the chiefs of the city-states. They needed to know of these strange beings and their actions."This passage captures one of the earliest encounters between the Corvun and the US colonists, who likely represented a mining crew guarded by the United Systems Army. However, these interactions, fraught with misunderstandings and cultural clashes, foreshadowed greater conflicts to come.