Post by Senbecc on Apr 18, 2006 1:11:50 GMT -5
As was covered in the introduction Anog Ite (Double-Face Woman) Originally Ite, daughter of Skan and wife of Tate. ... The entity is double-faced, showing joy and beauty on one side, and the other one of discord, and terrible ugliness. Sentenced to this punishment for attempting to relpace Hanwi of the moon, created by Wi to accompany him.
Ite, is a woman both of two faces, and of two spirits, and is a "patroness" of women and/lesbien women who do not follow the normalities of social behaivior. She is the double face woman dreamer.
Upon seeing an eagle snatch one of the small birds from a tree where "Small bird" rested and seeing it as an omen of death from Wambli, the spirit of the eagle...The story continues"
"The children skidded to a stop when a woman came around a huge boulder. Leaning heavily on a thick stick, she hobbled over the rocky ground. She wore a long shapeless dress with no decoration. Not even a simple row of colorful quilling adorned the yoke. No row of swinging fringe had been added to soften the plainness of her garment. A long length of softened deerskin covered her head and hid her face. In her free hand, she clutched the edges of a wide strip of leather that encircled twigs and sticks.
After a moments hesitation, three of the boys ran in circles around the old woman, taunting her. One youngster picked up a rock. "Show us your face, old woman," he shouted.
Small Bird gasped at the rude display of the boys from her tribe. The two from Swift-Foot's tribe were silently backing away from their new friends. Ashamed of their behavior, Small Bird rushed forward. Lone Warrior followed.
"Enough!" she said. Engrossed in their cruel game, the boys didn't hear her. Without warning, one boy leapt forward and snatched the woman's head covering from her head.
Startled, the woman whirled around and tried to take it back. The stick fell from her hand and she lost her balance. Her lame foot buckled beneath her and she fell with a cry. Staring down at the woman, the three boys froze in horror.
"Anog-Ite!"
"Anog-Ite!"
"Double-Faced Woman!"
Small Bird hurried to help the woman regain her feet but when she saw the woman's profile, she froze and stared down at the woman in wonder. She'd always thought her cousin Moon Fire to be the most beautiful woman among them, but this woman's face held an ethereal beauty she'd never before seen. Small Bird heard the gasp from her brother.
His jaw had dropped. He stared at the woman as if unable to believe the beauty before him. Rolling her eyes, Small Bird returned her attention to the shaking woman. She bent down.
Are you hurt?" she asked. She reached out to take the woman by the arm and help her up.
Startled, the woman pulled her arm away and tried to scoot away. "No! You must not touch me!" She cried out in pain when a sharp rock cut her palm. Small Bird frowned. The backs of her hands were scarred. The young woman fell back with a hiss of pain.
Small Bird couldn't help her own escaping hiss of horror. While one half of the woman's face was a study of perfection, the other had been ravaged by puckered scars and was grotesquely misshapen. The woman rolled, using her hands to hid her face.
Lone Warrior stumbled back. "Anog-Ite," he whispered."
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Ite, is a woman both of two faces, and of two spirits, and is a "patroness" of women and/lesbien women who do not follow the normalities of social behaivior. She is the double face woman dreamer.
Upon seeing an eagle snatch one of the small birds from a tree where "Small bird" rested and seeing it as an omen of death from Wambli, the spirit of the eagle...The story continues"
"The children skidded to a stop when a woman came around a huge boulder. Leaning heavily on a thick stick, she hobbled over the rocky ground. She wore a long shapeless dress with no decoration. Not even a simple row of colorful quilling adorned the yoke. No row of swinging fringe had been added to soften the plainness of her garment. A long length of softened deerskin covered her head and hid her face. In her free hand, she clutched the edges of a wide strip of leather that encircled twigs and sticks.
After a moments hesitation, three of the boys ran in circles around the old woman, taunting her. One youngster picked up a rock. "Show us your face, old woman," he shouted.
Small Bird gasped at the rude display of the boys from her tribe. The two from Swift-Foot's tribe were silently backing away from their new friends. Ashamed of their behavior, Small Bird rushed forward. Lone Warrior followed.
"Enough!" she said. Engrossed in their cruel game, the boys didn't hear her. Without warning, one boy leapt forward and snatched the woman's head covering from her head.
Startled, the woman whirled around and tried to take it back. The stick fell from her hand and she lost her balance. Her lame foot buckled beneath her and she fell with a cry. Staring down at the woman, the three boys froze in horror.
"Anog-Ite!"
"Anog-Ite!"
"Double-Faced Woman!"
Small Bird hurried to help the woman regain her feet but when she saw the woman's profile, she froze and stared down at the woman in wonder. She'd always thought her cousin Moon Fire to be the most beautiful woman among them, but this woman's face held an ethereal beauty she'd never before seen. Small Bird heard the gasp from her brother.
His jaw had dropped. He stared at the woman as if unable to believe the beauty before him. Rolling her eyes, Small Bird returned her attention to the shaking woman. She bent down.
Are you hurt?" she asked. She reached out to take the woman by the arm and help her up.
Startled, the woman pulled her arm away and tried to scoot away. "No! You must not touch me!" She cried out in pain when a sharp rock cut her palm. Small Bird frowned. The backs of her hands were scarred. The young woman fell back with a hiss of pain.
Small Bird couldn't help her own escaping hiss of horror. While one half of the woman's face was a study of perfection, the other had been ravaged by puckered scars and was grotesquely misshapen. The woman rolled, using her hands to hid her face.
Lone Warrior stumbled back. "Anog-Ite," he whispered."
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