Re: The Emathiapania (The Motherhood of Pania) 5/5
anonymous
January 10 2013, 10:23:00 UTC
When the time came that the people of the village would return, Janiri of the midday sun, hung a wreath of flowers about her lover’s head, and bid Pania farewell, until next season, should her eldest sister see fit that it be brought to past. The mother of shoots brought Pania’s lips to her own, drinking deeply the many-splendored matron’s beauty, and declared:
“Pania, so long as my eldest sister wills it, I shall not bring another drought upon the land, so the asari may grow numerous and strong.”
And when they embraced one another that night, Pania wrote upon herself all the ardor and devotion she carried for the harvest goddess. In the morning they parted, and great and terrible Janiri returned to her mountains.
As Pania journeyed back to the village, she came across a manal--who believe themselves to be asari--called Vylius. She rose up on her hind legs, and stood before great Pania, haughty and unashamed.
Now, Vylius was the craftiest of all the forest creatures, for she, more than any other of her kind, desired to be one of the people. She coveted great Pania, and had conceived of a plan to seduce her.
“I have heard your song, Pania. Alas, the desert toad has an equally lovely voice. The turner of seasons must have been in the mountains for sometime.”
“Who are you?” The matron asked.
“I am Vylius the cunning. Until now, you have been visited only by those divinities who have taken pity on you. But fear not Pania. Come, embrace me, and I will give you a daughter who will be the envy of the goddesses themselves.”
“Begone foul creature! I will not suffer your insults!” Mighty Pania roared, “I am Paina, many-splendored, beloved of my people, mother of Tevura’s best loved daughter--even now I carry the child of great Janiri in my belly. I have known no equal among mortals, and have faced every trial by my wits or strength. I need no one’s affections to know my worth.”
Upon hearing that her trick had not succeeded, Vylius slinked away from the many-splendored matron, muttering to herself and vowing that, one day, she would have great Pania for her own.
So it was that lovely Pania birthed her second great daughter. She named her Sabattu, and when she cried, her voice pealed like thunder--for her father was storm-bringer. And in the years that followed, she and her elder sister Kelkedah grew strong and adventurous, much to their mother’s pride and consternation.
Re: The Emathiapania (The Motherhood of Pania) 5/5
anonymous
January 10 2013, 16:55:27 UTC
Yes! I loved the continuation of Pania's tale. You certainly have a knack for capturing the voice of an ancient text. I'm unfamiliar with the Mahabharata, but this reads a bit like the Old Testament mixed with a nice dose of Greek mythology (in perfect combination). I, for one, would love to read more :)
Re: The Emathiapania (The Motherhood of Pania) 5/5
anonymous
January 12 2013, 07:04:06 UTC
I only just checked in on this to find there was more and I'm absolutely thrilled- beautiful stuff! You have such a damn nice voice for this kind of storytelling and I buy it completely ^^
Re: The Emathiapania (The Motherhood of Pania) 5/5
anonymous
February 18 2013, 21:26:48 UTC
Dang... this was awesome... and this makes me want to write something about the past of the Quarians.
Scrolls of the Ancestors? Hm... though, the only thing that comes to mind would it being a record. Ya know, the long and winding lists of ancestors... I'm all for ideas.
Umm, holy shit. Uhh, I leave the scene for a bit and get a million awesome responses.
First off, thank you all. Like I said, I hadn't been here in a while, and now I've apparently been nominated for best prompt which is sorta awesome (you like me, you really like me).
I definitely pulled major inspiration from everywhere--this is a smorgasbord of homages and references to classical religious texts and Greek epic poetry. The Enuma Elish, the Tanakh, the Rig Veda, and the Aeneid, just name a few (though the line "court the yoke and bow the neck" is lifted from pretty much word for word from, you'll never believe this, a 1713 play Cato, by Joseph Addison)
Much of the structure is inspired by the Mahabharata--the five Pandavas born of different Gods in a struggle to regain the throne they lost by their own hubris. Their conflict with each other and their dharma. The perception of the AY villainess who's story would parallel Karna's in many ways--we pity her as much a we hate her, screwed by fate and caught between following the moral code of society and that of God. And all that jazz.
Seriously, I think what I really want is to inspire people to go and check out the Mahabharata--it stands on its own as a literary work, no never mind its cultural and religious importance to like over 10% of the human population.
Scrolls of the Ancestors? Umm, YES PLEASE AND THANK YOU. Especially since the Nevi'im (we can all just agree that the quarians are Space Jews--that's not a surprise to anyone, right?) is just FILLED with "...and so and so begat so and so" and so on and so forth, ad nausea. Throw in some dietary laws from Tumblr's resident quarian meta expert Reegar and I will make fannish ME love to you.
Lastly, someone asked for a link to my other project...I have to admit I was kinda on the fence about sharing here, cause I've almost gotten to the point where I'm gonna abandon it entirely. It...needs to undergo a rewrite, badly. The prose is just not very good. Here's the link, but don't say I didn't warn you --> http://archiveofourown.org/works/441550
“Pania, so long as my eldest sister wills it, I shall not bring another drought upon the land, so the asari may grow numerous and strong.”
And when they embraced one another that night, Pania wrote upon herself all the ardor and devotion she carried for the harvest goddess. In the morning they parted, and great and terrible Janiri returned to her mountains.
As Pania journeyed back to the village, she came across a manal--who believe themselves to be asari--called Vylius. She rose up on her hind legs, and stood before great Pania, haughty and unashamed.
Now, Vylius was the craftiest of all the forest creatures, for she, more than any other of her kind, desired to be one of the people. She coveted great Pania, and had conceived of a plan to seduce her.
“I have heard your song, Pania. Alas, the desert toad has an equally lovely voice. The turner of seasons must have been in the mountains for sometime.”
“Who are you?” The matron asked.
“I am Vylius the cunning. Until now, you have been visited only by those divinities who have taken pity on you. But fear not Pania. Come, embrace me, and I will give you a daughter who will be the envy of the goddesses themselves.”
“Begone foul creature! I will not suffer your insults!” Mighty Pania roared, “I am Paina, many-splendored, beloved of my people, mother of Tevura’s best loved daughter--even now I carry the child of great Janiri in my belly. I have known no equal among mortals, and have faced every trial by my wits or strength. I need no one’s affections to know my worth.”
Upon hearing that her trick had not succeeded, Vylius slinked away from the many-splendored matron, muttering to herself and vowing that, one day, she would have great Pania for her own.
So it was that lovely Pania birthed her second great daughter. She named her Sabattu, and when she cried, her voice pealed like thunder--for her father was storm-bringer. And in the years that followed, she and her elder sister Kelkedah grew strong and adventurous, much to their mother’s pride and consternation.
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It reads just like a history tale. Please, oh please, write more.
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Scrolls of the Ancestors? Hm... though, the only thing that comes to mind would it being a record. Ya know, the long and winding lists of ancestors... I'm all for ideas.
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First off, thank you all. Like I said, I hadn't been here in a while, and now I've apparently been nominated for best prompt which is sorta awesome (you like me, you really like me).
I definitely pulled major inspiration from everywhere--this is a smorgasbord of homages and references to classical religious texts and Greek epic poetry. The Enuma Elish, the Tanakh, the Rig Veda, and the Aeneid, just name a few (though the line "court the yoke and bow the neck" is lifted from pretty much word for word from, you'll never believe this, a 1713 play Cato, by Joseph Addison)
Much of the structure is inspired by the Mahabharata--the five Pandavas born of different Gods in a struggle to regain the throne they lost by their own hubris. Their conflict with each other and their dharma. The perception of the AY villainess who's story would parallel Karna's in many ways--we pity her as much a we hate her, screwed by fate and caught between following the moral code of society and that of God. And all that jazz.
Seriously, I think what I really want is to inspire people to go and check out the Mahabharata--it stands on its own as a literary work, no never mind its cultural and religious importance to like over 10% of the human population.
Scrolls of the Ancestors? Umm, YES PLEASE AND THANK YOU. Especially since the Nevi'im (we can all just agree that the quarians are Space Jews--that's not a surprise to anyone, right?) is just FILLED with "...and so and so begat so and so" and so on and so forth, ad nausea. Throw in some dietary laws from Tumblr's resident quarian meta expert Reegar and I will make fannish ME love to you.
Lastly, someone asked for a link to my other project...I have to admit I was kinda on the fence about sharing here, cause I've almost gotten to the point where I'm gonna abandon it entirely. It...needs to undergo a rewrite, badly. The prose is just not very good. Here's the link, but don't say I didn't warn you --> http://archiveofourown.org/works/441550
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