From: Gary Donovan
Newsgroups: soc.motss
Subject: Red Dawn--Part 1 (Was Re: World's First Known Bottom Found in Alps)
Date: 13 Sep 92 07:21:51 GMT
Article-I.D.: spdcc.1992Sep14.035619.28010
Organization: Neanderthals 'R Us

Part One

Otztal Valley, ITALY -- The mainstream media reported widely on
"Otzi", the 5,477-year-old Stone Age man found mummified in a melting
glacier high in the Italian Tyrolean Alps.  The U.S. media did not,
however, share a gripping detail that was reported in Italy, Austria,
Switzerland and elsewhere: there was sperm in Otzi's anal canal.
Archaeologists have made various speculations as to the exact nature
of their find, but no serious conclusions have been made....


Bitter Ice Age winds seared the brooding granite cliffs of an area
that will in some day be called northern Italy.  It was a time that
had changed the face of the European continent and it was a time that
challenged the very existence of mankind still very much in its
infancy as a developing race.  Upon this forboding tableau our story
unfolds.

Gray Wolf and Red Dawn had just discharged one of the greatest
hunting kills of their lives.  A young woolly mammoth buck lay
mortally wounded on the valley floor with a spreading scarlet stain 
on its chest. Spewing forth a cloud of pink froth from its mouth, the
once mighty animal sighed its last breath.  Red Dawn's and Gray
Wolf's spears jutted proudly into the air together as a testament to
their hunting prowess.  

Seeing this sight always brought chills to Red Dawn.  He recalled the
thrill of the hunt with its burst of adrenaline as two mighty hunters
surprised their intended prey. There were the aching moments of
tension as the two dark spears were released. Finally, there was the
pure emotional release of seeing the deadly weapons striking
perfectly and burying the sharp tips of flint deep into the furry
flesh. Truly, this could only be described the epitome of manhood. 
But, today there was no tribal  gathering immediately available to
share this experience.  A flush of emotion gripped his body and froze
him to the ground.  Ever so slowly  a wave of warmth enveloped him
and centered into Red Dawn's loins.

Gray Wolf had noticed with many hunts in the past that his friend
would always stand transfixed over the kill.  Something magical
seemed to pass from the dying victim to the hunter and Red Dawn
always appeared to draw from an unseen strength at these moments.  In
times past, the moment would be broken by a low gutteral growl from
Red Dawn.  This would slowly roil around the back of his throat and
build with pitch and volume until the sky was shattered by an
earth-shaking howl emitting forth from his upturned head.  At this
time Gray Wolf noticed something different.  There was no growl and
no speaking to the sky.  Looking up he saw Red Dawn gazing at him
with an expression that he'd never seen before.

Red Dawn came walking over to him with his animal hide and fur robe
sweeping about his muscular frame in the cold Tyrolean wind.  Gray
Wolf couldn't but help noticing that his friend had a different air
about him than usual.  Red Dawn stopped and for an instant his
flapping robes stilled.  Gray Wolf quickly noticed a growing ardor
about his friend in that moment, and Red Dawn shot him an odd glance. 
The sun was setting with Red Dawn's profile being outlined.  Glinting
with sweat from the hunt, one couldn't help but notice the full arms
of his friend covered with hair that lay in coiled clumps.  Those
arms hung down at his sides somehow drawing attention to his face.  A
thick full beard covered his visage with long brown hair curling
about a set of warm, steely blue eyes.  Red Dawn reached out toward
him. There was something about his friends expression that Gray Wolf
couldn't figure out.  It was warm,  but determined; threatening, but
friendly.  

Gray Wolf was a younger member of the tribe and had only begun
hunting with Red Dawn this past spring.  He had heard that Red Dawn
was an excellent hunter, but always hunted alone. It was with great
surprise that Red Dawn asked him during the end of last winter's thaw
to become his hunting partner.  He had said he had noticed a great
hunting skill that was growing, but it was still a little rough. 
Admitting that he wasn't getting any younger, he was looking for a
younger man to pass on his skills.  For the next four months they
hunted together and would only join the tribal group with the spoils
of their activity.  There would be the usual story-telling around the
fire in the evening and by the following morning they were off again.

Gray Wolf's admiration of this distant hunter grew to one of
friendship and he worked very hard to gain Red Dawn's appreciation. 
In time they became close friends and Gray Wolf developed into a
remarkable hunter in his own right due in part to the mix of gentle,
but firm teaching.  Today's kill was a culmination of all that he had
learned from his mentor.  But, again there was something different
from his friend.  He had glimpsed this look before, and it usually 
meant that there was a lesson to be taught.  But, there was a strong
determination to the look and the stride.

Red Dawn drew close to his pupil who had been gathering up the tools
of the hunt.  He had noticed a young hunter last winter coming up in
the ranks of the tribe.  There was skill, but it needed further
refinement.  So, Red Dawn consulted with the leader of the tribe for
counsel and blessing.  Red Dawn realized that it was at the same time
in his own life that he had been asked to become the hunting partner
of the tribe's best hunter at that time, Night Moon.  Realizing the
magnitude of the request, a blessing was given without a moments
hesitation.  Gray Wolf had been selected by a force stronger than
even the tribal leadership.  So, it was done.

Thinking back to his younger days, Red Dawn remembered when he had
been so honored.  This acknowledgement meant that he was to become
the one to carry on the skills of the lead hunter.  Truly, other men
of the tribe were reasonably skilled in stalking and ambushing
smaller prey, but for the people of this group there was always one
who stood alone as being the best and most daring.  Many seasons
changed before Night Moon's passing, and he had learned many things
about the hunt and its inherent spirituality.  Red Dawn also learned
that there was an ongoing cycle amongst the leading hunters of the
tribe.  Each would take on one apprentice in their lifetime and pass
on to them all of the mysteries of their craft.

Their power over nature and their prey rivaled that of the shamen
who tended to the cowering and the weak.  Night Moon told Red Dawn
that in time he would know when to choose a successor,  and that he
would pick on the strongest of the young men of the tribe.  There
would also be another sign of who showed the fullest sign of manhood. 
At the time of the choosing, he who grew the first beard would be the
one.

And so it came to pass, that Red Dawn chose Gray Wolf as his student
who would be taught all of his secrets.  And also he was to impart
the one truest piece of knowledge.  To be the strongest and the best,
he had to give up everything else and become a solitary individual. 
Gaining interest in the softer parts of life would steal his strength
to kill and he would lose his way, never to be able to truly speak to
the animals before they died.  He would lose the ability to assist
the passage of the dying prey's soul to that other, greater place
where he would himself join them in due time.

Gray Wolf was a quick student, and Red Dawn knew he had made the
right choice.  Gray Wolf could create the sharpest spear points,
quietly stalk the most difficult prey, growing to become the true
spiritual hunter that he had himself become a generation before. 
Today was the ultimate challenge.  Today they had killed a young male
mammoth.  No greater victory could be obtained in the life of the
hunter/mystic. Gray Wolf had succeeded as Red Dawn knew he would just
as Red Dawn had accepted and met the same challenge from Night Moon. 
The circle was almost complete.  Red Dawn had one more lesson to
share before Gray Wolf could ultimately take his place.  That would
be the sharing of manhood, the sharing of strength in such a way that
would never diminish the power to commune with the hunted.  He looked
at Gray Wolf and knew that the time had come.

Red Dawn gently reached over to Gray Wolf and took the spears from
his hands and laid them to the ground.  Puzzled, he looked up at his
trusted teacher and friend.  Red Dawn gazed down at his young charge
and couldn't help but to notice the flashing green eyes forming a
a question which was set off by a young, but full black beard.  Red
Dawn reached out and passed his hand inside the warmth of Gray Wolf's
robes.  Gray Wolf felt the cold chill of his friend's grip warming
up in the area of his own manhood.  Startled, he looked up, but saw
a warm, glowing smile spreading on his friends mouth.  A strange
warmth filled him at this moment, not unlike the times he had taken
his manhood into his own hands.  And like those times alone there was
the same rising in his physical being.

Impressed by the magnitude of his young friend, Red Dawn pulled his
hand back and gently took Gray Wolf's.  Parting his robe, Red Dawn
placed Gray Wolf's hand onto his own fully erect manhood.  At first
there was some hesitance, but as soon as he felt the touch of the
other man's hand on him he relaxed his grip, closed his eyes and
released a pleasurable sigh.  Seeing that this action pleased his
teacher, Gray Wolf reached out with his other hand to firmly grasp
around this mighty tool.  He couldn't help noticing that even with
both hands placed around his friend, there was still some warm,
hooded flesh reaching out above his encircled finger and thumb.

Looking around, Red Dawn became quickly aware that nightfall was
rapidly looming about them.  Both could see that they did not have
enough light to start preparing their prey for transport back to
their encampment.  Other things could wait, for leaving the still
warm carcass to be completely devoured by any wandering carnivore
would be wasteful.  Too late, though, in starting out with this task,
and it became clear that they would have to spend the night out in
the open.  Fortunately, they were not without some of their basic
supplies and wood was close at hand.

A fire was quickly made on the leeward side of the mammoth's great
bulk which improved their lot considerably.  Although they had been
hunting throughout the summer, the fall was growing quickly upon them
and the nights were growing ever colder.  Tonight, their fate was
made even riskier for they had to spend it out in the open.  But, the
decision not to waste the efforts of their talents was a quick one. 
Many families would be able to benefit from the resources of this one
beast.  Soon, the sun set and the winds grew ever more bitter as they
escaped from the surrounding craggy peaks.  Their dark countenance
bore down onto them every moment that the light disappeared from
their view.

Each took turns standing watch, but none of Gray Wolf's namesake
decided to bother them that night.  The fire was a blessing that
banished the night from its small circle, but it did become clear
that the cold would not be eliminated completely.  Red Dawn was not
oblivious to this fact and took efforts to protect his pupil by
sharing his own warmth with that of Gray Wolf.  He drew great
pleasure in the feeling of his own hairy body wrapped under the robes
with that of his friend.  Against the cold of the night, they fell
asleep while their hands slowly drifted to the places that they 
had been not so long before.  Red Dawn felt this before surrendering 
himself to the quiet and smiled.

[To Be Continued]
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