Though given dispensation to mate using the war-hole, the spiky offspring of that sub-tribe’s unions were often vilified by standard citizens. Even the gaunt product of famine-hole couplings would hiss and spit at warlings’ passage. Not that the taunts mattered to those at which they were hurled. They lived apart from and above the cares of the citizens – without genitals, they produced no offspring, and so were not beholden to the web of obligations that dominated that society. Instead they served as sentries at the perimeter of the city, or flying above in fragile contraptions of shell, iron, and sailcloth.
Strange thing, then, when a scholar or merchant would apply for war-hole mating. Was it an aberration of the natural desire for such a thing that would overcome the citizenry during times of true warfare? Much like those who held a fetish for the famine-hole even in times of plenty, were there those who longed for the armored orifice of the war-hole? Perhaps.
Apocrypha 2: Joseph in the North
Dan’s Almost Daily Musings