Fang, the Ganjuko scout

With no technological society of their own,
Ganjuko are rarely found beyond their
homeworld. When they are, it is usually
as cheap slave labor.

A Ganjuko born into clan Zerins, Fang was the youngest and smallest of three brothers. The eldest among them; Tusdar, was a caring and compassionate brother that looked after both of his siblings for many years.

Being smaller than most, Fang developed a quick temper and often got into fights. Tusdar usually had to help his brother when he got in over his head with larger clan youths. Tusdar rarely had to resort to violence himself, most often being able to calm the other parties with his words alone. Fang could never understand how his older brother was so charismatic.

After many years, Fang, Tusdar, and another youth were ready for the clans Rite of Passage ceremony. Zerins tradition demanded youths be banished from the clan to survive in the deep forests and only return when they were able to secure a mate to bring back, thereby strengthening the clan and ensuring its continuation.

Fang ventured deep into the wilderness and survived on his wits alone. One day he came across another youth, a young female who had fallen from a hunting perch and fractured her leg.  Tradition dictated that he leave her there to live or die according to her own worth, but he was overcome with compassion and struck by her beauty.  So he carried her back to his camp and slowly nursed her back to health, when she was healed they declared their love for each other and set out to return to his family.

On his return to the Zerins, Fang found that things had changed drastically in his absence.  There was an air of gloom about the village and many of the huts were burned out and empty.  There were also many more sky people than there had ever been before, and they were carrying around weapons instead of trading at the market.

Wanting to know what was happening, Fang went to the elders hall to ask.  He ducking in through the entryway and froze when he saw inside.  The wide round council table was gone and in its place sat a throne carved of carved and painted wood.  In the throne sat Tusdar.  He had grown to be massive, his heavily-muscled shoulders spread nearly twice as wide as Fangs and he stood a head and half taller.

"Brother, I'm surprised to see you.  I had thought you dead long ago."

"What has happened Tusdar, why do our people cower, where are the elders? Where is father?"

"Our father lacked vision, when the newcomers came they offered us a choice, serve them as valued subjects or watch as our mates were cut down and our children burned.  Father could not face them, but I could.  I have made myself master of all the clans."

Fang looked about and saw the sky people around the edges of the hall, they all carried weapons and eyed him with hostility.

"You betrayed our people to become the puppet of these weaklings!"

"Be careful brother, I am too powerful for you to say such things."

"I will say what needs to be said, you bring disgrace to our name!"

"Enough!"  With this savage outburst, Tusdar exploded from his throne and charged, Fang set himself to meet him but instead Tusdar reached out and thrust his claws deep into the belly of Fangs mate.  She cried out in pain and crumpled to the ground, dead within seconds.

"Noooo!"  Fang rushed at the murderer of his beloved and lashed out, opening a series of deep gashes across his face. They fought back and forth for what seemed like hours, but Fang was no match for the sheer power of his brother and he fell, on the edge of death.

"You," Tusdar said, pointing at one of the Hecatan guardsmen.  "Take this one and have him sold at market.  Make sure it is to a trader, I want him gone from my world."