Women That Are Osts

It is no secret that he has his reservations when it comes to women. In fact, he has made it clear many times. Is this to protect them from him, or vice versa? Maybe both. There is a history behind it, that he does not share for the simple reason that it is something he has struggled for many turnings to put behind him, and it is no ones' business.


The first woman in his life would have to be his mother. She loves him, she has to doesn't she? He is her son. Does she like him? Not much. He has spent the biggest part of his life seeking approval and validation from her, and his life finally became easier when he realized it was not coming. For him and his younger brothers, there was always the knowledge that the First Son at their fires was the favored one, and nothing would change that in the woman's eyes. Once he had reconciled himself to that, he had been able to move on with his life.


Although many have heard him call women osts, there are only actually a few who are true to the venomous nature of the creatures. Those that know no loyalty, the liars, the schemers, the one's that try to discreetly or indiscreetly spread sexual favors around, thinking that they are above being in a collar, or too special to end up in one. Truth is, most of them would not live long in a collar, and some do not even deserve the modest dignity that a collar provides. They are the true osts.


One of his real problems with some women, is that they forget they are women. There are those that blatantly act like men with breasts, that cannot seem to reconcile themselves to what and who they are. Once he gets past his anger at them, he begins to pity and feel sorry for them. How can they ever know happiness? Osts.


Then there are those that are as prickly as the cactus you often find in those drier regions of the plains. They ones that carry their perceived slights on the outside, and use them as weapons against any and everyone that does not agree with their way of thinking. Osts. These are usually the ones with the venomous tongues that they ply at will. There is nothing uglier, or more unattractive to most men than a woman that spits hateful words at will, knowing that they will harm or injure, but just not caring one way or the other. Osts.


What most of these women seem to forget is the fact that they are women in a man's world. Tuchuk men are proud of the spirit of their women, and in that pride they give them much latitude in thought, deed and word. And a true Tuchuk woman knows her value, but she also knows her place. But unfortunately, even among the wagon people there are those that seem to think they are exempt from any kind of restraint. That have the attitude of……no man will tell me what I can or cannot do. Wrong! Eventually there will come the man that will tire of that attitude and will deal with them.


And so, this is the tale of the Osts.