The Curse of Huja the Hobu

Once, there was a small hairless K'vut that fell from the sky. Many times the small K'vut attempted to climb the sheer wall at the north edge of the Vana, where the grasses fail and the trees go silent and the waters wash the unwary. Once, one of our number but not one of ours took pity on the small K'vut and took them to their home, to their clan. The small K'vut made a strong effort to understand the Azou. It spoke, often and at length. It learned many words, and used them, often and at length. It gathered plants to itself as though the plants would help it grow hair. The Azou often laughed and rubbed the bald head with its fuzz of growth. Once, the K'vut stayed among the Azou beyond a season. One of our but not one of ours took the opportunity to lead their family group to meet another and traded the little K'vut, which was called Huja, to the other family. For days Huja stayed with the other Azou, but they began moving immediately, and traded Huja to another group. Traded from one family to another, Huja met all the tribes of the Koi Nayju. With each family he planted a small amount of his strange plants. Swiftly these plants grew and thrived in the Vana, growing wild and plentiful. Huja's influence of using fire on meat and eating plants was deemed strange in the Hobu's time among the Azou, but when times grew lean and meat grew scarce, some of us, but not ours, ate some of his plants. But the Hobu knew he was sold as a slave over and over, and the plants were his great retribution. All who ate those plants changed, slowly but surely into the Shith