The tribe was on the move again this winter. The third move in 7 moons. The game slipping farther and farther away south. The forest clearing and fresh spring were left spotless as they marched out in unison from the site. The creek clean as it was when they entered. The grass hardly bent and justly discolored under the skins that laid on them for 2 moons. They left a circle of circles in the clearing with a black mark in the center where the camps one fire finally died.

“Yata hey!” barked Dirk the largest male in the tribe. All at once the column moved forward with a grace of motion at a jogging pace. All Women and children were jogging as fast as they could but could not maintain pace with the tribe, but the men knew this and doubled back every now and then to see their progress. All the animals were under the care of the yearlings the youngest males, while the domestic animals , dogs, horses, burros were under the care of the women and girls. All the camps necessities were guarded by the elite women who showed warrior capabilities.

Ity wasnt always like this the women in the tribes used to rule, 20,000 years ago. The oral traditions of the men still sang of the time when women were put down to their second class state. Lets slip back and remember the time when Momma ruled and Dad was a foreign term.
The time 160, 000yrs from present wooly mammoths dwindled in the north along with the last vestiges of sabretooth cats. Hunted to extinction out of survival instincts alone. The cats were favored amongst the women for their luxurious pelts. Mamaoth was commonplace for the average woman only the elite Had pelts of sabretoooth cats along with cougar and mountain lions. Bear was a send favorite and revered by the shaman as the strength of the tribes was counted in bear fur. The most the tribe could carry is two per teepee. Unless one had a good woman in charge and had horses for all the litters and burros for the few trinkets the used in weaponmaking.this was the first tribe to try and make the shortest southern journy possible as to find the richest pastures in the summer months though the weather is sporadic and hostile durin this time, global tempurates vary from 80degrees to 50 degrees Farenheit Global madness at its height. The only way to survivie id to take what little dometciated goats and hunting implements to the ranges nearest the receding glaciers, the land is fertile and constant fed from the fresh cold water, the last vestiges of life on the planet cling to this thin stip of land and ice meeting in the wilderness. All across the globe survial is the only thing. The weather changes from year to year some years np summer just an eternal winter everywhere you walk, other years dry as a bone and no water except what melts from the glaciers It seems the entore fresh wtater system is caught up in winter and frozen.warming years are pleasant to behold but they are far few. The cold years knows only pain and suffering for the young ones.

Sounds of two flutes intertwined in harmony and piping through the scales as if the were dancing a love tune. The softness of their tones floated on the morning mist. The old Oak stood lonely on a hill with two silhouettes dancing under the tree. The grass wasnt wet there from the morning misty rain. As they danced their flutes twined in harmony and rythm  one going up the scale the other coming down challenging each other what note to meet upon for the harmony to begin all over again. Laughing while they play the twitters are joyful.
The peaceful scene is interrupted by a swish thongg” as an arrow imbeds intself into the old oak just missing the players. Instant panic swept over the two a sthey grabbed their weapons and ran back to camp “Iroquois haht a neigh” screaming at the top of their lungs in unison
the Women warriors were the first to respond , already armed with bow and lance they scurried inrto a formation and moved forward to the outskirts of the camp, bows at the ready and lances spiked in the ground near them.
As sosn as the women fromed they ere joined by their partners the males of the tribe. These men had weapons make from silver and gold daggers mostly but Dirk held the one lone silver sword aginst the impending ods tht arose on the hilltops around them.As far as the eyes could se were thinly clad but well armed mounted women.
KI ai shouts the leader and the whoel mass began t o move in liekan agry swarm of locusts, trodding the fields and killing the livestock as they went. Their target, the males of the tribe. One will be spared, the largest, dirk with the sword, Leave him to me barked the leader  hes mine! Taking out a bolo of rocks and twine      she whirls it over head at a full gallop towards the unsuspectign Dirk.
Dirk had hiw own problems he was being proded with lances. Swiping away their blows he fell tow of the attackers with one swipe from the silver sword.  While thre other s added scars to his back and side he winced in pain the tips were coated with a sleep poison. Scratched he starts to feel dizzy and uncoordianted , but still manages to lunge with all remaining conciousness and might just as the bolo hits him in the head threee time as it wropped around his neck. A perfect throw from 25 yrds. With the added speed from her horse the throw picks up dirk and throws him to the ground.
Matriarchal societies existed for millennium before recorded time. Recording time allows men to remember what it was like when women were in charge and take the controls with brute force for the next 100, 000 years. Now with the matriarchal society growing again and the patriarchal Society of Islam in contention with it, We find out that women have been secretly tainting the water supplies so that only females are born. this goes on for 3 generations and then Men finally catch on , or is it too late.....

Meet Penny, a god fearing , normal librarian who secretly desires travel adn excitement in her life..IS totally bored in the little town she settled into after 5 years. Looks for a way out!

Enter Dirk, A drifter with the grace of God all over him. Never married, devoted to a life withthe Lord. he is like an apostle of old. 

The two meet at a Social the church was having. Fall immediately in Love adn start an open courtship the whole town enjoys watching.

Enter the Antagonists, Old women with a vendetta against Men. Richest women in the world form a consolidated panel of evil against all men. their chapters are everywhere adn in every town

12:26 planetariumnut: Watch it , see guys they are already in dominant mode here on social sites because of their natural ability to gab in 3 different directions at once.! unite men! cast out the female demons! wmahahahaaha


tribal rites of passage are the drugs necessary to defeat the women

Women look upon this as negligible