Greetings wild readers. Thanks for being here. I came to Kusha on the first load of settlers with Dorian Thain. The engineers and construction crews had already been here for some time. Still, the world beyond the small area cleared for construction of Harappa City was wild and free.
Most of the planet is still in it’s native state. We humans have only civilized a tiny portion of one continent. The nomads roam the upland plains and they have a few scattered villages out there. There is the small settlement on Farside where Max made her big discovery way back when and there is Harappa City.
The rest of Kusha . . .? I say wild but it is not wild in the way that the Old Forest on Harappa was wild. The Old Forest had all kinds of creatures that wanted to eat you or at least bite you. There were even some that did worse things to you.
Kusha is pretty mild compared to that. There are dangers in the Kushan wilderness but they are rare.
Of course there are the Kabears. Three to four meters tall, they often stand on their stout hind legs. Their front legs are smallish and not much use for anything beyond putting things in the creature’s mouth, which is wide and lined with triangular, razor sharp teeth.
They are furry but their hair is not like any hair humans have known before. From a single stem the hair branches out almost like a downy feather.
There are a couple of interesting facts about the Kabears. First their method of locomotion when in haste is interesting . . . they skip. It is a silly thing to watch. A giant ferocious beast skipping like a little child. The can move surprisingly fast in this way. It also makes them very hard to shoot when they are charging since there is so much up and down motion, which brings us to another weird habit of theirs.
When charging someone they will often pull up just short and wildly wave their arms to the side and above. Apparently this is a display to ward off aggressors and apparently among other Kabears this works. Most human hunters have learned this and use the display as the most opportune time to shoot the creatures.
Tomorrow we’ll discuss the gimpkos.
Never Mix red wine and Oodo.
Philip Normer
Kushan Year 87
Earth Year 2479
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