What We Are
"She was magnificent. She might have been bred from pleasure slaves and she-panthers. She was sinuous and arrogant, desirable, dangerous, feline. I had little doubt that she was swift of mind. She was surely proud and haughty. She was lithe. She was perhaps two inched taller than the average Gorean woman, and yet, due to the perfections of her proportions, as vigorous and stunning as a girl bred deliberately in the slave pens for such qualities."
"Sheera was a strong, black-haired wench, with a necklace of claws and golden chains wrapped about her neck. There were twisted, golden armlets on her bronzed arms. About her left ankle, threaded, was an anklet of shells. At her belt she wore a knife sheath. The knife was in her hand, and, as she spoke, she played with it, and drew in the sand."
"Panther girls are arrogant. They live by themselves in the northern forests, by hunting, and slaving and outlawry. They have little respect for anyone, or anything, saving themselves and, undeniably, the beasts they hunt, the tawny forest panthers, the swift, sinuous sleen."
"I can understand why it is that such woman hate men, but it is less clear to me why they hold such enmity to women. Indeed, they accord more respect to men, who hunt them, and whom they hunt, as worthy foes, than they do to women other than themselves. They regard, it seems, all women, slave or free, as soft, worthless creatures, so unlike themselves. Perhaps most of all they despise beautiful female slaves, and surely Cara was such. I am not sure why they hold this great hatred for other members of their own sex. I suspect it may be because, in their hearts, they hate themselves, and their femaleness. Perhaps they wish to be men; I do not know. It seems they fear, terribly, to be females, and perhaps, they fear most that they, by the hands of a strong man, will be taught their womanhood. It is said that panther girls, conquered, make incredible slaves. I do not much understand these things."
"I saw a woman, in the brief skins of the panther women, turn and approach me.
She wore ornaments of gold, an armlet, and anklet, a long string of tiny, pierced, golden cylinders looped four times about her neck.
At her belt was a sleen knife.
She stood over me. She looked down upon me. Her legs were shapely. She was marvelously figured."
"Excellent," said Verna. She looked down at me, and laughed. "Any panther girl," she said, "who falls to men deserves the collar." She fingered the hilt of the knife. "There is a saying among panther girls," she said, "that any girl who permits herself to fall to men desires in her heart to be their slave."
"I have heard," I said, "that panther girls, once conquered, make splendid slaves."
Verna kicked me suddenly, viscously, in the side. "Silence, Slave!" she cried."
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What We Aren't
We are not invunerable- we could often be injured in the simple corse of hunting for our food, the animals we hunt are for the most part, very dangerous.
We are not Xena the Warrior Princess- great tv show, but not a role model for the panther girls as envisioned by John Norman in the books of Gor..
We are not super strong, super fast, or able to heal ourselves instantly- we do the best we can, and try to hunt and survive and escape capture, but know that sometimes we may fail.
We are not as strong as a Gorean man- some of use may be better trained in sparring, and this may show in the scripts, but keep in mind that a Gorean woman will never be stronger than a Gorean man. Use guile, cunning, traps, and remember we have strength in numbers.
We are not slaves with spears, or free women on vacation- be certain that you are in the role you wish to be in.
We are not forest ninjas, able to magically travel the forest without ever leaving a trace- practice moving thru the forest quietly and leave as few traces of your passing as possible, but know that it is darned near impossible to move quickly thru the forest and never leave any trace.
We are not feminists, tree-huggers, or lesbians- these are r/t things that are fine in the real world, but have no correlation in the books of Gor.
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