The traditional origin story of the Qaneqaanii starts with the creation of the deity Paangur for which the planet was named. It is said that The All Father relinquished all responsibility of the planet to Paangur allowing the young deity to shape the world as she see fit. First, she sculpted the land, pushing and pulling to create valleys and mountains and caves and tunnels; her laborious sweat became the lakes and the rivers and the blood from her calloused hands bore little green plants and slow growing trees. The budding life ignited in her a yearning to nurture and to love and she pleaded to The All Father for the knowledge to raise motile life. He granted her wish but with it a warning to beware sapient life and the evils it could harbor.
Paangur raised many creatures both simple and complex, the furry and the scaled, the cunning and the slow. She watched them grow and fight and hunt and love but no matter her efforts she could not teach them speech. She dearly longed for competent companionship, someone to gossip and to joke, and she pondered the possibility of raising a creature what could mirror her capacity to feel, to understand and pass judgement. Though she recalled The All Father’s warning she rationalized just that: it was a warning not a forbiddance; yet still, she dare not ask him the knowledge to do so.
The desperate deity turned to one of her elder kin, Qinyoon The Arcane Trickster, who was known for both his intrigue and trade and often dealt and haggled the guarded secrets of the cosmos. The Greater Deity listened to her and pondered then offered her a trade: a ring of rock and crust from her planets surface in return for the knowledge she sought. Paangur did not give this a second thought and she sundered the land with he trained hands and tore up a great band of land from the circumference of the planet and created an endless valley dividing the world in twain. Pleased with their bargain, Qinyoon revealed to her that she should sculpt a form in her image then divide her organs, her brain and heart, and give the halves to the effigy along with a portion of her energy. Paangur was vexed by this, reluctant to grace the shadow of Death, but Qinyoon reminded her this was the deal she had struck and assured her no Lesser Deity had the power to create sentient life. She would be weak for some time but her power would return as long as she remained close with her second half.
Disappointed or not, Paangur was still driven toward companionship and she struggled through the steps of the ritual and split the essence of her being into an equal halve and gave it to the effigy of blood, bone, and sand. It twisted and churned slowly for many nights in which time Paangur rested to recover her strength. When she awoke she bore witness to hundreds of beings like the one she had hoped to create, all of them harboring fragments of her power. She watched in horror as they acted selfishly, murdering and cheating and lying; they fought amongst themselves for land and possessions. In her sleep they had shaped themselves without a guide and twisted into ugly, materialistic beings. Shame ate at her for her failure.
She did not trust herself to start again and instead separated the warring sides on either side of the valley and then crawled to the bottom where she would remain. The valley filled with her shame and sorrow until it overflowed and her distress brought an endless storm giving the equator body of water its name: The Sea of Lightning. With it’s heart laying dormant, the planet ceased to rotate leaving one half in scorching light and the other in infinite night thus separating the Qaneqaanii into two distinct people: The Dune Dweller Tribes of the Shimmering Sands and the Ice Walker Clans of the Ice Black Tundra.
Daily Prompt: Traditional