Tutanekai's Story
His mana. His island home.
His magic, wooing the spirit of women with music.
The art of navigating the hunt of Taniwha was a game of skill and death if speed was not on form and the wild pigs with black pig fat were a good substitute.
Born on the Island of Mokoia Tutanekai hunted the lands up to the mamaku mountains searching for good hunting. A master of taniwha he held no doubt his tohunga bloods flowed in the times of Pekehaua.
The navigation of stars through the art of whakapapa, through the weave of poutama, was an art learnt from his mothers on the island as others were not as friendly with knowledge to those with questionable bloods. This made him unique as a warrior who took no prisoners.
The birds of paradise like the red breasted robin on the island, had no better father care for them as Tutanekai's love of nature was his mother's own healing skills and knowledge passed down in the flowers and plantings across the motu.
The feminine flute of his mother's weave of her rangatira bloodlines ensured his lifeblood into the future by the sacred thread of the island beneath. As a master weaver strapping waka for fishing while youthful joy and music preceded what was to come... the serious warrior willing to test the white laws of te kupu.
