The twenty fourth day, of the eighth month of the year... I rose, to dedicate myself to the Forest, and the souls within Her.
Now how long has it been, oh children of the Forest?
How many have passed while my minds eye was elsewhere? How many have lingered and wandered without guidance of any sort? How many have I hurt with my unexpected leave?
Two years tomorrow I will have walked upon this ground. And I return to you now, to serve you, and to walk with you upon this ground...
I am here, I am here.
I fell into a sort of, spiritual depression awhile ago, and with it, my first serious character ever fell into darkness. I never intended this, but life has a way of its own to mess you up. I feel like I should bring her back now, after looking at her bio tonight and seeing the date I created her... it will be two years tomorrow for her... I owe the spiritual Mother of the forest something, and the least I could do is update her biography.
Hey guys. Trying this for the first time. Real, live violence. It may start slow and wary, because I have never tried something this deep from my soul before. These are MY emotions, about what I have been through in my life, and what I am going through. Please be aware, I can and and will get deep into there pain, okay?
In the night, it's here again
I hear the sounds of strangest things
How could anyone sleep in this noise
Footsteps, weeping, the howling of wind
Chill of soul and coldness of heart
Whispers tell of merciless faiths
A shiver is running down my back
As I hear the voice-like sound closing up...
Convincing, it's not, to tell of logic
When in the night you hear someone breathe
When in the midnight you see a shadow
And in the darkness the glow of eyes...
Snapping, creaking, stepping, cracking
Fear can't describe the panicking feel
Just close your eyes though it's coming closer
And tell yourself that the sound isn't real...
Here he comes, that selfish, arrogant, cocky asswipe, who thought she was his, and no one else's. He struts towards her, his handsome face smiling ever so wryly, as if he had won the lottery, and was simply being smug about it.
He approaches, making a move to rub the side of her face. Surprisingly, she doesn't budge; he's quite surprised. Normally, she would writhe from his touch, a dolphin not quite in love with the eel. He becomes even more surprised when she returns the gesture; her helm is smooth like polished porcelain, her white fur short and oh so soft. He finds himself flinching slightly from the rather pleasurable sensation.
Without a word, she walks not even turning to him - he follows, of course. It was only natural to chase what you couldn't have, to try and grab it, capture it, put it in a pretty little jar and call it yours. She doesn't seem to be in any rush to get away however; she keeps an even pace, confidence in every step.
"You have done well, my child.", spoke the words of an elder to a young but capable boy. "Today you will prove your passage to manhood. We have seen your impressive skills with the bow, but today you will go on your first hunt."
The tribe was very successful in teaching their young about hunting. Kitchi was learning well about the sacrifice the animals gave so that their tribe would be able to live on, and equally how both man and beast had respect for one another. The young man gave a nod to the elder, "I've even seen the elk that I will kill. He has appeared in my dreams several times - he has a distinct patch of white on his chest."
The elder shook his head, "My son, you will never know what the hunt will bring. Finding an elk like that will be quite a challenge. See him as your guardian rather than your prey. Perhaps the elk is your totem.", he replied.
The young hunter gave a quiet sigh, "Maybe.", he replied.
Kitchi finally set out alone for his hunt. He was dressed lightly, and carried a few supplies in addition to his bow and some arrows. He quickly left the encampment and disappeared into the treeline that bordered the plains. Following his instinct, he searched for traces of prey. In the distance he heard the distinct cries of elk. "So it will be an elk...", he said to himself, his blood thickening as the sounds echoed through the trees. He quickly darted through the forest, careful to keep the sounds of his feet at a minimum as he approached the source of the sounds.
In a clearing he spotted a lone elk, who was looking around curiously and calling out to any others who were around. His voice was shrill and high pitched, and with each call he raised his ears in hopes of finding his herd.
In the quiet moments of the night, the deer all sleep, dreaming their dreams of sweet grass and pinecones, knowing that the Forest was well protected by the Twin Gods. Endless Forest deer had little to fear unlike other deer, so they wandered during the day and slept at night.
A few deer stayed up during the night to watch the stars, catching glimpses of the Milky Way and watching in awe as meteors struck through the sky like a match being lit. As those dreamers stayed and stared at the sky, one stole away into the deeper parts of the Forest. She kept a secret that very few ever got to see.
Finding a spot near the Playground, she looked up to the heavens, and opening up her soul, she felt butterfly wings grow from her back. It was never painful, in fact she could feel the tension of her body vanish as the wings grew. They seemed to glow in the starlight, and she smiled every time she saw them.
Someone was coming, but she chose not to hide the wings. She could already tell it was Quad, who had his own wings. The stag smiled as he saw her there, and spoke, "You must have pleased the Twin Gods in your own way." Taliene nodded, "We all have gifts from them. Some of us have vivid dreams, others have more physical treasures. I've seen your own wings, Quad. You are really lucky."
Quad shook his head, "Nah, I made a promise to the Twin Gods for my wings. You, on the other hand, appeased them." He slowly felt his own wings grow from his back - four white bird-like wings that glistened as well.
"The Gods make each of us beautiful. You and I have different wings but the message is still the same. We are part of their dream, their legacy.", Taliene spoke. Quad nodded in agreement, "Because of that, I could never convince myself to ask them for anything. I always thought we had too much and would be greedy to ask for more."
Taliene shook her head, "The Twin Gods give freely. Never be ashamed to ask them for help.", she said.
