Post by Marks-The-Prey on Feb 10, 2011 7:34:03 GMT -8
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The crisp morning air was biting and the wind gentle wend through the natural clearings of the Caern. Wisps of morning fog rolled just underfoot.
A figure could be seen walking towards the Heart of the Caern. It would stop, look around, and bend to the ground every few paces. As the soft glow of the Caern stone lit the area around it with a pale calm light that Luna is not normally know to give. The figure stopped.
Marks-The-Prey looked at the Caern stone and closed his eyes. Visions of the Wyrm beast as it swallowed a Caern whole came to mind. First the Heart, then the Shrines fell into the maw, and then finally the Bawn was torn and split by a great many arms of the beast.
Marks-The-Prey let the bundle he was carrying fall to the ground. Small logs and tinder fell at his feet. He thought about the hive and how they had worked together and were now going to cut a swath of their choosing from the area. But there sept had all sat around fighting with one another, leadership jumping from one hand to another.
"Why..." He asked the stone. "What is it we need to do to keep the balance?" But the Heart made no response.
Frowning slightly he sat slowly to the ground. Taking up a few logs and tinder Marks-The-Prey began to do the only thing he could think to try and bring the sept together.
As he worked animals around him began to take notice. His hands wove the wood back and forth, he said blessings over the earth. He reached for more tinder to find he had none. As he began to rise a chitter sounded to his side. He looked to see a squirrel holding a small twig in its hands. Marks-The-Prey smiled and reached out to take the twig. A footfall to his right, behind, and then all around him. Squirrel, fawn, fox, eagle, owl, beaver, bear, hawk, and even mice all drew towards him carrying various sizes of wood.
Tears came to his eyes as the animals one by one lay the timber near him. He sat back down, and continued his work, the animals continued to bring the materials needed. As he worked a shadow formed around him. Cutting out all light so as to keep out the eyes of the unworthy.
The animals made a ring around the darkness, predator and prey took a moment of respite. Neither ran nor chased. Sounds of rocks striking wood could be heard from the darkness, as could faint chanting.
Finally a single spark of light and the darkness fell away. Marks-The-Prey looked at the tiny flame on the end of the twig he held.
"Hope." He said. "Hope is all I can give right now, thank you for your help Mother."
He placed the flame inside the fire stack he had made and the spark fire took. Small at first then growing to a bright crackling pure looking fire. The fire could be seen across the veil burning fiercely feed by the spiritual strength of the area.
Marks-The-Prey stood and the animals began to depart into the forest. He shivered and began to fall on all fours. His body flushing with brown timber tipped fur. He landed and felt the warmth of his coat shielding him from the morning frost. He scratched in the dirt near the fire and then leapt into the air and vanished.
The fire popped and an ember jumped. It landed next to two glyphs.
They simply said: Master of Rite & Responsibility.
The crisp morning air was biting and the wind gentle wend through the natural clearings of the Caern. Wisps of morning fog rolled just underfoot.
A figure could be seen walking towards the Heart of the Caern. It would stop, look around, and bend to the ground every few paces. As the soft glow of the Caern stone lit the area around it with a pale calm light that Luna is not normally know to give. The figure stopped.
Marks-The-Prey looked at the Caern stone and closed his eyes. Visions of the Wyrm beast as it swallowed a Caern whole came to mind. First the Heart, then the Shrines fell into the maw, and then finally the Bawn was torn and split by a great many arms of the beast.
Marks-The-Prey let the bundle he was carrying fall to the ground. Small logs and tinder fell at his feet. He thought about the hive and how they had worked together and were now going to cut a swath of their choosing from the area. But there sept had all sat around fighting with one another, leadership jumping from one hand to another.
"Why..." He asked the stone. "What is it we need to do to keep the balance?" But the Heart made no response.
Frowning slightly he sat slowly to the ground. Taking up a few logs and tinder Marks-The-Prey began to do the only thing he could think to try and bring the sept together.
As he worked animals around him began to take notice. His hands wove the wood back and forth, he said blessings over the earth. He reached for more tinder to find he had none. As he began to rise a chitter sounded to his side. He looked to see a squirrel holding a small twig in its hands. Marks-The-Prey smiled and reached out to take the twig. A footfall to his right, behind, and then all around him. Squirrel, fawn, fox, eagle, owl, beaver, bear, hawk, and even mice all drew towards him carrying various sizes of wood.
Tears came to his eyes as the animals one by one lay the timber near him. He sat back down, and continued his work, the animals continued to bring the materials needed. As he worked a shadow formed around him. Cutting out all light so as to keep out the eyes of the unworthy.
The animals made a ring around the darkness, predator and prey took a moment of respite. Neither ran nor chased. Sounds of rocks striking wood could be heard from the darkness, as could faint chanting.
Finally a single spark of light and the darkness fell away. Marks-The-Prey looked at the tiny flame on the end of the twig he held.
"Hope." He said. "Hope is all I can give right now, thank you for your help Mother."
He placed the flame inside the fire stack he had made and the spark fire took. Small at first then growing to a bright crackling pure looking fire. The fire could be seen across the veil burning fiercely feed by the spiritual strength of the area.
Marks-The-Prey stood and the animals began to depart into the forest. He shivered and began to fall on all fours. His body flushing with brown timber tipped fur. He landed and felt the warmth of his coat shielding him from the morning frost. He scratched in the dirt near the fire and then leapt into the air and vanished.
The fire popped and an ember jumped. It landed next to two glyphs.
They simply said: Master of Rite & Responsibility.