Time Goes On
12-30-2013, 06:52 PM
Bhaire smiled at his kind, curious Alphess. She reminded him much of Sister Lessa, the pale coated femme that had adopted him from the day his band had found him abandoned. It made Song very easy to talk to, and Bhaire was more than eager to answer her questions. He remembered long walks down summer paths as Abbot Kahn had told him all about the gods he saw in the leaves, and storms, and heard their whispers in the wind. "Well, I couldn't not claim that they've ever spoken to me, but this is not to say that I don't hear them. My gods speak in the way the wind blows, in the clouds, in the stars. They are a pack of fourteen, which began to with pair Bori, the sun, and Cirilla, the moon. They birthed a daughter, Theothia, and a son, Ysgarion, and between the four of them nurtured and grew the planet from a seed." Birch smiled fondly, remembering heady nights when the band would act out their origin story for other packs, or other wandering wolves. Ofttimes, when Bhaire was still small, they would make him the seed and fawn over him. Those nights were always his favorite. He shook the reminisces from his mind, and cleared the fond, vacant light from his eyes. It would not do to leave he alphess waiting, and he doubted she would be interested in that small nugget of his past. "My apologies. Anyways, as the lore goes, Ysgarion and Theothia would create ten other gods, and bequeath to them certain realms of existence to watch over. The night, for example, belongs to Nocla. Prophecy comes from Siphcherus, and Gomarina holds sway over the realm of healing, and the young." He could name the others, of course, but he wanted to be certain his alphess was not bored by his tale. If she was being given visions of the gods, it was likely from Siphcherus, or perhaps Nocla. He would love to look into it deeper, and could only hope that Song would be willing as well. "Talk" Think "Odd" |
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