The Emerald Hind
09-03-06, 12:59 PM
[This thread is temporarily closed for Calaelen and myself. This may change after the next reply, but, then again, it may not.]
The Great Mother lay upon her spherical bed, reclined in her typical fashion, her great form enveloping all and stretching before all the corners of existence to claim the solidity of the physical realm. Her eternal eyes remained opened to the sky, peering into the world through deep jet cores, her sight going beyond the grass blades and around the tree leaves and over the mountain tops. And slowly she changed her garments from the bright hope of the summer greens for something a little more suitable to the brisk winds that arose from the west, stirring her heart so that she longed for the hues of fire, the shades of a failing life, and so all that could be seen slowly turned from emerald to ruby and gold.
The great arbors shook with dread for they knew this time was due, and the Balance would soon claim its dues, for nothing stayed forever, and all things shifted for the sake of an intricate dance of which all life knew the steps and followed that dictate, deviating only where variation seemed plausible. Thus, the malachite tiles that adorned the forest canopy became studded with flashes of amber and scarlet, and the grass turned golden, and the fruits ripened well past bursting, and so the bounty of the Mother was delivered just before the last streaks of warmth were given to the world. Of this the animals took note and busied themselves with their autumn-time preparations, storing what food they could either within their dens or within themselves, or they simply fled their summer home and went to more hospitable climes.
So all the forest was alive and in a fuss as squirrels chattered at one another over the fallen nuts and acorns, as does met in harems to be guarded by their seasonal mates, and as geese and other birds gathered into great flocks so as to flee together. It was here the girl arrived, along the very edge of Blackthorn forest, breaking upon the change of tides that forced all to writhe in explicit ways, all for the sake of Balance. But she was not here to contemplate the way the world moved, or to even admire the bright flashes of gold and crimson; no, she was not even here upon her own will. There she stood on the edge of oblivion and looking in, drawn by the burden she wore upon her throat.
The heavy stone pulsed with its inner fire, glowing greenly as it directed her to the forest’s border, where field turned to brush and brush to trees. It was here that a task was demanded of her, of the sort Kaia could not understand. It had been so long since the stone last awoken, and that last time it merely reassured her and gave her good council, and so she left her homeland of Avani and her life of destitute disgrace to travel to a world she knew nothing of, to go against everything in her character and seek change when she wanted everything to stay the same, to back to how things had always been. But nothing ever remained the same, much to the herbalist’s dismay, and here she was weaving her way past bushes and groves so as to reach a destination she yet did not know.
All the way she grumbled, her brows knit tightly as she followed the geas that pulled at her throat and commanded her to follow like a good hound. What was she to do? She had tried to fight it when the pull first tugged upon the fringe of her consciousness, but the more she ignored it the sicker she felt, until she heaved all the contents of her stomach along the side of the road she had been working trying to earn an honest coin. Even then she did her best to remain firm, to ignore this foreign entity and its newly discovered desires, but then a great pressure was exerted just behind her eyes. It felt like her head would burst, and she cried out like a banshee, catching the attention of passing farmers and travelers. They looked upon her with raised brows and shook their heads without pity. Kaia was so embarrassed that she took to the fields and hid for some time, shivering against the pain that grew all the stronger.
Finely she could not take it any longer, and within a few minutes she was giving into the Earth Stone’s will. The act of following the direction of an inanimate object made her ill: she had no control in this venture, and she had to give all her spirit to this wretched thing. Had it ever done this to her mother? No, it could not have, as her mother never disappeared, and most definitely not because she was forced to do so by a piece of gaudy jewelry. So why was it doing this to her now? Had she gone insane? No, she was too stubborn for that, and Kaia knew it. She was not mad--well, not mentally so--but she was a hostage to the very decoration she wore. How weak did that maker her? She could not bare to answer that question, but she was not given a chance to, either, for suddenly the impulse to move released her and she fell instantly to her knees.
She caught herself upon a nearby tree, and she clung to its body with all her might. Brown, frizzy tendrils drifted past her eyes as she bowed her head and panted with mental exhaustion. She breathed deep, heavy breaths and tried her best to make her body relax, but to no avail. This entire thing had her worked up well past comfort, and there was little hope that her condition would improve until she knew just why she was here and why this goddess forsaken stone wanted her here in the first place. She got to her feet and dusted the dirt from the knees of her baggy trousers then strained her deep green tunic. Hazel shades then wondered about the forest edge, glancing here and there to see what this was all about. Now there was just that pounding urgency that made her pulse quicken and a dull pressure in the back of her head that threatened to rise should she balk. At this she sneered, but she could do nothing else: she dared not test this stone and its power.
The herbalist moved forward slowly, her boots crunching the few fallen leaves scattered underfoot. The wind whisked past her as it spun past tree trunks, rustling the leaves as it went. But with it came the a cry that made the hair on the back of the wisewoman’s neck stand on end. A great wail sprang into her ears, wrenching through the internal labyrinth of her auditory senses like a barbed screw, winding its way to the very center of her design so it could stab jagged nails deep into her. It began as a high keen that crescendoed with such speed and volume it seemed impossible that the owner of such a voice could continue without a bleeding throat, but the sound persisted, jumping up the scale to a shrill, sharp note barely perceivable by human ears before falling down with a strangled gurgle--then silence. Upon the first note, Kaia instinctively covered her ears and cringed against the force of the sonorous vibrations. The keening death cry--for it was too harsh to be anything less--made her stomach lurch and her heart sink, and all her body shook with terror and weakness.
What could cause a creature such pain as to make it cry in such a way? Honestly, Kaia had no desire to find out. This was not because she was a coward, but just plain common sense: you want to live, you hear something in the throes of death, you stay away from what you heard. But, then again, what got that poor thing was on the prowl, and the healer could be next. The thought was enough to make her shudder, and she looked about reflexively, her senses on the alert. She crouched low in an attempt to hide herself, and began to crawl along her belly to the source of the sound. At least she could make an attempt to see what caused all this.
She moved very slowly, inching along in painful increments, trying her best not to make a sound. Unfortunately, the Avanin was no mercenary nor a spy, and she had none of their cunning or skill. Even her hunting was limited to traps and speed, so things such as stealth were little known to her. So as she slithered to where she believed the origin of the cry resided, there was quite some rustling and twig-snapping. Each time she stopped and ducked her head, berating herself inwardly and cursing the horrid stone all the way. It was now quite plain to her that this is what the stone wanted, for it eased its grip on her the closer she got to the source. It seemed the damned thing wanted to get her killed. She just hoped she could deny it the chance.
After a long and painful journey on her belly--a trip that would have taken only a few seconds had she just walked normally--she came to a small clearing. She remained in the brush, peering into the tiny glen from under the cover of a holly bush, which pricked and poked at her menacingly. But she gave it no mind after she saw the devastation smeared across the golden-green grass. Before her were the remains of an aurochs, its guts strewn about like a grotesque party decoration, the slimy, bloody tubes glistening painfully where they festooned the grass and the nearby bushes. Its limbs were in disarray, and its head was yards away from the rest of its body, or, at least the bulk of it. What remained of the rest was reduced to dark bloody puddles, steaming in the chilled air. Bits of hide were everywhere, as were chunks of flesh.
And amongst it all stood a terrible creature, a huge monstrous beast that greatly resembled a large lion. Like a big cat, its body was long and sleek, covered in a sleek tawny coat spotted with dark brown splashes. And the way it crouched over the rump of the bull aurochs with its large claws exposed, sinking deep into the flesh, was all very feline-like, but there the resemblance ended. It had a massive head with large, round ears. The muzzle was short and wide, with huge teeth, and the eyes were set forward, large and slanted. The nose was very human-like, and it even had humanoid lips that stretched across its enormous teeth. Overall, the face resembled that of an ape stretched over the skull of a cat, and covered with the same short, sleek fur as the rest of the body. And then there was the tail, which curled around its body as it crouched over the massacred victim. The tail was long and slender, but it was tipped with a small round club covered with spikes. It was the tail that gave the creature away and caused Kaia’s heart to leap into her throat and threaten to escape through her mouth.
A manticore? This star blasted stone wants me to kill a manticore? she wailed mentally, screaming at the stone within the confines of her mind. But that little pressure in the back of her head did not leave or even waver, but she had the feeling that she was being stared down by a greater being, forced into submission, forced to do the things bidding. I hope you know that this will get me killed. But that is what you want, huh? This time the presence flared with green light, little tendrils striking at her thoughts, but not in a menacing way. Instead, the vines of light caressed her and reassured her, and she had the sense that the thing meant her no harm. Yet, here it was forcing her to go up against a manticore, a vile creature that killed not only for food but for sport, and its usual targets were not typically aurochs and other such animals, but sentient beings, such as humans. This must have been the stone’s reasoning, as well, as it flared again, this time with approval. At this the girl snorted--mentally, of course--and sunk down lower to the loam of the earth.
Well, now what was she going to do? Lay there all day and watch it consume the beast. Well, there was a thought, at least, but where she was made her an easy target, and it was by sheer luck that she was downwind of the beast. Well, at least it was lucky the beast did not catch scent of her; unfortunately for Kaia she could perceive the stench of death from the aurochs and the reek of rotten flesh from the manticore. If it was not for the fact that she had already emptied her stomach of all its contents, she was certain she would have done so then and there. But her initial thought was not something she really wanted to follow. She was an easy target, as she was easily pinned under the brush, and there was no way of knowing which direction the monster might take to leave the clearing.
Stifling a sigh, the girl wriggled away from her hiding spot, thanking the Mother that the manticore was so deeply involved in its gruesome meal that it did not even notice her. That at least allowed her the chance to walk a few paces out and extract the staff belted to her back from its bindings and the sickle tucked away in her workbag. These were her only weapons, as pathetic as they were, but they were all she had. She would have to make do and find a way to do away with the manticore with them, or else die. The latter was not an option: she had too much for which to live. This beast served no purpose, this wretched monster that consumed whole villages, leaving not a trace of its victims. It ate more than it could hold, and killed for fun only to consume its toy days later, after it had ripened in the bright sun. This Kaia had to stop, before it chose a sentient victim. She could not let it live, not now that she saw it, not now that she knew what its existence might mean. It was her responsibility to get rid of the thing, and that she would do. And the stone responded with a warm green-brown light.
So, with her mind made up and her heart hardened, the girl slowly stocked around the circle of trees, positioning herself just behind the beast. It took some time to get to her destination, all to ensure that she was not heard or scented, and once there she crouched low along the brushline, establishing a firm grip upon her staff and securing her sickle in her belt for easy access (she could not fight with both weapons/tools at once). Then she waited, waited for the thing to fill its belly to bursting and grow lazy. Perhaps, with luck, it would even fall asleep. This she could only pray for, and as she prayed she settled for a long sit down, watching with disgust as the monster devoured every bit of the aurochs.
The Great Mother lay upon her spherical bed, reclined in her typical fashion, her great form enveloping all and stretching before all the corners of existence to claim the solidity of the physical realm. Her eternal eyes remained opened to the sky, peering into the world through deep jet cores, her sight going beyond the grass blades and around the tree leaves and over the mountain tops. And slowly she changed her garments from the bright hope of the summer greens for something a little more suitable to the brisk winds that arose from the west, stirring her heart so that she longed for the hues of fire, the shades of a failing life, and so all that could be seen slowly turned from emerald to ruby and gold.
The great arbors shook with dread for they knew this time was due, and the Balance would soon claim its dues, for nothing stayed forever, and all things shifted for the sake of an intricate dance of which all life knew the steps and followed that dictate, deviating only where variation seemed plausible. Thus, the malachite tiles that adorned the forest canopy became studded with flashes of amber and scarlet, and the grass turned golden, and the fruits ripened well past bursting, and so the bounty of the Mother was delivered just before the last streaks of warmth were given to the world. Of this the animals took note and busied themselves with their autumn-time preparations, storing what food they could either within their dens or within themselves, or they simply fled their summer home and went to more hospitable climes.
So all the forest was alive and in a fuss as squirrels chattered at one another over the fallen nuts and acorns, as does met in harems to be guarded by their seasonal mates, and as geese and other birds gathered into great flocks so as to flee together. It was here the girl arrived, along the very edge of Blackthorn forest, breaking upon the change of tides that forced all to writhe in explicit ways, all for the sake of Balance. But she was not here to contemplate the way the world moved, or to even admire the bright flashes of gold and crimson; no, she was not even here upon her own will. There she stood on the edge of oblivion and looking in, drawn by the burden she wore upon her throat.
The heavy stone pulsed with its inner fire, glowing greenly as it directed her to the forest’s border, where field turned to brush and brush to trees. It was here that a task was demanded of her, of the sort Kaia could not understand. It had been so long since the stone last awoken, and that last time it merely reassured her and gave her good council, and so she left her homeland of Avani and her life of destitute disgrace to travel to a world she knew nothing of, to go against everything in her character and seek change when she wanted everything to stay the same, to back to how things had always been. But nothing ever remained the same, much to the herbalist’s dismay, and here she was weaving her way past bushes and groves so as to reach a destination she yet did not know.
All the way she grumbled, her brows knit tightly as she followed the geas that pulled at her throat and commanded her to follow like a good hound. What was she to do? She had tried to fight it when the pull first tugged upon the fringe of her consciousness, but the more she ignored it the sicker she felt, until she heaved all the contents of her stomach along the side of the road she had been working trying to earn an honest coin. Even then she did her best to remain firm, to ignore this foreign entity and its newly discovered desires, but then a great pressure was exerted just behind her eyes. It felt like her head would burst, and she cried out like a banshee, catching the attention of passing farmers and travelers. They looked upon her with raised brows and shook their heads without pity. Kaia was so embarrassed that she took to the fields and hid for some time, shivering against the pain that grew all the stronger.
Finely she could not take it any longer, and within a few minutes she was giving into the Earth Stone’s will. The act of following the direction of an inanimate object made her ill: she had no control in this venture, and she had to give all her spirit to this wretched thing. Had it ever done this to her mother? No, it could not have, as her mother never disappeared, and most definitely not because she was forced to do so by a piece of gaudy jewelry. So why was it doing this to her now? Had she gone insane? No, she was too stubborn for that, and Kaia knew it. She was not mad--well, not mentally so--but she was a hostage to the very decoration she wore. How weak did that maker her? She could not bare to answer that question, but she was not given a chance to, either, for suddenly the impulse to move released her and she fell instantly to her knees.
She caught herself upon a nearby tree, and she clung to its body with all her might. Brown, frizzy tendrils drifted past her eyes as she bowed her head and panted with mental exhaustion. She breathed deep, heavy breaths and tried her best to make her body relax, but to no avail. This entire thing had her worked up well past comfort, and there was little hope that her condition would improve until she knew just why she was here and why this goddess forsaken stone wanted her here in the first place. She got to her feet and dusted the dirt from the knees of her baggy trousers then strained her deep green tunic. Hazel shades then wondered about the forest edge, glancing here and there to see what this was all about. Now there was just that pounding urgency that made her pulse quicken and a dull pressure in the back of her head that threatened to rise should she balk. At this she sneered, but she could do nothing else: she dared not test this stone and its power.
The herbalist moved forward slowly, her boots crunching the few fallen leaves scattered underfoot. The wind whisked past her as it spun past tree trunks, rustling the leaves as it went. But with it came the a cry that made the hair on the back of the wisewoman’s neck stand on end. A great wail sprang into her ears, wrenching through the internal labyrinth of her auditory senses like a barbed screw, winding its way to the very center of her design so it could stab jagged nails deep into her. It began as a high keen that crescendoed with such speed and volume it seemed impossible that the owner of such a voice could continue without a bleeding throat, but the sound persisted, jumping up the scale to a shrill, sharp note barely perceivable by human ears before falling down with a strangled gurgle--then silence. Upon the first note, Kaia instinctively covered her ears and cringed against the force of the sonorous vibrations. The keening death cry--for it was too harsh to be anything less--made her stomach lurch and her heart sink, and all her body shook with terror and weakness.
What could cause a creature such pain as to make it cry in such a way? Honestly, Kaia had no desire to find out. This was not because she was a coward, but just plain common sense: you want to live, you hear something in the throes of death, you stay away from what you heard. But, then again, what got that poor thing was on the prowl, and the healer could be next. The thought was enough to make her shudder, and she looked about reflexively, her senses on the alert. She crouched low in an attempt to hide herself, and began to crawl along her belly to the source of the sound. At least she could make an attempt to see what caused all this.
She moved very slowly, inching along in painful increments, trying her best not to make a sound. Unfortunately, the Avanin was no mercenary nor a spy, and she had none of their cunning or skill. Even her hunting was limited to traps and speed, so things such as stealth were little known to her. So as she slithered to where she believed the origin of the cry resided, there was quite some rustling and twig-snapping. Each time she stopped and ducked her head, berating herself inwardly and cursing the horrid stone all the way. It was now quite plain to her that this is what the stone wanted, for it eased its grip on her the closer she got to the source. It seemed the damned thing wanted to get her killed. She just hoped she could deny it the chance.
After a long and painful journey on her belly--a trip that would have taken only a few seconds had she just walked normally--she came to a small clearing. She remained in the brush, peering into the tiny glen from under the cover of a holly bush, which pricked and poked at her menacingly. But she gave it no mind after she saw the devastation smeared across the golden-green grass. Before her were the remains of an aurochs, its guts strewn about like a grotesque party decoration, the slimy, bloody tubes glistening painfully where they festooned the grass and the nearby bushes. Its limbs were in disarray, and its head was yards away from the rest of its body, or, at least the bulk of it. What remained of the rest was reduced to dark bloody puddles, steaming in the chilled air. Bits of hide were everywhere, as were chunks of flesh.
And amongst it all stood a terrible creature, a huge monstrous beast that greatly resembled a large lion. Like a big cat, its body was long and sleek, covered in a sleek tawny coat spotted with dark brown splashes. And the way it crouched over the rump of the bull aurochs with its large claws exposed, sinking deep into the flesh, was all very feline-like, but there the resemblance ended. It had a massive head with large, round ears. The muzzle was short and wide, with huge teeth, and the eyes were set forward, large and slanted. The nose was very human-like, and it even had humanoid lips that stretched across its enormous teeth. Overall, the face resembled that of an ape stretched over the skull of a cat, and covered with the same short, sleek fur as the rest of the body. And then there was the tail, which curled around its body as it crouched over the massacred victim. The tail was long and slender, but it was tipped with a small round club covered with spikes. It was the tail that gave the creature away and caused Kaia’s heart to leap into her throat and threaten to escape through her mouth.
A manticore? This star blasted stone wants me to kill a manticore? she wailed mentally, screaming at the stone within the confines of her mind. But that little pressure in the back of her head did not leave or even waver, but she had the feeling that she was being stared down by a greater being, forced into submission, forced to do the things bidding. I hope you know that this will get me killed. But that is what you want, huh? This time the presence flared with green light, little tendrils striking at her thoughts, but not in a menacing way. Instead, the vines of light caressed her and reassured her, and she had the sense that the thing meant her no harm. Yet, here it was forcing her to go up against a manticore, a vile creature that killed not only for food but for sport, and its usual targets were not typically aurochs and other such animals, but sentient beings, such as humans. This must have been the stone’s reasoning, as well, as it flared again, this time with approval. At this the girl snorted--mentally, of course--and sunk down lower to the loam of the earth.
Well, now what was she going to do? Lay there all day and watch it consume the beast. Well, there was a thought, at least, but where she was made her an easy target, and it was by sheer luck that she was downwind of the beast. Well, at least it was lucky the beast did not catch scent of her; unfortunately for Kaia she could perceive the stench of death from the aurochs and the reek of rotten flesh from the manticore. If it was not for the fact that she had already emptied her stomach of all its contents, she was certain she would have done so then and there. But her initial thought was not something she really wanted to follow. She was an easy target, as she was easily pinned under the brush, and there was no way of knowing which direction the monster might take to leave the clearing.
Stifling a sigh, the girl wriggled away from her hiding spot, thanking the Mother that the manticore was so deeply involved in its gruesome meal that it did not even notice her. That at least allowed her the chance to walk a few paces out and extract the staff belted to her back from its bindings and the sickle tucked away in her workbag. These were her only weapons, as pathetic as they were, but they were all she had. She would have to make do and find a way to do away with the manticore with them, or else die. The latter was not an option: she had too much for which to live. This beast served no purpose, this wretched monster that consumed whole villages, leaving not a trace of its victims. It ate more than it could hold, and killed for fun only to consume its toy days later, after it had ripened in the bright sun. This Kaia had to stop, before it chose a sentient victim. She could not let it live, not now that she saw it, not now that she knew what its existence might mean. It was her responsibility to get rid of the thing, and that she would do. And the stone responded with a warm green-brown light.
So, with her mind made up and her heart hardened, the girl slowly stocked around the circle of trees, positioning herself just behind the beast. It took some time to get to her destination, all to ensure that she was not heard or scented, and once there she crouched low along the brushline, establishing a firm grip upon her staff and securing her sickle in her belt for easy access (she could not fight with both weapons/tools at once). Then she waited, waited for the thing to fill its belly to bursting and grow lazy. Perhaps, with luck, it would even fall asleep. This she could only pray for, and as she prayed she settled for a long sit down, watching with disgust as the monster devoured every bit of the aurochs.