Philomel
03-06-14, 06:18 AM
So I really don't know where to put this. It doesn't really fit under a thread in its own right, though it would be under Corone. I was thinking of putting it into the Wiki under "Fauns" but wasn't too sure. So it is here for now, until someone suggests somewhere intelligent for it to go.
Basically, I created the past history of the faun, from the first faun, called Pan because I am that original, and his relationship with the humans who first landed on Corone, which is where I have said fauns come from. Its in the form of an Epic poem because hells, my poetry is award-winning and I am being pompous.
Here we go. Have fun.
The Nature of the Faun
In the early days, before the dawn
Of humanoids, before they did spawn,
Had strolled northwards to Salvar -
Great creatures had wandered far.
There were mighty giants of renown
Who claimed the mountains as their own,
Then the sons of gods, beast and bird
Who came in all shapes, good and absurd
They so roamed far and long and wide,
Took the entire Althanas into their stride,
And into their midst a half-goat came,
A creature who was called Pan by name.
Hairy of leg and horned of head
He made the grasses his oyster bed
Intending to implant a pearl of insight
And show his strength, show his might.
As humans and elves and others wrought
Their destruction and then sought,
A peaceful home to call their own,
Pan had already his wicked seeds sown.
Upon Corona the humans did land,
And pulled their carved boats onto sand,
But there already the Father Faun stood,
And welcomed them as natives could.
He gave them bread and honey and milk
Traded hemp fabrics for their silk,
Sweet smiles gave he to no ends
And guided them into false pretence.
In his wicked eye they saw no wrong
Gave into his charming rhyme and song,
Danced to his pipes night and day
Sang of their new world as he stole away.
When the sun hung highest in the sky,
The good people let out a wretched cry,
For what was this that they did see?
But their elders covered in shit and wee.
And so the hunting horn did sound,
Sending a tremble through the ground,
Into the forest of Concordia,
Heard all over, both near and far.
Chasing, racing, charging they went,
With exceeding angered, malicious intent,
To hunt the beast that mocked them so,
The horned one, who could not say no,
To any challenge, ridiculous or strange,
His pipe’s song had a wicked range,
And challenged back with eager pride,
Knowing all was within his cloven stride.
Easily, so easily, he outwitted them all,
Letting them rise, then letting them fall,
Like a puppeteer he pulled their strings,
Their arms and legs and other things,
He bedded a human woman or three,
Forced a proud warrior to his knee,
For this was his land, it was his domain,
And Corone could never be the same.
As the years went and humanity spread,
Mischievous Pan was always just ahead,
He knew this world without limit,
Every wood, shore, pond, and everything in it.
In the mountains, eventually, he stopped,
And to his old hairy knees he dropped,
Sighed, exhausted to the ground,
Looked around him to all around.
Grey eyes stared past snow white hair,
Sighed out with less wicked despair,
For he was of great old age now,
And knew his time was running out.
So towards an ash tree he crept,
And to the Tree Goddess Drys he wept,
Prayed for his kind to not just end,
But for her a fauness to him send.
And thus Eden, the mother faun, was born,
Into this world with hair and horn,
She greeted Pan with a sacred smile,
And they mated for many a while,
Fucked and drank and danced their way,
To a heaven where only they could stay.
Eight healthy children had they soon,
Then Pan begged of Drys one last boon,
To give his family a perfect bliss,
Before he died - would that be amiss?
And so, to them, paradise was given,
In the form of a sweet earthly heaven.
Basically, I created the past history of the faun, from the first faun, called Pan because I am that original, and his relationship with the humans who first landed on Corone, which is where I have said fauns come from. Its in the form of an Epic poem because hells, my poetry is award-winning and I am being pompous.
Here we go. Have fun.
The Nature of the Faun
In the early days, before the dawn
Of humanoids, before they did spawn,
Had strolled northwards to Salvar -
Great creatures had wandered far.
There were mighty giants of renown
Who claimed the mountains as their own,
Then the sons of gods, beast and bird
Who came in all shapes, good and absurd
They so roamed far and long and wide,
Took the entire Althanas into their stride,
And into their midst a half-goat came,
A creature who was called Pan by name.
Hairy of leg and horned of head
He made the grasses his oyster bed
Intending to implant a pearl of insight
And show his strength, show his might.
As humans and elves and others wrought
Their destruction and then sought,
A peaceful home to call their own,
Pan had already his wicked seeds sown.
Upon Corona the humans did land,
And pulled their carved boats onto sand,
But there already the Father Faun stood,
And welcomed them as natives could.
He gave them bread and honey and milk
Traded hemp fabrics for their silk,
Sweet smiles gave he to no ends
And guided them into false pretence.
In his wicked eye they saw no wrong
Gave into his charming rhyme and song,
Danced to his pipes night and day
Sang of their new world as he stole away.
When the sun hung highest in the sky,
The good people let out a wretched cry,
For what was this that they did see?
But their elders covered in shit and wee.
And so the hunting horn did sound,
Sending a tremble through the ground,
Into the forest of Concordia,
Heard all over, both near and far.
Chasing, racing, charging they went,
With exceeding angered, malicious intent,
To hunt the beast that mocked them so,
The horned one, who could not say no,
To any challenge, ridiculous or strange,
His pipe’s song had a wicked range,
And challenged back with eager pride,
Knowing all was within his cloven stride.
Easily, so easily, he outwitted them all,
Letting them rise, then letting them fall,
Like a puppeteer he pulled their strings,
Their arms and legs and other things,
He bedded a human woman or three,
Forced a proud warrior to his knee,
For this was his land, it was his domain,
And Corone could never be the same.
As the years went and humanity spread,
Mischievous Pan was always just ahead,
He knew this world without limit,
Every wood, shore, pond, and everything in it.
In the mountains, eventually, he stopped,
And to his old hairy knees he dropped,
Sighed, exhausted to the ground,
Looked around him to all around.
Grey eyes stared past snow white hair,
Sighed out with less wicked despair,
For he was of great old age now,
And knew his time was running out.
So towards an ash tree he crept,
And to the Tree Goddess Drys he wept,
Prayed for his kind to not just end,
But for her a fauness to him send.
And thus Eden, the mother faun, was born,
Into this world with hair and horn,
She greeted Pan with a sacred smile,
And they mated for many a while,
Fucked and drank and danced their way,
To a heaven where only they could stay.
Eight healthy children had they soon,
Then Pan begged of Drys one last boon,
To give his family a perfect bliss,
Before he died - would that be amiss?
And so, to them, paradise was given,
In the form of a sweet earthly heaven.