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Cool, the boarders of AniWaya are right were Cwmfen was prior to this thread... Let’s say that she’s at the North Eastern boarder, OuO
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Cwmfen nic Graine walked silently upon the darkened lands. The snow fell heavily, but the wind was minimal. The world was gradually being suffocated by a blanket of cold, and it lay tranquilly to accept this inevitable fate. She felt, then, closer to the world, for her own life, it seemed, had taken a similar road. A light sigh escaped her, releasing a white cloud into the world. She knew not what was in her own mind. She walked quietly, deep in thought. The Long Nights had ended. She had lain with Haku, and he, inadvertently perhaps, had initiated her into womanhood. But she had to admit that she had felt more than that with their joining that night. The chocolate male had intrigued her—it was his superiority among others, but his dark personality too—but he was not available to her, for he belonged to Firefly. She admitted envy towards the other female of her pack, but she admitted it quietly. She would not let such a thing get in the way of their own relationship. She was sure that there would be some one for her some day, and that would be good enough for now.
It was strange and frightening, too, for she had found her dream animal. Indeed, it should have been a relief, an event worthy of celebration. But its form was what frightened her. Raven. Perhaps it was merely coincidence? She’d like to think so.... Indeed, the Raven was not completely an ill omen: skill, cunning, single-mindedness, bringer of knowledge. The raven taught one to learn from the past, not to hold onto it. But the Raven was also trickery, conflict, death and war. Indeed, despite its ambiguity and ill-omen, the Raven seemed to suit her well.... Or perhaps it merely foreshadowed a darker fate. Corvus. She thought of her father. The crow wolf...
Perhaps it was merely coincidence....
The crows cawed about her in the woods. The warrior paused, her white orbs turning towards the snowing heavens. One raven had followed her, its deep croaking unique from the lighter calls of crows. Its pied plumage haunted her memories, and she knew that he would be accompanying her until she died. The raven, however, had its left eye missing, and she wondered why her companion had been chosen thusly.... More ill-omens? Despite its ominous appearance, the Raven had already given her a dream. She dreamt of a tribe newly formed, a tribe lead by a warrior female. She wondered why the Raven had chosen to show this vision to her, and so she now searched for this tribe.
Cwmfen traveled in luperci form, bearing in her hand a newly made spear. The shaft was decorated patiently and beautifully with designs much like the ones that covered her own body. The blade of the spear held the image of her dream animal, the raven. It would be her emblem from now on, a source of her power and pride. Tied to the flute that held the blade was a raven’s feather, the tip dipped in read, a token of her kills. A identically decorated feather was tied in her mane—a kill feather. It seemed that now she had passed the rites of womanhood, she had grown into a warrior worthy of her skill. She stood proudly now upon the boarders of AniWaya, though she knew not where she was, and wondered at it. This place was so far from Dahlia de Mai. Planting the spear into the ground, Cwmfen nic Graine howled into snow-filled sky, calling, wondering, for this leader of whom she had dreamt. The dual coloured raven called as her voice died in the wind, and landed upon the arm that held the spear. The white orbs turned to look upon the raven, and she found that it did not frighten her any longer. He clicked his beak, a mischievous glint in his inky eye, but was silent as they waited together.
Cool, the boarders of AniWaya are right were Cwmfen was prior to this thread... Let’s say that she’s at the North Eastern boarder, OuO
500+
Cwmfen nic Graine walked silently upon the darkened lands. The snow fell heavily, but the wind was minimal. The world was gradually being suffocated by a blanket of cold, and it lay tranquilly to accept this inevitable fate. She felt, then, closer to the world, for her own life, it seemed, had taken a similar road. A light sigh escaped her, releasing a white cloud into the world. She knew not what was in her own mind. She walked quietly, deep in thought. The Long Nights had ended. She had lain with Haku, and he, inadvertently perhaps, had initiated her into womanhood. But she had to admit that she had felt more than that with their joining that night. The chocolate male had intrigued her—it was his superiority among others, but his dark personality too—but he was not available to her, for he belonged to Firefly. She admitted envy towards the other female of her pack, but she admitted it quietly. She would not let such a thing get in the way of their own relationship. She was sure that there would be some one for her some day, and that would be good enough for now.
It was strange and frightening, too, for she had found her dream animal. Indeed, it should have been a relief, an event worthy of celebration. But its form was what frightened her. Raven. Perhaps it was merely coincidence? She’d like to think so.... Indeed, the Raven was not completely an ill omen: skill, cunning, single-mindedness, bringer of knowledge. The raven taught one to learn from the past, not to hold onto it. But the Raven was also trickery, conflict, death and war. Indeed, despite its ambiguity and ill-omen, the Raven seemed to suit her well.... Or perhaps it merely foreshadowed a darker fate. Corvus. She thought of her father. The crow wolf...
Perhaps it was merely coincidence....
The crows cawed about her in the woods. The warrior paused, her white orbs turning towards the snowing heavens. One raven had followed her, its deep croaking unique from the lighter calls of crows. Its pied plumage haunted her memories, and she knew that he would be accompanying her until she died. The raven, however, had its left eye missing, and she wondered why her companion had been chosen thusly.... More ill-omens? Despite its ominous appearance, the Raven had already given her a dream. She dreamt of a tribe newly formed, a tribe lead by a warrior female. She wondered why the Raven had chosen to show this vision to her, and so she now searched for this tribe.
Cwmfen traveled in luperci form, bearing in her hand a newly made spear. The shaft was decorated patiently and beautifully with designs much like the ones that covered her own body. The blade of the spear held the image of her dream animal, the raven. It would be her emblem from now on, a source of her power and pride. Tied to the flute that held the blade was a raven’s feather, the tip dipped in read, a token of her kills. A identically decorated feather was tied in her mane—a kill feather. It seemed that now she had passed the rites of womanhood, she had grown into a warrior worthy of her skill. She stood proudly now upon the boarders of AniWaya, though she knew not where she was, and wondered at it. This place was so far from Dahlia de Mai. Planting the spear into the ground, Cwmfen nic Graine howled into snow-filled sky, calling, wondering, for this leader of whom she had dreamt. The dual coloured raven called as her voice died in the wind, and landed upon the arm that held the spear. The white orbs turned to look upon the raven, and she found that it did not frighten her any longer. He clicked his beak, a mischievous glint in his inky eye, but was silent as they waited together.