Learning the Ways.

Jetamio · Post by **Jetamio** » Thu Feb 07, 2008 5:17 pm

The Druid closed her eyes as the old man still condemned her. She heard the words spoken and opened her eyes again to see her husband turn to look at her with pain etched on her face. Did even he now condemn her as a witch?
How could she tell them of the outside world when even the slightest difference made them afraid. What would they do if the forces of Discord ever did make it to these shores. She glanced over her shoulder as Ankari appeared holding her newborn sister. The raven haired elven woman met the the golden eyes so like her own, but she said nothing. Jetamio simply nodded slightly as if some unspoken signal had passed between them. She looked back at Stormfollower again, her own face now mirroring his.
With a heavy heart she unbound their souls as he had once requested, releasing him of the burden of deciding her fate. She should have known better, the Mother had plans for her. She had a war to fight, a bigger part to play in the world. Jetamio desired little more than to be a mother and wife, but she had been born into her role. She would live forever, and he would die someday, leaving her alone again.
She glanced around the crowd, many of which she had come to know fairly well during her months of confinement, before she looked back to her husband. She would not make him choose between her and his people. They had made their choice as far as she was concerned. She was an outsider, and always would be. But she would not deny him his people, even if they did not want her. She would return to the plains for now, until she was ready to find that which she had hidden years ago.

"You know where to find me." Her voice trembled ever so slightly, only noticeable to those who knew her well. Then she took Ankari's hand, and touched the hand of Cionaodh before uttering a spell and the three of them disappeared in wisp of golden smoke.

Stormfollower · Post by **Stormfollower** » Fri Feb 08, 2008 2:19 pm

Stormfollower fell to his knees. A day which should have been remebered with joy and celebration was now marked forever with dismay. He howled his aguish to the new rising moon just as it slipped behind a dark cloud. His people left him with his grief. He wrapped himself in it like a blaket, clutching it close for warmth. And he wept and as he wept so did the sky. Small drops of rain hit against the soft ground of the plaza. "Jetamio." He wispered through his tears and as he spoke her name the rain fell apon him in a deluge.
"Spirits save us if she leaves beyond our reach."
Heavy rolled the thunder and the rain came pouring down. Stormfollower sat alone now before his empty house. His head cast down and his hair a dripping curtain for his sorrow. As the night grew darker and the wolves of the woods crept out for their hunt, Stormfollower rose to join them, the pressure of his duty and the sadness of his wifes leaving fell away from him as he drew the form of the manwolf around him. And off he dashed into the vernal wood there to continue his lessons on the cruel but just laws of nature.

Stormfollower · Post by **Stormfollower** » Thu Feb 14, 2008 6:48 pm

Through the underbrush he crashed his soul aflame. All around him he found her, just as she had promised. Her mirth echoed in the dancing stream her smile mirrored in the pure glint from the moon through the trees. The mist form the forest her breath and the whispers of the breeze her words. The silken beauty of her dashed across his senses as he ran. Indefatigably he dashed on to catch the pack. The rain had lessened and a howl from the distance committed him to a slight change of course. He knew where to find her, she was all around. Yet up ahead with the racing, snapping, growling, barking, boisterous hunt that is where he would seek her this night. He raced on now full of purpose. This was their way and he knew she had embraced it. He would join her in the wilds only there they could be truly whole. The full moon was calling. Stormfollower feasted on his breaths now and hurdled himself headlong into the night. A blur of form in motion the manwolf exploded a trail deep into the heart of the coniferous low lying mountainous passes of Red Urchin Island.

Jetamio · Post by **Jetamio** » Fri Feb 15, 2008 1:32 am

In the heart of that boreal forest a huge black wolf watched the man-wolf with golden eyes. She was a lone wolf, she ran with no pack. She was the biggest wolf ever seen in these woods, her long shaggy coat deceptively silky. Yet for all her size she seemed partly insubstantial, her form shimmering slightly as though part spirit.
As he crashed through the undergrowth down the trial, the black she-wolf rose her nose to the full moon and added her melancholy howl to the wolfsong of the pack.

Stormfollower · Post by **Stormfollower** » Fri Feb 15, 2008 2:48 pm

He heard her howl, and it froze him in his tracks. Her whole soul was revealed with that smoky call, but only the mountain itself was old enough to hear her objectively. The Shaman could only sence in it the vaguest of meanings. Stormfollower answered her back with his own plaintive howl...
~Why must she be a lone wolf? Why could she not run with his pack?~ The steam rose from his panting form and joined with the mist of the forest. In the silence he listened for her responce, his keen werewolf enhanced sences absorbing everything in those woods in minute detail.

Jetamio · Post by **Jetamio** » Fri Feb 15, 2008 3:42 pm

The other wolves fell silent at her song. She was an outsider, and wolves were known to kill those who trespassed upon their territory. But the black wolf did not fear them, for none of them could truly touch her anyway - except one. One who despite loving her, would likely never truly understand her either. No one could, she was unique. She howled again her song of independance. The pack did not accept her.

Stormfollower · Post by **Stormfollower** » Sat Feb 16, 2008 2:31 am

Her second howl came to him as a shock. A cry for independance was unheard of amoungst the children of Her northern auroras. For alone none could survive the most trying of climates. The Law was clear.. The strength of the wolf was the pack, the strength of the pack the wolf.
Did he dicern her tone correctly? ~The pack did not accept her~ Ludicrouse! They had welcomed her into thier tribe. She had eaten of thier food. The few old fools who had shunned and slandered her would pay for there insolence! He was the pack, and the pack was him. Why could she not see the hundreds of young souls who looked apon her with love? And what of the admiration from the families whos fishers she had saved who worshiped her as a hero? Why would she choose to listen to those few whose voices spoke from the past, When it was he who spoke to her of love and the future? Was it over for them too? Did those frightened, isolate, elderly few drive a wedge between them now? A series of yips and howls bespoke the many questions racing through his heightened mind.

Jetamio · Post by **Jetamio** » Sat Feb 16, 2008 12:50 pm

The black wolf stopped, her breath mingling with the mist. Her presense forged a wedge between the young and the old, between the people. Love and acceptance were different things. She lay down sphinx like on the mulchy forest floor.

Stormfollower · Post by **Stormfollower** » Sun Feb 17, 2008 12:19 am

He heard no responce from the black wolf and he senced her lie down. His heart yearned for him to rush to her, yet his spirit called for him to leave. Taking flight once more through the underbrush the black werewolf ran into the night. The pack was incomplete without its leader. So there he lopped. He fit snug into that puzzle. A piece of its perfect whole. She was complete within herself, and so would understand. A parting call rang out as he dashed away. A howl that was not so mournfull, yet its message was not happy. ~farewell my love, keep well my only heart.~

Jetamio · Post by **Jetamio** » Sun Feb 17, 2008 1:51 pm

She sensed him leave and she stood again as an anguished howl tore loose from her throat silencing the forest once more. She sang again her wolfsong of love and dispair, the pain it always seemed to bring her. Nothning she did seemed right, always duty over love. He was a leader, the alpha male. As his mate she should have been alpha female. But she was a lone wolf, too wild to be tamed even by the wild. She would often run alongside a pack, but she never ran with one.