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A new Seer

Started by Choohan, December 11, 2007, 12:54:17 PM

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Choohan

(( Posting to celebrate my new rank as Seer of the blades  ;D ))

"Enta'."

The voice sounded different, somehow distant. Raála pulled away the peice of fabric that was the tents door and stepped inside. The first thing he noticed was the absence of light, the big tent was only lightened by the fading remains of a fireplace in its center. Small sparks sporadicly flew up from the clowing pieces of coal. A dark, shady figure sat at the opposit site of the tent, it was the shaman who had sent for him.

Raála could not make out much of of his looks, he seemed to be wrapped in a blanket of some sort and his face was cowered by a wolfmask, atleast that's what Raála thought. The lack of light and the smoke that filed the tent made all details blurry.

"Come young warrior, sit."

Raála sat down on the floor.

"Throm'ka seer. I was told you wished to speak with me, may I as..."

"Last night ya had a dream, correct?"

The eyes of the shaman seemed to glow with a pae yellow light as he fixed his gaze on Raála.

"Yes, I did. How did you..."

"Oh we all 'ave dreams, young warrior. Now, tell me about yers."

For a second a flame rose from the near burned out fire, casting some light at the shaman. Raála could see that he had a staff in the shape of a serpent in his lap.

" I dreamt I was in a glade in the woods, at dusk it must have been for I could see the sun setting bewtween the trees. Infront of me stood a wolf, but this was a wolf like none I've ever seen. It was white as snow, apart from the eyes, those eyes...They were blacker then the darkest night, it was as if light itself feared them and hid from them.

The wolf stood there, seemingliy unaware of me, looking in between the trees. And out from the trees came a beast that I had never seen before. It was as big as the wolf but it had nothing of the beauty of a wolf. It had dark fur, a long tail and black claws. It snarled and growled as it slowly walked towards the wolf. It stopped and the two beasts stared at eachother for what seemed like an age. Then, as if on a given signal, they launched themself at eachother.

The battle that followed was a pure show of raw power. Claws and fangs ripped in flesh with a speed that seemed out of this world. I do not know how long the battle lasted but the sun was now gone, yet there was light left in the glade, it seemed to come from the ground and the trees themself.

The other beast gave up a one last growl as the wolf sunk its long fangs into it throat and bit down hard, then all was still. The wolf was no longer white, it was red, coweredfrom nose to tail in its own and its fallen enemys blood. The wolf threw its head back and gave up a howl. A more victorious and proud sound has never been heard in this world and from all around came answering howls, houndreds of them.

Suddenly the wolf turned and looked straight at me for just a split second and then I woke up."

Raála felt coold even thou it was a warm summernight outside and even warmed within the tent. The shaman picked up something from a bowl to his left and threw it in the remains of the fire. Bright red flames flew up and dark, crimson smoke filled the tent in seconds.

"The wolf ya saw, did it look like this?"

The shamans voice seemed to come from all around Raála and the he almost fell backwards. Infront of him was the wolf he had seen in his dream, once again its fur was bright white and it wore no signs or wounds of battle. Suddenly the smoke faded and the image of the wolf with it.

"Yer eyes answer my question, ya don' have to tell me."

The light in the shamans eyes were now burning with a light like the fullmoon.

"Ya got a gift, young warrior. A gift of foresight."

"Me? But why me? I am no shaman, I know nothing of the ways of the spirits or how to talk to them."

"I said ya had a gift, not all gifts." A grin spread across the shamans lips "Yer dream tells of battle an' I have no doubt wha' the wolf stands for."

"It's us aint it? It's the tribe!"

The shaman noded.

"Aye, it is. An' it seems we are to win the battle ahead! Now, tell me more about this beast the wolf slayed"

Claws

Bah just your imagination.
;)

Nice yarn.
True Blood
Once a Blade Always a Blade.

Retired Right hand of the Blades.
Lived enough to be older and wiser then many pup's

Remember a journey is not a final destination.

Ugluhk

(( truly seer story! this is what we do. So, if your intrested i joining us, Talk to me or Azuril! ))
Once a pup, always a pup :'(
Offical BUCKET HEAD!
Ugleh, Zhurd, Nose and now Gorback

Hakon

((Hey, good one! That was really interesting! :) ))

Gharkfang

((Good story.. Just.. Why not.. bleh. Seers..  ::) )
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