Post by Gwenlyn Omenroot on Jan 9, 2009 18:51:48 GMT 1
"Land of immortals I wait for my day
to reach the wisdom of your skies."
- Rhapsody: Land of Immortals.
My roots sink deep into the soil of this cold ground that the natives seemingly call the Borean Tundra. Immediately I feel how the spirits that roam this place, invisible to the naked eye notice my call, and approach curiously. Silently I present my harmless intention that I merely wish to commune with them, that I mean not to endanger the place, that I have no ill will toward the life that treads this area.
The sensation is as intoxicating as I remember it.
She was right in that sense, right in that I’ve always desired to be closer to nature rather than to my own kin. Ever since I could first form my independent thoughts, I’ve longed for this connection. I feel complete now as I did when I first let the spirits guide me into changing into this form. With that in mind, my shando’s surprised look flashes before my mind’s eye – and once again I feel humbled by it. I hope I make him rightfully proud.
Kaldorei.
Her stark and to the point statement rings in my ears even if she is not present - I can almost feel her finger tapping on my chest. Yes, beneath the form, whether it be fur or feathers or bark, I am irrevocably Kaldorei. I am not truly the form I embrace, and in that I am satisfied. I’ve always dreaded the thought of losing myself in an animal form, forgetting who I were. Savagekin.
The leaves upon my tree form rustle in response to what should’ve been a cold shiver running down a spine encased in flesh and blood.
At least, I tell myself, now I am not in the form of an animal. Tree. Not feral. I am safe.
Safety.
A keyword. No responsibility.
Dog.
Without noticing at first, I nod in agreement. Yes, I think to myself. You’re right. I am a dog. For now. And as much as I wanted to disagree, her words rang true even as they were uttered. A Sentinel does as she’s told, follows orders, carries them out without disobedience or question. It was simple. It was as such careless. All I had to do was to kill the enemy, and try not to get killed in turn. I survived the war, and the war opened the door for me so that my dream could come true.
I’ve always had a care, always been humble, always listened before speaking.
But it hadn’t taken her a split second to figure me out. The blessing of age, I’ve always told myself - wisdom of those who’ve come before me. And it is that same wisdom that I’ve craved, desired. With listening comes hearing, with hearing comes understanding. I desire that wisdom still, but with that does come responsibility, as she said.
Maybe not a dog.
I retract my wooden lips into a faint smile and slowly close my eyes to better focus on the communion with the spirits. I’ve established contact with them, and I must honour them with listening, lest I go over what took place in the time I was alone with Kestrel and her wolf. I will ponder the words of truth once I’ve hopefully gotten the answers that shan’do and I are seeking.
With that I fold my bark covered hands, holding them against my chest as I bow my head.
Kaldorei.
to reach the wisdom of your skies."
- Rhapsody: Land of Immortals.
My roots sink deep into the soil of this cold ground that the natives seemingly call the Borean Tundra. Immediately I feel how the spirits that roam this place, invisible to the naked eye notice my call, and approach curiously. Silently I present my harmless intention that I merely wish to commune with them, that I mean not to endanger the place, that I have no ill will toward the life that treads this area.
The sensation is as intoxicating as I remember it.
She was right in that sense, right in that I’ve always desired to be closer to nature rather than to my own kin. Ever since I could first form my independent thoughts, I’ve longed for this connection. I feel complete now as I did when I first let the spirits guide me into changing into this form. With that in mind, my shando’s surprised look flashes before my mind’s eye – and once again I feel humbled by it. I hope I make him rightfully proud.
Kaldorei.
Her stark and to the point statement rings in my ears even if she is not present - I can almost feel her finger tapping on my chest. Yes, beneath the form, whether it be fur or feathers or bark, I am irrevocably Kaldorei. I am not truly the form I embrace, and in that I am satisfied. I’ve always dreaded the thought of losing myself in an animal form, forgetting who I were. Savagekin.
The leaves upon my tree form rustle in response to what should’ve been a cold shiver running down a spine encased in flesh and blood.
At least, I tell myself, now I am not in the form of an animal. Tree. Not feral. I am safe.
Safety.
A keyword. No responsibility.
Dog.
Without noticing at first, I nod in agreement. Yes, I think to myself. You’re right. I am a dog. For now. And as much as I wanted to disagree, her words rang true even as they were uttered. A Sentinel does as she’s told, follows orders, carries them out without disobedience or question. It was simple. It was as such careless. All I had to do was to kill the enemy, and try not to get killed in turn. I survived the war, and the war opened the door for me so that my dream could come true.
I’ve always had a care, always been humble, always listened before speaking.
But it hadn’t taken her a split second to figure me out. The blessing of age, I’ve always told myself - wisdom of those who’ve come before me. And it is that same wisdom that I’ve craved, desired. With listening comes hearing, with hearing comes understanding. I desire that wisdom still, but with that does come responsibility, as she said.
Maybe not a dog.
I retract my wooden lips into a faint smile and slowly close my eyes to better focus on the communion with the spirits. I’ve established contact with them, and I must honour them with listening, lest I go over what took place in the time I was alone with Kestrel and her wolf. I will ponder the words of truth once I’ve hopefully gotten the answers that shan’do and I are seeking.
With that I fold my bark covered hands, holding them against my chest as I bow my head.
Kaldorei.