Post by Udyr, The Animal Spirit on Oct 30, 2010 21:00:52 GMT -5
The bare-chested villager took a step forward and grabbed the kneeling captive by his hair, wrenching his head back and leaning close.
“You've made a mistake today. These lands belong to our tribe, as they have forever. To trespass is blasphemous enough, but you dare to kill what nature has created for nothing but thrills?”
The guide managed a quick glance to his left, where the three Americans he'd been leading were kneeling beside him, bleeding and sobbing.
“We had no idea we were on Ienic land! Please! Just let us go and we'll never come back! I swear! We're so sorry!”
The others chimed in with apologies and pleas for mercy while the villager sneered and started to chuckle.
“Your ignorance changes nothing. The laws of nature are universal. You will suffer for your crimes.”
With that, he dropped the man to the ground and walked back to the circle he'd come from. No one moved, and all eyes were on the tent at the far end of the clearing.
As if on cue, the flap opened and a giant of a man stepped out. He stood well over seven feet, and half as broad, with deep piercing eyes and gray hair with a matching scraggly beard. He wore a red wolf's fur on his head, the skull nestled on his forehead. His robe was black with intricate runes and symbols sewn on. He strode toward the pathetic group, sneering and savoring the moment at the same time. He lived to do nature's work, but he liked it even more when there was punishment to dole out.
He was Udyr, Shaman of the Ienic tribe. Keeper of knowledge unknown to any other living being. He was The Animal Spirit, capable of awe inspiring feats and terrifying fury. Never had he met any who could best him.
He stopped several feet from the captives and stared solemnly at the ground. Closing his eyes, he began to chant and sway. After a few seconds he calmly looked up and smiled.
“Goodbye.”
He withdrew his hands from the bowl, checking for any leftover blood. He wiped his hands on a towel and turned toward his bed.
“This is the path that has been chosen for me.”
“Holy One,” the man at the front of his tent whispered, looking distraught, “who will protect these lands if you leave?”
“You all will do a fine job. These lands are well kept and cared for by this village. I've no doubt about it's safety. But there are places where Nature has been forgotten, torn down and trampled on, and I will not stand for it. Mankind seems intent to bury nature under cement and steel. This I cannot abide.”
“I understand.”
The man bowed and left.
Udyr laid down and closed his eyes.
He needed rest if he was to leave in the morning.
“You've made a mistake today. These lands belong to our tribe, as they have forever. To trespass is blasphemous enough, but you dare to kill what nature has created for nothing but thrills?”
The guide managed a quick glance to his left, where the three Americans he'd been leading were kneeling beside him, bleeding and sobbing.
“We had no idea we were on Ienic land! Please! Just let us go and we'll never come back! I swear! We're so sorry!”
The others chimed in with apologies and pleas for mercy while the villager sneered and started to chuckle.
“Your ignorance changes nothing. The laws of nature are universal. You will suffer for your crimes.”
With that, he dropped the man to the ground and walked back to the circle he'd come from. No one moved, and all eyes were on the tent at the far end of the clearing.
As if on cue, the flap opened and a giant of a man stepped out. He stood well over seven feet, and half as broad, with deep piercing eyes and gray hair with a matching scraggly beard. He wore a red wolf's fur on his head, the skull nestled on his forehead. His robe was black with intricate runes and symbols sewn on. He strode toward the pathetic group, sneering and savoring the moment at the same time. He lived to do nature's work, but he liked it even more when there was punishment to dole out.
He was Udyr, Shaman of the Ienic tribe. Keeper of knowledge unknown to any other living being. He was The Animal Spirit, capable of awe inspiring feats and terrifying fury. Never had he met any who could best him.
He stopped several feet from the captives and stared solemnly at the ground. Closing his eyes, he began to chant and sway. After a few seconds he calmly looked up and smiled.
“Goodbye.”
He withdrew his hands from the bowl, checking for any leftover blood. He wiped his hands on a towel and turned toward his bed.
“This is the path that has been chosen for me.”
“Holy One,” the man at the front of his tent whispered, looking distraught, “who will protect these lands if you leave?”
“You all will do a fine job. These lands are well kept and cared for by this village. I've no doubt about it's safety. But there are places where Nature has been forgotten, torn down and trampled on, and I will not stand for it. Mankind seems intent to bury nature under cement and steel. This I cannot abide.”
“I understand.”
The man bowed and left.
Udyr laid down and closed his eyes.
He needed rest if he was to leave in the morning.
