Post by Roan on Oct 29, 2008 19:36:38 GMT -5
OOC: I'd prefer Fenrir first post since she's speaking to him. But if Willow is around I wouldn't mind meeting her, so she can also hop in right away. Other than that I ask that you ask me if you want first post, and at least let Fenrir have first if I say no.
Fenrir. Grandsire. Lord of the Woods. Where are you?
Hauntingly her voice echoed out across the Woods stretching further than it ever had before. Since the first time she had allowed her mind to wash over the land and seek to touch the consciousness of others it had grown stronger. Just as she had grown stronger as a lycan since that day she came seeking the man she did now. Over a year had passed and Roan had traveled far and wide over the earth. Her paws had seen many types of ground be they the hot sands of the desert or the gnarled earth of the jungles to the south. She had traveled north, east, and south and seen many great things. But even the deepest jungles could not compare to the level of nature and connection she felt in Fenrir’s Woods.
It was not Roan in her human form that was walking under the trees that morning. The errant light through the trees danced upon her grey-brown fur as she thoughtfully made her way through the brush. Not many saw Roan in her wolf form as she usually preferred to be human to those she spoke to. With the way society viewed the lycans due to the Ministry’s general decrees she would be looked down upon as an animal. Few people would get to see the wild beauty in the wolf’s form and the passion behind her golden eyes. With grace and litheness that could only be possessed by their species Roan moved through the Woods seeking the one member of the pack she knew she had. The one thing she could consider family.
Once she considered herself far enough from the Wood’s edge the wolf laid down on her stomach and closed her golden eyes. The odd telepathy her kind possessed rippled out again, sending a message to the one she sought.
Long have I been gone from this place but I wish it no more. A lone wolf I have traveled seeking a purpose in my life and always I wander my way back here. Though I did not wish it in my past I know now my future and home is within these Woods. Fenrir, I come back for good this time. No longer will I walk the errant path far from friend or foe to escape my fear. I wish to be forgiven for my trespass of leaving so far from our pack and to take my place back where I belong.
Roan’s voice was steady and calm and bore wisdom one could only gain with age. And she was much older mentally then she had been the moment she had been bitten. At that moment her life had been over and Roan was splintered and broken into desperation. But Fenrir had been right: she had gained something few could ever hope for in a lifetime. No human or wizard could imagine the strength and change that came with lycanthropy. The strong sense of pack and the familiarity of nature. Wherever Roan had gone in her travels she had always found some security under the trees or where life ran free. Nobody could feel that wild urge to break free from rules and run, to be a part of life. Being a lycan had changed her and had given her purpose where before she had only vengeance.
I know I have erred in my past. These trees have felt pain at my hands and I knew nothing of it at the time. But I have changed from the enemy you knew Fenrir. This change has given me the ability to forgive and I hope it has given you the same. I know I have not been around as much since the day I was bitten. But I believe I am through that darkness in my life, and I wish for nothing else to tear me away from here.
Not even knowing if her words met the ears of the Lord of the Woods or other lycans around Roan stopped and waited. He always came, be it for his revenge on those wronging his home or to answer the call of those who sought them. Fenrir guarded these lands and she hoped he would not deny her what she sought. The wolf threw back her head and let out an eerie howl that hit the air and made the Woods go silent. One who had strayed so far from nature’s path had returned.
Fenrir. Grandsire. Lord of the Woods. Where are you?
Hauntingly her voice echoed out across the Woods stretching further than it ever had before. Since the first time she had allowed her mind to wash over the land and seek to touch the consciousness of others it had grown stronger. Just as she had grown stronger as a lycan since that day she came seeking the man she did now. Over a year had passed and Roan had traveled far and wide over the earth. Her paws had seen many types of ground be they the hot sands of the desert or the gnarled earth of the jungles to the south. She had traveled north, east, and south and seen many great things. But even the deepest jungles could not compare to the level of nature and connection she felt in Fenrir’s Woods.
It was not Roan in her human form that was walking under the trees that morning. The errant light through the trees danced upon her grey-brown fur as she thoughtfully made her way through the brush. Not many saw Roan in her wolf form as she usually preferred to be human to those she spoke to. With the way society viewed the lycans due to the Ministry’s general decrees she would be looked down upon as an animal. Few people would get to see the wild beauty in the wolf’s form and the passion behind her golden eyes. With grace and litheness that could only be possessed by their species Roan moved through the Woods seeking the one member of the pack she knew she had. The one thing she could consider family.
Once she considered herself far enough from the Wood’s edge the wolf laid down on her stomach and closed her golden eyes. The odd telepathy her kind possessed rippled out again, sending a message to the one she sought.
Long have I been gone from this place but I wish it no more. A lone wolf I have traveled seeking a purpose in my life and always I wander my way back here. Though I did not wish it in my past I know now my future and home is within these Woods. Fenrir, I come back for good this time. No longer will I walk the errant path far from friend or foe to escape my fear. I wish to be forgiven for my trespass of leaving so far from our pack and to take my place back where I belong.
Roan’s voice was steady and calm and bore wisdom one could only gain with age. And she was much older mentally then she had been the moment she had been bitten. At that moment her life had been over and Roan was splintered and broken into desperation. But Fenrir had been right: she had gained something few could ever hope for in a lifetime. No human or wizard could imagine the strength and change that came with lycanthropy. The strong sense of pack and the familiarity of nature. Wherever Roan had gone in her travels she had always found some security under the trees or where life ran free. Nobody could feel that wild urge to break free from rules and run, to be a part of life. Being a lycan had changed her and had given her purpose where before she had only vengeance.
I know I have erred in my past. These trees have felt pain at my hands and I knew nothing of it at the time. But I have changed from the enemy you knew Fenrir. This change has given me the ability to forgive and I hope it has given you the same. I know I have not been around as much since the day I was bitten. But I believe I am through that darkness in my life, and I wish for nothing else to tear me away from here.
Not even knowing if her words met the ears of the Lord of the Woods or other lycans around Roan stopped and waited. He always came, be it for his revenge on those wronging his home or to answer the call of those who sought them. Fenrir guarded these lands and she hoped he would not deny her what she sought. The wolf threw back her head and let out an eerie howl that hit the air and made the Woods go silent. One who had strayed so far from nature’s path had returned.