R A Y O L U N' S . H U N T S
Solo: World Event
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words: 848
Prompt
Beliefs and Values
Prompt 3
Prompt 3
Solo or RP Format
Can be used toward Solo or RP req
Summer was drawing closer and closer and the different villages around Tendaji were beginning to plan their summer festivals. It was a tradition in Tendaji - to celebrate the Gods every year in the summer when spirits were high and food was at its most abundant.
All the races had their own gods to celebrate, whatever those might have been, and every person had their own feelings one way or the other.
What did they mean to you? With the summer fast approaching, it must be somewhere (no matter how small) on everyone’s thoughts. And what are your thoughts on the other culture’s gods?
Tendaji Gods
Shifters: The Shifters worship and revere the moon, whom they refer to as the goddess Serin. Their true connection to the moon has been disputed for as long as anyone can remember. They do not call it their creator. All they know is that, when the moon comes out, their skin turns silver. Clearly, they must be connected in some way.
Shifters believe in the existence of lesser gods (i.e. of rain, of tides, of forests, etc.), but the names of these lesser deities vary and are often quite personal to individuals. The earthlings recognize that others may call these same deities by different names, and accept them as the same gods with different titles.
Rayolun sat on the beach, listening to the early dawn sounds of life picking up behind him and the crash of the tide. His night time skin slowly darkened as the moon set, shifting between the pale blue white to the darker blue that gave his race their name. he barely noticed the change; it was what happened every day and was not actually something that could be felt.
A soft whistle off to the side made him glance over, a young matori boy from the nearby village stood nearby, a bit wide eyed.
“Woahhh.. you really do shift! Does that hurt? Do you feel it? Why do you change colors?” He asked, making a small smile tug at Ray’s lips.
“No to the first two and I never really thought of why. I’ve been told it is our connection to the moon and our goddess Serin though.” He turned to look back out at the sea. “What wakes you up so soon Jashi?”
The boy, small and scrawny with too prominent bones, sat down next to him. “Serin? We don’t have any gods by that name.” he said as he poked Rayolun’s now almost black skin, looking at the finger as if he expected to find paint on it.
“All the races have different beliefs so I’m not surprised you have different names and ideas.” He said absently, his dark grey eyes taking in the blossoming sunrise, it's pale pinks and yellows staining the clouds that glowed a pale purple.
“What d’ya mean?” A deeper voice asked from his other side. Rayolun smiled, it appeared all four of the young matori boys he’d run into a few days ago where out and about very early.
He smiled over at them; “The Alkidikes, a race of strong warrior women, are born directly from their goddess; a tree called Aisha. They believe in her alone. We shifters believe in Serin, our moon goddess. And there are a variety of other lesser gods that some of my kind believe in. Aineshi the East wind, Lori the storm lord are two that I also follow. It changes from tribe to tribe though.” As the boy’s settled about him, Rayolun gathered his thoughts. He knew of very little about religion, just words and rumors he’d heard through his travels. But surprisingly, he found that those small tidbits amounted to quite a bit.
“The leaf clans are very spiritual, though they worship no real one god. Instead for them every living thing has a spirit, some greater than others.
Further north the Wind and Ice tribes have similar beliefs. Bergchi, the icy mountain goddess, Ault, the sun god, are the main two. They also have a lot of smaller gods and spirits like we do.”
The boys looked at each other and then at him, Jashi voicing their question; “So.. which one’s real?”
He laughed; “They all are. Maybe some are the same just called other names, maybe they are all different and just powerful spirits who’ve gained power through time and our beliefs…. I am no shaman or mystic to seek out the secrets of the spirits.”
“But… that doesn’t make sense! Only one god could make the world! Right?” Ralio, Jashi’s younger and bigger brother piped up. “There can’t be multiple storm gods! We’ve got our Drach’ti! You said you followed uhh…."
“Aineshi.” Rayoln supplied the name. “And why can my Aineshi not be your Drachti and the oban’s Drach? Why should they be different?”
“Cause… the... names are different?”
“But are the god’s different? Wouldn’t it just be that we see different aspects of them due to our different lands and lives?”
“For someone who says he’s not a shaman you sure sound like one.” Jashi said with a laugh. “So what do you do to worship your Serin?”
Rayolun cleared his throat, embarrassed. “Um… Living alone in the jungles does give one a lot of time to contemplate… is all. As to what…”
How did he worship Serin? He had seen the festivals of the vilagers but never actually participated in them, preferring to keep his prayers and gifts to the gods between him and them. “Hmm.. well. I personally or my people?”
“Both! But mostly you.” The four boys all chimed up.
“I personally?” He sighed. “I have always seen the connection between us and the gods as a private one, what passes between us is for us alone… it always seemed fake when I saw the processions, the he elaborate shrines and gifts. The gods can see our hearts, they know our minds and thoughts.. so why try to bribe them? Sometimes, I do offer gifts as thanks, or when I request something. A .. trade of sorts.” Not that it had helped him find Lasarra…. But then perhaps Serin could not find her? After all, her light did not fall everywhere and if Lasarra did not go out at night.. maybe she couldn’t be found?
“My people though.. many of them think differently…” Rayolyn began to describe what he’d seen going on in cities and villages.
(finished June 8, 2015 (needed to be done by the end of june))
