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 Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 12:56 pm
It took a while before Fute was finally able to look up again, but at last he did, and his eyes took in a panting Sol-Lun. Quite odd. He'd not found it to be overly hot around here. A little feverish maybe, but nothing beyond that. "Are you okay?" he questioned, wondering exactly what was happening.
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 6:51 pm
Sol-Lun's tongue was dry and a wave of sorrow washed over him. While he knew this cub had nothing to do with the death of his mother, he was a very vivid reminder.
"You...you..." he stammered, unable to get the words out, so deep ran his shock. "You are one with the Flames, cub."
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 7:02 pm
He watched as suddenly the wolf stammered, efforting dearly to answering his proposal. One with the flames? Just what was he on about? Was he ill? He shoved the thoughts of everything else behind him, then seeked forth the true situation at hand. "Are you okay? Are you ill? What do you mean by, one with the flames? I-" His words came to a dead halt, no more being able to escape from his maw. Terribly confuscious a delema, this had come to be. It put a damper on the moment, really.
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 7:07 pm
Rather than answering his question directly, Sol-Lun instead directed the Wind. "Wind, ruffle the pelt of our spotted... Brother." It pained him to include this firey devil in what he felt was an exclusive Brotherhood, but the cub had not proven himself malicious and Sol-Lun felt the need to give him the benefit of the doubt.
The Wind did as directed, but wondered a bit at the Brother's round about tactics.
"As I speak with the Wind, so you too can speak with the Flames. And as I heal by means of the Wind," as he spoke, he delved Fute again, washing away his fatigue, "so you too may heal one day, by the grace of the Flame."
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 7:47 pm
As he listened carefully to the speech the wise wolf made, he became more flabergasted by the second, eyes widening but otherwise his entire self efforting to remain calm. It was becoming clearer now, but only by a small morsel. Large enough to exist, but small enough to go almost entirely unnoticed. The transition wasn't expected, and it took a moment for him to even bring forth a response from his stunned lungs. "Heal? By means of fire? And speak....to fire? I'm not too sure I even understand. Even with such blatant terms." Sincere eyes pleaded for further explanation. "What does this all mean? Is this...is this some-some sort of-" His thoughts searched profusely for the right wording placement. "-some sort of power thing? You can't honestly be talking about some sort of spirit-thing, are you? That'd mean-" He stopped. Enough blabbering. A jumble of everything started whirling in his head, and abruptly he felt an odd sensation like he'd never had occur before. It made his mind weak, and it felt like he was reliving the moments of his dream once more...
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Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2006 7:53 pm
"It would mean that you are like me... Is that such a bad thing to be, cub?" He did his best to smile, but it appeared as more of a wince. "I could lead you, if you so wished. We would need to find a man-village though... or another source of fire."
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 4:52 pm
Like him? Did he mean.....a Shaman? Fute couldn't believe what he was hearing. And yet, it all really seemed to make sense. Strange occurances, bad dreams, it all had to mean SOMETHING. It wouldn't just pop out of nowhere like that. He nodded in response. "Do you mean to say that I am a Shaman? ... And in any case, please, do lead me..." He passed over a smile to the other male. How they'd find a man-village or other source of fire however, was beyond him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 5:58 pm
"Yes, cub. A Shaman. Though you are new and need much looking after, once you learn to surrender to your power, you can use it to create much good. Come. I know of a place that we may find fire, if you are willing to try."
He walked a few steps and then turned to look back at Fute, seeing if the young male would follow.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 6:16 pm
His orbs grew bloodshot for a mere few moments, stoned and fixated upon nothing in particular. Me....a Shaman.............wow..... His crooked state of thought wouldn't last long, though, as before he knew it the other male continued onward. Learn to surrender to his power? Man, this was all too much for him. Even so, if one was to look on the bright side, it could be viewed as a sort of adventure. A new beginning in life. He figured from the looks of it, and sounds of it, that this would be a long adventure, as well.
And so Sol-Lun knew of a place where they could find fire, and wanted him to try something. What that something was, he couldn't possibly place. But he knew it sounded awesome. And yet, at the same time, the abundance of news that washed over him so quickly, had done so in a manner that left him slowed down and hyper. Which was uncanny, the combination being rather opposing to itself. "I am indeed." He was short, and just as soon as Sol walked off, he trotted up behind him. "I'll follow you closely." he said, half-oblivious to the fact his temperature was fluctuating upwards and downwards in spiral motions.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 7:01 pm
Sol-Lun kept his pace even, seeing that the forces fighting for control within Fute were becoming more than he could handle. It took about 15 minutes, but soon they arrived in a clearing with a ring of stones sat idley.
Sol-Lun trembled with fear at what he was about to try, but his need to helped did a bit to stave off his fear. However, his fear still existed, so instead of going to it right there, he instead instructed the boy, "Help me carry these stones to the stream. It lies just over this hill. Lay them as you see now, about a body length from the edge of the water."
With that, he picked up a stone and trotted over the hill.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 7:15 pm
The small amount of some odd 15 minutes it took for their travel to complete itself felt like an hour or more. Exhausted, it was all he could do to keep from letting it be known just how tired he'd become. However, he felt the need to press on, and so he continued to fight off whatever it was bringing him down. The woodland creatures seemed to laugh at him along the way, but of course he chalked it down to hallucinations. Which wouldn't be farfetched, the way things were going. He shook his head about to shake free the thought of such things and all became quiet once more.
That is, until Sol spoke again. This time he wanted him to help carry some rocks over the hillside. The distance wasn't that far at all, but nevertheless, it was uphill. Could he make the climb in his condition? "I can. I must." he muttered to himself, quietly so that only he could hear it. Then, without a word, he grabbed a stone and headed up behind Sol, pressing forward a very slow, but steady, pace. One might even confuse him for a snail in a race at certain points, but a few minutes later he placed it down where he'd been told to, being careful to watch as to -how- it was being placed down as well. Upon heading back for the next one, he called to the other once more. "What are we doing? What is all this about?" His breaths were panting, but he managed to still not break a sweat yet, somehow. Who knew what would happen next.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 8:11 pm
Pausing to rest his over-stretched jaw, Sol-Lun replied, "I have seen the two-legs put fire within a circle of stones, such as these here. The fire burns, but does not spread. I do not trust fire, which is why we are moving the rocks next to the little water."
With that, he picked up another rock, one of the final two, for he had made more trips than the other.
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2006 9:46 pm
"Interesting." came his short but sweet response. At long last his body had grown a stability once more. Rather it would be for a few brief seconds, or a few brief days, he wasn't sure. Either way, he was rather thankful, and could finally focus more. This sporadic nonsense wouldn't help him at...whatever this task was. He felt it.
As soon as the last rock was settled in, he sat down just beside the circlet of stones. The waters would suffice as a means of putting the fire out should it get dangerous then. Yes, that made perfect sense. But it also made him wonder.... If fire was truly dangerous, then was it dangerous what Sol-Lun had mentioned? That he was 'one with the flames'? Could it be that he was dangerous as well in that case?
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 8:41 am
Tossing a final mouthful of dried leaves and grass in to the mix, Sol-Lun lay down across the circle from Fute, looking relaxed, but not actually so. He was still aprehensive about what he was about to attempt. But, there was also the hope that what he was about to do would also be a catharsis of sorts. So, he licked his chops and began.
"You mentioned that your paws have had 'heat sparks', I believe is what you called them. Could you place those paws affected within the rock circle?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2006 9:15 am
"Well, not exactly. I mean, they weren't sparks, but..." Now was obviously not the moment to argue. It was a small matter of wording anyways. What a silly bustling that'd be. He quickly shut his trap and stepped forward quietly, edging closer, inch by inch, towards the inner being of the circle. At colliding with his thoughts, he let forth his emotions and dropped everything, calming himself and plunging both forepaws forward, slamming them on the ground inside the circle, unsure of what was supposed to happen next. It was true he had the heat moments, but they were sporadic. He couldn't just call them forth out of nowhere, if that's where this activity was leading to.
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