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 Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 11:53 am
Private RP between Rakesh (spelldancer) and Revenant (Uta)  
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 11:54 am
In the center of the clearing, or as near as Rakesh could make it to the center, was a lopsided circle. Inside the circle was a rough drawing of trees. He wasn’t pleased with the result but it was the best depiction he could do with a stick in his mouth. Next to the drawing of trees were piles of leaves carefully picked from the real trees. Three was enough room around the outside of the circle for him to walk around without worrying that he might step into the circle, and that was what he was doing. One last turn around the circle to make sure that it was complete before he began. Yes, he was ready to begin.
With a step back, Rakesh took a deep breath and with his head raised to the heavens said, “Great ones, spirits of the seasons, hear me please.” He began to dance. Trotting, kicking, leaping, and dipping his head, he made his way around the circle. When he reached the other side of the circle he stopped and with his head raised again said, “The time has come for the leaves to change. The time had come for the leaves to fall. Please let the season change without any turbulence.” Lowering his head, Rakesh continued to dance around the circle.
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 6:33 pm
After speaking with her brother, the ebony, multi-winged mare had decided that she needed to leave the mountains. The past year had been, quite frankly, awful, and for the first time in her life she had felt the first taste of doubt enter her thoughts. Her faith in the spirits, in their guidance, in their close proximity had wavered. She had thought, at the time, when her mother and other herd members had moved down the slopes to aid in the recovery of the Great Plains that she was doing what was best: to pray. And oh, did Revanant throw herself into such devoted work. She prayed for the safety of her herd and its members protection; she prayed for a swift recovery; she prayed for the broken hearts of those who had lost loved ones in the fires and wars; she prayed for their enemies to find a better light; she prayed for comfort to be brought swiftly and effectively to those who were suffering. Day and night, Revenant fasted, she sang, she chanted, and threw everything into prayer. Unfortunately, as days turned to weeks, and weeks into months, the mare began to lose faith.
So, it was with great guilt over giving no aid to those in the lower lands, the mare decided it was high time to make up for it! The nice thing about prayer, she knew, was that she could take it with her anywhere. Perhaps, she realized, that the gods smield down on those that helped themselves, and that everything could be some sort of trial and test. Had she failed by faith? She hoped not. . . but it was high time she put her wings and body to use. She was not weak or frail, she could at least offer a comforting wing, or some sort of advice. The plains, rumor had it, were still recuperating from the loss of the fire. . . maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t be too late!
So it was, the mare had set off. She switched between flight and land, winging it part of the way, hoofing it the rest. She knew not where her hooves might take her or what new trials and tests the spirits send her way, but she was hopeful. It would be good to step away, to help others, and maybe find herself along the way. As Revenant carried on, some sort of singing, and the sound of movement, caught her ears. She stopped, pricked her ears and turned them, focusing on the unusual sound; she hadn’t met anyone outside of the rogue woodland creatures on her journey from the mountains, so it made her wonder who on earth it could be. Well, if the spirits sent her this way, than surely she was meant to reach out, or at least discover, who or what might be out there. So it was, the mare picked her way quickly, but quietly, closer to the source. There, she discovered a cream stallion, dancing around a pile of leaves. He seemed to be . . chanting? Or perhaps praying? So it was, the mare hesitated—dare she interrupt what looked to be some sort of ritual? Perhaps she’d wait, just a moment, to see if the stranger continued.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 6:25 pm
Rakesh did not notice the addition to his ritual as he made his way to the beginning point of the circle. Dancing his way around and finishing with a final leap, Rakesh came down and said, “Great Spirits thank you for listening. Please allow the turning of the season to go smoothly and bless the twoleggers with new homes.” With that he raised his head and saw off to the side a mare. Who was this sent by the Spirits? Was she a friend to help him, or a challenge to overcome? Deciding to go with the idea that she is a kind entity for now, Rakesh extended one leg and bent the other, bowing to her. “”Fair lady, what brings you to this clearing today?” Turning his head to the side so that he could see this lovely mare, Rakesh waited rather hoping that she would not attack him.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 4:31 pm
The mare listened to the stranger's words, and was glad to hear that it was indeed a kind blessing. One could never tell when it came to rituals, or appearance, for that matter. Someone could look like the meanest, cruelist kalona and have a heart of gold . . . while a regal unicorn could be cold and sadistic. Life was full of surprises, but thankfully this stranger didn't seem to e wishing ill will on anyone.
Pleased by the new discovery, it was only when the cream coated stallion bowed at her that Revanant had to hold back a laugh. It wasn't that she wanted to laugh at Rakesh, but her surprise often yielded giggles -- the mare couldn't help it. "Are you sure you're speaking to me? I don't think I've ever been dubbed fair before, or met such chivalry!" And indeed, Revenant doubted she deserved such a kind title by a stranger, but she was quick to try to play the part. . .even if she were wind blown and disheveled. Offering a bow herself -- and hoping it didn't look too awkward -- the ebony mare stepped closer to where Rakesh stood. She had no reason to presume him full of ill-will, though she was alert enough to take to wing if the tables turned. A little caution never hurt, after all. . . . this was her first time down the mountains and alone at that!
"I'm on my way down to the lowlands, actually," she explained cordially. "I feel there's better use of my time down there than back up in the mountain peaks. And yourself?" She asked, despite the obviousness of his ritual and earlier prayers.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 12:12 pm
Rakesh was pleased that his greeting had been met so wonderfully, though he was a little distressed that she could think that he was talking of someone else. It was simply something everyone deserved until the proved that they didn’t, and someone as beautiful as this lady deserved to be admired. Rakesh hoped that there was a brain and kindness to go with that beauty as well because he was always looking for new friends. Even if that friendship was fleeting because of distance.
Rakesh raised himself out of his bow. “I am quite sure that I am speaking to a beautiful lady that definitely deserves to be greeted in such a way. I would greet her thus even if she came among a herd of ladies.” He was pleased that she came closer because that indicated some trust, though he did notice that she seemed alert. That was good; to trust to quickly could cause harm. “And that lady is most certainly you.” Rakesh wished to become closer to the lady, but at the same time wished to respect her space. It was not a difficult decision for him to make to stay where he was. If she wished to close the distance more than she could make that choice herself. He would not impose himself on her.
“A pilgrimage?” He asked, “Or a journey of helping and care?” Those were what he thought of when she mentioned a better use of her time. “I am sure that you will find what you are looking for in the lowlands. There is much to be done after the fires.” There was a sad note in his voice about the fires. It troubled him that the spirits had seen fit to punish the twoleggers the way that they had. He had prayed that they were finished and that the winter would be a kind one.
As for answering her question, Rakesh was at a loss for words suddenly. He knew that she had observed his prayers but did not know what she thought of them. “I am,” he began and then paused wondering how to explain and if he actually needed to, “simply asking for a quite time for the new season.” He looked over the drawing on the ground. “It seems the right thing to do.” He said quietly. He had not been harmed by the fires, but knew of those that had and the pain that they were experiencing weighed on him. Turning his gaze back to the fair lady he remembered that he had not introduced himself. “Where have my manners gone? I am Rakesh, fair lady, and am quite pleased to make your acquaintance.” He dipped his head in greeting.
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