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 Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 10:35 pm
The day had toiled into yet another day of wandering within and around the outskirts of the woods, silent meditation and an attempt to locate the distressed and those who could benefit from the works of a Shaman. As of lately, Sorenth, his Spirit Guide and harpy eagle, had urged him to rest, just for a little, as his last interaction with the crazed and shattered wolf, Tiberius, led him to succumb to the darker side of his powers and drain his energy and strength to a dangerous low by means of his unfathomable hatred and dislike for the opposing male. Since the day he had been told by his deceased mentor, Caylith, that 'Those who have passed on' had granted him the healers art yet at an extreme intensity like never before, the young Shaman was made aware that the temptations and cravings to use such powers for the unrighteous motives and for means of warfare were just as risky and more prominent. Through the encounter, Reno had learned first hand of what risks actually entailed in weilding such great powers and he still continued to suffer physically from it.
Ambling down a small, well trodded path that weaved through the trees and journeyed alongside a small river, Reno slightly staggered in his steps as his lack of energy and strength was catching up to him. His body ached and his muscles felt stiff and ridged while pain seemed to shoot up from his paws. He winced every so often yet in time he would regain his strength and his stamina yet exactly when that would be was beyond his idea. With trembling paws and eyes that had yet to regain their typical brillance, the Shaman slumped onto his haunches and panted with exhaustion.
Do not continue onward, a shrill shriek from above pleaded within his mind. You need your strength, Brother! I will find food!
Reno lifted his head upwards and smiled warmly as his ocher eyes caught sight of his beloved friend, Sorenth, sweeping within the skies above. Yes, Reno thinks food would do both he and Sorenth good. Reno is tired, he nodded as he shifted his forepaws within the fresh power beneath them, and Reno will rest until Sorenth returns.
With a cry sounding, Sorenth tucked his wings close to his body and dove down towards the trees, sweeping wildly on the prowl and searching for just about anything decent that could satisfy the hungers of both wolf and eagle. Thankfully the search for such a meal didn't take long and the harpy eagle sounded his cry once again and burst back into the skies with his prize dangling within the grasp of his powerful talons.
I have found food!
Drawing his wngs out farther and creating resistance, Sorenth glided towards the Shaman and backwinged as he dropped the plump rabbit upon the snow and hopped upon the ground, sitting right beside the Shaman and positioned comfortabley with the kill set before them.
A deep rumble of contemptment sounded from the depths of his chest as his tail thumped merrily behind him. The rabbit was fat, just right to sustain the needs of a wolf as well as the harpy eagle. A warm smile curled upon the maw of the Shaman as he nodded his head.
Thank you Brother Sorenth. Sorenth will eat with Reno, yes?
Of course. The eagle chuckled, hopping closer towards the prized kill and slowly tearing the flesh into small pieces that were easy to swallow.
As Sorenth began to take his fill, Reno began as well as he placed his paw upon the deceased rabbit and tore away a piece from the flank that was good enough to keep him occupied for a while. Such a sight it must be for any passing creature to have dwelled upon; A wolf and an eagle eating together? It certainly was out of the ordinary!
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 5:50 pm
Out of the ordinary indeed! But, fortunately for the world, the seeker and tributer to the causes of the deranged was not preoccuppied with feminosity, or lack there of. No, he was out exploiting his crazy calm demeanor and thick, lucid voice to whatever and whomever happened to cross his path. Whether this is fortunate or not, soon the world would know of the deep throated advice of Shore, and some would like it, and others would not.
After his confrontation with b***h, Shore was a bit pained for the world. Not in the heart, his love-sick notions would never allow for that. Instead it remained completely physical. She had bitten him, rather hard, on the hind leg, and he still bore a slight limp where bruising had occured from her teeth. He took it she bit wolves of all kinds often. He looked forwards to seeing her again.
He'd been musing over different ideas in his head when he spotted it, an eagle, and just nearby, munching on the same carcass, was a wolf. Strangely patterned, one might add (as if purple were possibly the most normal color in the world). For most wolves, this would be disturbing, but not for Shore.
He chuckled, one quick, stunted, "Huh," a large grin spreading onto his face. He decided at once that anyone who had enough taste to eat with the King of the skies was certainly an interesting individual and worth him meating. That grin never leaving his face he plodded over to the pair, having no regards for personal space or otherwise. He didn't imagine them to be hostile, and he certainly wasn't displaying any prowess to make him seem thus.
"I'm Shore," he introduced himself, the smile broadening as he looked from wolf to eagle. "Your friend?" he asked the shaman warmly.
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 6:28 pm
The taste of the rich, fatty meat gave a strong sense of rejuvination and relief to the Shaman as he let the savory taste soak within his mouth and then swallow after chewing it just enough for an easy digestion. It had been too long since he had eaten a decent meal but it wasn't so much of a problem for Reno as he never did gorge or kill too much but had grown in a habit to kill just enough to soothe his appetite and sustain him with enough energy. But, as of lately, Reno was coming to realize that he would need to eat more so he wouldn't drain himself quickly when healing another and keep a decent amount of strength in order to be able to properly heal his brethren. Thankfully he had his dear friend, Sorenth, to help him catch game and decent food when the Shaman found himself too weak.
Much to his surpise, his companions voice softly echoed within his thoughts. A wolf comes, Brother! He limps! Help him, yes?
The young Shaman glanced upwards from his meal and let a warm, friendly smile curl upon his maw while, behind him, his tail thumped with complete merriment. It was always pleasing to encounter another wolf, especially one that seemed friendly and was rather intriuging. Reno had encountered countless wolves whose fur and pelts were distinct and diverse but never had he had the chance to meet a wolf who was purple. On the other hand, Reno couldn't exactly be categorized in the 'norm' either.
"Reno," he greeted with a jubiulent ring in his voice. "It's a pleasure to meet Shore." Following Shore's notion towards the harpy eagle that sat beside him, the Shaman nodded. "Yes. Sorenth is Reno's Spirit Guide and dear friend. He helps keep Reno on his toe when performing his works as a Shaman and keeps Reno fed too."
He couldn't help but chuckle softly as his soft, ocher eyes fell upon Sorenth. Reno was blessed and lucky to have a companion on his travels an he could have never asked for a better eagle.
Meeting the gaze of the wolf before him, Sorenth lowered his head and unfurled his wings slightly from his body as a shrill, humble cry drew from his beak. "A pleasure as well to meet another wolf," he spoke, well mannered and elloquently rather than any crow or smaller brid that called the skies their home as well.
From watching Shore apporach, his limping did not go unnoticed by the wise, serene eyes of the Shaman. Curiously, Reno crossed his forepaws and tilted his head slightly at an angle. Whether or not Shore could use the help was oblivous to the young Shaman yet, in Reno's logic, it never hurt to ask. "Can Reno help Shore? Reno noticed Shore has a slight limp." Suddenly furrowing his brows, a rather goofy grin slid across his maw as his tounge lolled out slightly from the side of his mouth.
"Forgive Reno," he spoke with a small chuckle, "would Shore like to eat with Reno and Sorenth? There is enough for another."
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 4:37 pm
Shore's eyes shifted from bird of prey to canine, a slight smile lingering on his lips. He was perfectly content to let them talk away as he took in their personalities. Reno seemed a kind soul, with a bit of suffering echoing all over his body, and the bird. . . Shore wasn't quite sure what to make of the eagle. There was something about him that seemed not quite right, as though a betrayal were close at hand in their past or future.
Ahh. .. . a voice clicked inside Shore's head. A shaman fit the pair clearly, and it gave a voice to betrayal. Shore knew exactly the situation and the circumstance to which they fell - and any shaman with a heart was a good shaman to him. For his own beliefs were heroic, finding justice, no matter the consequences. Whether through death, sacrafice, or malpractice, it simply didn't matter. As long as honesty was prominent in the end, beauty could still exist in the world.
He nodded his approval at the pair, knowing nothing else to say. Trust glittered in his eyes, as it often did, and he knew full well that Reno would be someone he could fight for day in and day out. (Provided he didn't kill someone and turn to Shore for help.)
He, however, did not speak a word of eagle, and though the shaman may have had his special powers to ensure understanding, Shore could only nod his head as though he got the gist of it. The eagle didn't seem alarmed, so Shore could rightfully assume it ran somewhere along the lines of, "Glad to meet you, friend."
At the mention of his limp Shore frowned for a moment to look back at it. He didn't say much for a long while. "That?" he said with a chuckle, looking back towards the shaman. "Its just a scratch." Shore had always been wary of shamans and healers, mostly because Crane was always ranting about them in some way or another. He supposed it instilled a hint of fear within his bones. He remembered the wolf telling him something about it not being right for the bones to heal unnaturally. It caused a fatigue on your brain, then you got rabies. Like Crane. The memory brought a deep chuckle back to his throat.
"Alright, heal away," he said calmly, standing there to let Reno work whatever magic he had within.
His belly, however, was in no need of amends. It was warm and full, mostly in part to his wonderful hunting skills. "I've just eaten," he told with the slight shake of his head. "No need for me to take charity, besides." Reno clearly needed it far more than he did, no matter the case. Shore had plently of fat around his, well, round body.
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 11:26 pm
The Shaman nodded, his smile broadening across his maw as his calm, serene orbs of ocher were focused upon Shore. It was comforting to feel and see that the wolf before him trusted him and held such a high approval of him. Many other wolves whom the Shaman had encountered within his pasts were not so friendly as only fear and loathing corrupted their hearts from ever coming to a personal level with Reno. Yet he never did dwell on the missed opportunities of wolves who never got to know him- no, rather he wished that he had got to known them but the longing for them to realize who he was and what his potential had led him to become never did interfer with his thoughts ever again. Sorrow, yes, but something that dampered him in depression- no.
Reno tilted his head, looking upon Shore's leg once again. "Reno thinks that this 'scratch' seems more painful than others," he chuckled sotly, a lighthearted and warm tone sounding within his voice.
The sensations and weight of thoughts and feelings that seemed to lay to rest upon the purple wolf shoulders caught the attention of Reno. Was it worry? Perhaps fear? Not so much fear although, this time, it felt moreso like hesitation. The knowledge that Shamans and Seers alike were not widely accepted or held in high esteem by all and the stories and beliefs that powers went against natures and the natural way of healing was a topic and a firm belief that could boil the blood and anger of various wolves. Many adored those who had been gifted with powers and the art of healing while, others, sought to banish them away.
But even this could not stop Reno from offering assistance to any wolf brethern in need.
Reno nodded his head as a warm, kind smile molded across his maw. "You will feel no pain, Shore," he adressed in a gentle, soothing manner as he rose to his paws, "and perhaps Reno can show you truth to Shamans and what we do."
As the Shaman shifted and rose from the ground, Sorenth unfurled his wings from across his back and flew upwards towards a low branch that extended out from a withered, dead oak. His bronze eyes that were lively with briliant yellows and ochers settled upon both wolves as he tilted his head slightly with interest. Will you heal him, Brother Reno?
Of course. Reno wants to help him and Shore is very kind; it is the least Reno can do for him.
Shifting his wings slightly, the harpy eagle gave a soft cry. But what of your strength? Are you well to perform a healing at this moment?
Subconciously, Reno nodded his head as he glanced upwards towards his feather friend.
My strength will be well but it will grow if only I heal others. Do not worry brother, Reno will be fine.
Drawing closer towards Shore, Reno sat down upon his haunches as a suttle aura began to appear around his forepaws and the ocher of his eyes began to consume his pupils. "It would be best for Reno if Shore would lie down. Having to not stand on the injured leg would give Shore relief and would be easier for Reno to heal Shore's leg."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 9:40 am
Shore hadn't expected to feel any pain. Perhaps a slight tingling, but he doubted something so small would hurt to heal. Broken ribs? Maybe then the shifting of bones as the magic worked could cause unease and perhaps mentally considering pain, but they wouldn't be very good shamans if they caused pain, now would they?
Shore would very much like to understand the ways of the shamans. In fact, if he could get inside the heads of everybody, it would be just that much easier. Provided he kept the seers out of his own head. It made him feel so uncomfortable, to have them prying away as though he were some sort of tool.
Nodding slowly, he lowered himself onto his side, thumping his tail on the dirt to show he wasn't worried. The aura was a bit weird, they could do without that.
He couldn't say that it would stay healed for long, though. He was always getting himself in troubled situations.
"Work your magic," he chuckled, resting his head on the ground and watching the clouds float on the bright blue sky above him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 10:16 pm
Staring towards the purple wolf with his brilliant, ocher eyes whose pupils were submerged, Reno nodded his head and slowly padded forwards. Settling in front of Shore's injured leg, Reno sat back upon his haunches and gently placed his forepaws upon the injury. Intaking a deep breath as he closed his eyes, the Shaman began to focus- envisioning the broken blood vessles, muscles and the area which needed to be mended and began withdrawling from the powers within his talismen.
Perched above and onlooking the all but familiar process, Sorenth flapped his wings and gave a shrill, softy cry. Before the wind was suttle, barely even noticable but, as the great eagle pounded his mighty wings within the air, a rush of air seemed to streamline towards the Shaman and his 'patient'.
Focus, Reno, focus.
The soothing, caressing presence of the air brushed against the Shaman's face as he smiled warmly. "Be at ease, Shore, and let your mind be free. Reno wants Shore to think of the skies, the wind and of flight."
He could see it now- yes, Reno could clearly see where the bite marks from a females nasty set of teeth had found themselves to latch upon the males leg. As the wind rustled around him, swirling about both wolves, the Shaman's mind began mending the severed vessles and ridding of the discomfort that was causing the purple wolf to limp. Pushing upon the leg softly and pressing forwars in a kneading fashion with his paws, Reno could feel the pain and was trying to loosen the taunt muscle with both his mind and his paws. The winds became brisk as they brushed upon the wolf's leg, its chilling and fur prickling sensation aiding as well in helping the leg heal properly and be able to transition smoothly with mobility once again.
With the healing being a simple procedure unlike others he had performed, it was relatively quick.
Sighing softly, Reno withdrew his paws from atop Shore's leg and stumbled back onto his haunches. The aura had dissapated from around his paws and his pupils, once again, had taken their rightful place within his ocher orbs. The once present, calming breeze had died and, from the trees, Sorenth sat with a rather pleased expression drawn across his beak.
Barely panting as the process was much easier on him yet sacrificed some of his strength and stamina, Reno smiled with content.
"It is done."
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 12:30 pm
Shore was perfectly content to do whatever Reno so asked, and remained completely calm through the whole procedure. It wasnt terribly hard to think about the sky, but of flight? Shore had never flown, so he just imagined eagles in the sky above him. That task in itself was made easy, for the eagle's eyes were watching over he and Reno. Such fierce eyes, they were. If he had eyes like that, women would drop dead at his feet.
It took much less time than he expected. It seemed as though he had just lay down when Reno was telling him he could rise again. Shore strained his neck back to look at his hind leg, flexing it to and fro, the tendons within it popping in annoyance, but perfectly healed all the same.
He grinned, and shuffled onto his feet, shaking the dirt from his prime coat. "Thank you, Reno," he said calmly, wondering just how much time had passed. He couldn't delay for too long.
"If I ever need anymore healing, I know the shaman." He winked at Reno, and at the eagle, and decided he had stayed to long. Besides, he'd smelled a few females hunkering around the area, and those were well worth looking at.
"If there is any way I could be of service?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 6:06 pm
Sweeping down as a shrill cry of purest glee sounded from the harpy eagle, Reno nodded his head once again as the same, sweet smile inhabited his maw. "A pleasure, Shore," the Shaman spoke with a humble, soothing ring within his voice. Just as the great eagle backwinged and took it's rightful position upon the wolf's shoulder once again, claws loosely grasping and his captivating eyes settled upon Shore as well, Reno chuckled softly.
"Yes, Reno is more than willing to be of service to you, friend. Howl or look to the skies if Shore needs anything; Sorenth will come and so will I."
Be of service?
The young Shaman furrowed his brows, knitting them in deep thought. No one had ever asked to serve him or if they could do anything for him before. Selfless service was something that Reno had grown to love and his whole heart was invested in helping others and pleasing them in any way he could. But for Shore to ask him- well, he really didn't know how to respond.
"Serve Reno?" Even as the words rolled off his tounge it sounded so strange! Biting his lower lip as his ears flickered, Reno glanced to the side momentarily. But a thought came to mind and, softly, the Shaman chuckled as he looked towards the odd purple wolf once again. "Do not worry about serving Reno. Reno only asks that you serve others." It was a modest and thoughtful request; serving others with the same love and compassion which the Shaman had shown Shore. If anything, Reno knew Shore was capable and such a request seemed reasonable.
Whether or not it would happen, it didn't matter. Reno was just glad to have helped someone today.
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 10:37 am
Shore smiled lightly at Reno, knowing that he wasn't the only wolf left that was dedicated to helping people live their lives free from the jurisdiction of others. His tactics may not be the same as the shaman's, in fact they were extremely far from it, but he got the job done all the same.
Where Reno would fail, he would succeed. Some wolves weren't meant to be loved, or even given respect. Wolves like Phantom, who did nothing but promote death. He couldn't say he hated Phantom, but killing, it was morally wrong in his eyes. Now trickery, treachery, those were traits to be proud of. Provided you did it for the good of the wolf.
"I have no doubt," Shore said, completing their meeting. As much as he longed to stay here with the shaman, he had inbittering tasks to uphold. It was his time to go, as it often was.
There was always another job for him to do. Another soapbox for him to stand on.
He gave one sharp nod to the avian and canine, then took his leave through the forest, resuming that cocky, grinning posture that was Shore.
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