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Holy crap it's December! ^_^
Yay!
So I wanted to post my short-short story that I finished up last night.
I have to read this to my class tonight, so this should be fun! ^_^
I hope the stupid chick that didn't know what a 'filly' was doesn't say a damn thing...I may be forced to kill her...*sigh*
Lythari
Listen to me Barathiel, I can only afford to tell you this once. You wished to become a Lythari and now you are. But there are things you must know, and I am the only one who can tell you.
You are not the elf you once were. You have changed. Your sight has become sharper, your nose more keen. You have become stronger, harder to kill. If you are careful, you may live forever. That is your gift, and your curse. Once you could roam the wilds without a care. You could play in the forests and woods, run through fields and valleys, and swim in the rivers and seas. Now you are different. You are now like us.
We are far more than your average werewolf. We are special, beautiful. We are Lythari. We stalk the wild places of the world and are rarely found. We show ourselves only when we wish to be seen. We are otherworldly. Even among our closest kin, the elves, we are feared. We are loathed and hunted by others. Because of this we do not live here. Instead, we live between this world and the next. You can tell no others of this secret. Not even your friends. If they were to find out, they would find our sanctuary.
Our fur is the color of tarnished silver, our eyes the brightest blue. When we appear as wolves we are the size of a small pony, with cunning but intelligent features.
We are the Silver Shadows. We are strong, and fortunate. We are not bound to the moon like the other lycanthropes, those savages. We can change between our elf forms and wolf forms at will. We alone have been blessed with this gift.
If you are to be a good Lythari you must keep hidden. Let no one know of your dual existence. We understand if you must travel with companions. What you must remember is that you are a Lythari first and friend second. It is your duty to patrol the wild places where our realm connects to this one and protect them. We will not risk the safety of us all for your personal enjoyment. That is your sacrifice for being one of us.
When we fight, we are never alone. The creatures of the forest are quick to come to our aid, especially the wolves. They are our sisters, our brothers, and should be treated so. But beware the other lycanthropes, they are evil and would love nothing more than to stain their fangs and claws with your blood. When dealing with them you will have to choose between doing what is right, and doing what is necessary. This will probably be the most difficult change you will have to deal with. I know, because it was for me.
The laws of others have no bearing on us. We are Lythari, and we govern ourselves. Punishments are often severe, but are dealt swiftly and justly. By being one of us, you will be judged by us and no other. No one orders you but the Council and you will come when you are called. If you do not come immediately you are expected to send word. The Council is not patient, they are old and do not like to be kept waiting.
I see you are rubbing your scar. It’s alright. It will stop itching within a moon cycle. Just try not to scratch yourself raw until then. You know, there’s an herb I can give you to make a poultice that will reduce the swelling. Would you like it now?
Wait, someone is coming here. It sounds like your strange little wizard friend. I have to go. Here is the herb. Mix it with water and ash and apply as you need it. Remember your vow Little Sister. You are a Lythari now, and this is what it means.
There you go Asa. I promised that I'd let you see the final product. ^_^
Yay!
So I wanted to post my short-short story that I finished up last night.
I have to read this to my class tonight, so this should be fun! ^_^
I hope the stupid chick that didn't know what a 'filly' was doesn't say a damn thing...I may be forced to kill her...*sigh*
Lythari
Listen to me Barathiel, I can only afford to tell you this once. You wished to become a Lythari and now you are. But there are things you must know, and I am the only one who can tell you.
You are not the elf you once were. You have changed. Your sight has become sharper, your nose more keen. You have become stronger, harder to kill. If you are careful, you may live forever. That is your gift, and your curse. Once you could roam the wilds without a care. You could play in the forests and woods, run through fields and valleys, and swim in the rivers and seas. Now you are different. You are now like us.
We are far more than your average werewolf. We are special, beautiful. We are Lythari. We stalk the wild places of the world and are rarely found. We show ourselves only when we wish to be seen. We are otherworldly. Even among our closest kin, the elves, we are feared. We are loathed and hunted by others. Because of this we do not live here. Instead, we live between this world and the next. You can tell no others of this secret. Not even your friends. If they were to find out, they would find our sanctuary.
Our fur is the color of tarnished silver, our eyes the brightest blue. When we appear as wolves we are the size of a small pony, with cunning but intelligent features.
We are the Silver Shadows. We are strong, and fortunate. We are not bound to the moon like the other lycanthropes, those savages. We can change between our elf forms and wolf forms at will. We alone have been blessed with this gift.
If you are to be a good Lythari you must keep hidden. Let no one know of your dual existence. We understand if you must travel with companions. What you must remember is that you are a Lythari first and friend second. It is your duty to patrol the wild places where our realm connects to this one and protect them. We will not risk the safety of us all for your personal enjoyment. That is your sacrifice for being one of us.
When we fight, we are never alone. The creatures of the forest are quick to come to our aid, especially the wolves. They are our sisters, our brothers, and should be treated so. But beware the other lycanthropes, they are evil and would love nothing more than to stain their fangs and claws with your blood. When dealing with them you will have to choose between doing what is right, and doing what is necessary. This will probably be the most difficult change you will have to deal with. I know, because it was for me.
The laws of others have no bearing on us. We are Lythari, and we govern ourselves. Punishments are often severe, but are dealt swiftly and justly. By being one of us, you will be judged by us and no other. No one orders you but the Council and you will come when you are called. If you do not come immediately you are expected to send word. The Council is not patient, they are old and do not like to be kept waiting.
I see you are rubbing your scar. It’s alright. It will stop itching within a moon cycle. Just try not to scratch yourself raw until then. You know, there’s an herb I can give you to make a poultice that will reduce the swelling. Would you like it now?
Wait, someone is coming here. It sounds like your strange little wizard friend. I have to go. Here is the herb. Mix it with water and ash and apply as you need it. Remember your vow Little Sister. You are a Lythari now, and this is what it means.
There you go Asa. I promised that I'd let you see the final product. ^_^