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As I Remember;
the story of Zigana Godswolf
I suppose that it was my early life that prepared me for the eons of traveling I'd have to do. Nothing, though, could have prepared me for the sorrow I'd undergo even at such a young age.
My earliest memories were the happiest, as I suppose they often are. For the first precious years of my life it was just me, my mama, and my daddy. Before I could remember they sang to me, and they'd tell me stories, passing down the stories of both their packs. They'd tell me stories of a time when Goddess and God were one, and when they lived in happiness in the heavens. Mama would teach me the beauty, kindness, freedom and love of the Goddess, and Daddy would teach me the strength, truth, judgement and mercy of the God. In those days, out in our little grove, by the fires they'd build, we'd howl to both moons, and life was good- almost perfect.
When my baby sister was born I was exstatic. She was much littler than me, but she held her own in our play. Together we learned many things, like how to shift from pure wolf form to standing wolf form. I remember how awkward it was for little Oshi to stand on two legs. When she'd fall, she'd giggle, and hop back up to try again. I remember she laughed all the time. Her laugh was infectious. Mama and Daddy and I would all start to laugh with her.
It was then that life was perfect.
I don't remember what exactly happened. There was some turning point. Some place where something happened to make life not so perfect anymore. It seemed like the world was changing all around us all at once, like some great thing in history was taking place that was far beyond our control. Whatever it was- it took Mama and Daddy away from us.
All I remember after being happy was not being happy anymore, somehow empty in fact, and following my uncle through a path in the woods that led away from our happy little place in the woods. It was a dark night, and at the end of the path we followed I could see a place with fire, and I could hear beating drums. The smell of smoke and meet was very strong at the campsite that we were following him to. I was holding Oshi's hand as we first entered the Godswolf territory. There were bonfires everywhere, and the random beats of many drums, all coming together to form a deep, unfathomable rythm. There were wolves everywhere, all on two feet. Some were holding spears, some were dancing to the beat of the drums. Suddenly there came a chorus of howls from somewhere in the camp. Calls to the Golden Moon. The calls of warriors.
"I'm afraid Gana..." Oshi said quietly. I held her hand tighter. My heart was fluttering. It was as though it's own beat was joining with the rytms of the camp, adding something that was missing. I was afraid too, yet at the same time I was exhilerated. The stars were bright, the fires danced, and the hearts of warriors sang out to the Golden moon. I was overwhelmed. I led my sister closer to our uncle.
His name, as translated into your toungue, is Lowel, brother to my father. He looked very much like Daddy, except he seemed bigger somehow. He also had a deeper sadness in him that I never noticed in my father in those happy days. There was a sence of loss, and at the same time they looked as though the weight of all the worlds lay on his shoulders. Those sad eyes, though, would soften at the sight of his children, eventually Oshi would be the only one who could brighten them.
He led us straight through the camp, past different families who were doing their own individual rituals. Some did dances to the elaborate beat of their drum, others were playing music, others still were telling tales to their cubs. Some of them would still themselves as they looked at us, and watched us go by. It seemed that their deep, watchful eyes could see right through me into my soul. I shuddered, and pulled Oshi closer still to Uncle Lowel.
He led us to a cluster of tents that seemed to be right at the very center of the site, nearby to one, huge, cone-shaped one. It seemed that these tents were the only ones in the whole place that were't full of life and energy. We were instead greeted by three young male wolves, mine and Oshi's cousins. The oldest one stood very still and stern. He was lanky, and seemed to just be growing into his age. He had a large tatoo of a firey bird on his back, and several ear peircings, and a single long lock of black hair that fell to his neck. He had a kind of coldness in his eyes that I couldn't quite break through- his name was Dominique.
The second was only a little bit older than me. He seemed to be thicker built, and thicker skulled. He had a kind of coldness covering his eye, but it seemed like the inside of his mind was constantly working. His name was Luki.
The third, and youngest, was my age. He was reddish-brown toned, with a mess of brown hair on his head. He was very skinny, and very quite. He kept his eyes to the ground in kind of a mournful way as Uncle Lowl introduced him. This was Alex. He didn't even look toward us, he just kept his eyes to the ground. I could tell that it would take some work to get our cousins to accept us. No matter how our uncle seemed to care for us, our cousins seemed somehow... preoccupied.
Later that night Oshi and I were in the tent that had been prepared for us. It was small, and very plain, with only two sleeping furs on the inside.
"Gana?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you think Mamma and Daddy will come and get us tommorrow?"
I sighed, "I don't know Oshi, I don't think so.
"Do you think we'll ever see them again?"
Tears were in my eyes at this point. I was so young then, and allready my heart was filled with unspeakable sorrow over something that I couldn't begin to understand. "I don't know."
"Well we'll just have to stay here then. I'm sure they'll know where to find us."
I smiled and laughed in the midst of my crying. "Me too Oshi, I'm sure they'll always know where to find us."
She pulled her furs over to mine, and together we went to sleep.
*end part one, part two: The Great Alpha*
the story of Zigana Godswolf
I suppose that it was my early life that prepared me for the eons of traveling I'd have to do. Nothing, though, could have prepared me for the sorrow I'd undergo even at such a young age.
My earliest memories were the happiest, as I suppose they often are. For the first precious years of my life it was just me, my mama, and my daddy. Before I could remember they sang to me, and they'd tell me stories, passing down the stories of both their packs. They'd tell me stories of a time when Goddess and God were one, and when they lived in happiness in the heavens. Mama would teach me the beauty, kindness, freedom and love of the Goddess, and Daddy would teach me the strength, truth, judgement and mercy of the God. In those days, out in our little grove, by the fires they'd build, we'd howl to both moons, and life was good- almost perfect.
When my baby sister was born I was exstatic. She was much littler than me, but she held her own in our play. Together we learned many things, like how to shift from pure wolf form to standing wolf form. I remember how awkward it was for little Oshi to stand on two legs. When she'd fall, she'd giggle, and hop back up to try again. I remember she laughed all the time. Her laugh was infectious. Mama and Daddy and I would all start to laugh with her.
It was then that life was perfect.
I don't remember what exactly happened. There was some turning point. Some place where something happened to make life not so perfect anymore. It seemed like the world was changing all around us all at once, like some great thing in history was taking place that was far beyond our control. Whatever it was- it took Mama and Daddy away from us.
All I remember after being happy was not being happy anymore, somehow empty in fact, and following my uncle through a path in the woods that led away from our happy little place in the woods. It was a dark night, and at the end of the path we followed I could see a place with fire, and I could hear beating drums. The smell of smoke and meet was very strong at the campsite that we were following him to. I was holding Oshi's hand as we first entered the Godswolf territory. There were bonfires everywhere, and the random beats of many drums, all coming together to form a deep, unfathomable rythm. There were wolves everywhere, all on two feet. Some were holding spears, some were dancing to the beat of the drums. Suddenly there came a chorus of howls from somewhere in the camp. Calls to the Golden Moon. The calls of warriors.
"I'm afraid Gana..." Oshi said quietly. I held her hand tighter. My heart was fluttering. It was as though it's own beat was joining with the rytms of the camp, adding something that was missing. I was afraid too, yet at the same time I was exhilerated. The stars were bright, the fires danced, and the hearts of warriors sang out to the Golden moon. I was overwhelmed. I led my sister closer to our uncle.
His name, as translated into your toungue, is Lowel, brother to my father. He looked very much like Daddy, except he seemed bigger somehow. He also had a deeper sadness in him that I never noticed in my father in those happy days. There was a sence of loss, and at the same time they looked as though the weight of all the worlds lay on his shoulders. Those sad eyes, though, would soften at the sight of his children, eventually Oshi would be the only one who could brighten them.
He led us straight through the camp, past different families who were doing their own individual rituals. Some did dances to the elaborate beat of their drum, others were playing music, others still were telling tales to their cubs. Some of them would still themselves as they looked at us, and watched us go by. It seemed that their deep, watchful eyes could see right through me into my soul. I shuddered, and pulled Oshi closer still to Uncle Lowel.
He led us to a cluster of tents that seemed to be right at the very center of the site, nearby to one, huge, cone-shaped one. It seemed that these tents were the only ones in the whole place that were't full of life and energy. We were instead greeted by three young male wolves, mine and Oshi's cousins. The oldest one stood very still and stern. He was lanky, and seemed to just be growing into his age. He had a large tatoo of a firey bird on his back, and several ear peircings, and a single long lock of black hair that fell to his neck. He had a kind of coldness in his eyes that I couldn't quite break through- his name was Dominique.
The second was only a little bit older than me. He seemed to be thicker built, and thicker skulled. He had a kind of coldness covering his eye, but it seemed like the inside of his mind was constantly working. His name was Luki.
The third, and youngest, was my age. He was reddish-brown toned, with a mess of brown hair on his head. He was very skinny, and very quite. He kept his eyes to the ground in kind of a mournful way as Uncle Lowl introduced him. This was Alex. He didn't even look toward us, he just kept his eyes to the ground. I could tell that it would take some work to get our cousins to accept us. No matter how our uncle seemed to care for us, our cousins seemed somehow... preoccupied.
Later that night Oshi and I were in the tent that had been prepared for us. It was small, and very plain, with only two sleeping furs on the inside.
"Gana?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you think Mamma and Daddy will come and get us tommorrow?"
I sighed, "I don't know Oshi, I don't think so.
"Do you think we'll ever see them again?"
Tears were in my eyes at this point. I was so young then, and allready my heart was filled with unspeakable sorrow over something that I couldn't begin to understand. "I don't know."
"Well we'll just have to stay here then. I'm sure they'll know where to find us."
I smiled and laughed in the midst of my crying. "Me too Oshi, I'm sure they'll always know where to find us."
She pulled her furs over to mine, and together we went to sleep.
*end part one, part two: The Great Alpha*