Post by Shepard Dagon on Apr 28, 2014 2:49:24 GMT
Memories Lost Like Water Drops.
Some time has passed by since the last incident Shepard had with anyone, he did changed a lot in this several months he has been inside Elder Tale and not every change was for good, not at all. Growing up made him realize he was not alone, not completely, but also that he needed to confront some things by himself, and that he needed to harden himself even more and stop giving a damn about anything the others could thought, it wasn’t something he wanted, but indeed was something he needed for his own sake.
The lake was a good place, not only to spend some time around it or finishing, the Shaman saw it as a point of spiritual concentration, nature itself through animal spirits and the anima of those who died in peace with the forest wandered around in the lake, happily resting every day for the rest of the eternity, protecting the forest and those who traveled through it. Shepard was there seeking for they wisdom and answers to his questions, several spirits accompanied the wolf and he was able to see them and talk to them, meditation was just a way to transfer his memories and feelings to them, his experiences, what worried him and everything he could give them for their better understanding, he was changing and needed some guidance, his mind began to be tainted with darker thoughts but his emotions kept in control thanks to his friends, not everything was in its place, which was a trouble for the mental health of him, and he was no longer sure about how to act and response in several situations; he was not sure of who he was anymore.
-Shepard-
I wear this mask to see through the mist of my mind…
The spirits listened carefully, they were worried about their friend and took some time to discuss about it, dancing in circles over the lake creating a magnificent show of lights, going over and over layers of residual energy and traces of spiritual whirlwinds, it was a way to create an unique mind and transmit the will of the gods of nature, as a shaman and a Shinto priest it was a big honor for himself to witness the process, not even the priests saw how the gods delivered the message to their shisetsu, their courier, only the priests who were descendants of the firsts priests were able to see the couriers and hear their messages, so the wolf didn’t had words to describe such privilege.
When the discussion reached to an end one of the spirits adopted a wisp shape, and got closer to the shaman, whispering the message to his ear, he already knew the answer, yet he needed a confirmation, and so that was, things won’t be the same for him, as the other half of him awaken, the mask covered one of both his eyes, one now golden with a tint of sorrow, the other one gray with a hue of determination, Shepard left himself go a long time ago, this was him, trying to rescue himself from the shadows he created, less misery and more toughness, it was time for the wolf howl to be heard once again and for the hunters became prey.
Tags: Kurai Kari-shi
Word Count : 550
