Cerridwen's Howl

[ScreamingDingo 20568]

 

 

“The will of those ashen, with the will of the Aspects.”

 

The armored figure sits cross-legged in the safety of a circle of fungi outside of the wood elven city, a bastion of nature and hope. Nature around him reverberates in the embrace of the Aspects, where one can hear nature if they were not attuned.

But all that befell the figure was silence, nothing spoke from the whispers that once inhabited his mind. Why, why did this happen to him, a loyal servant of the Aspects torn from its grasp and wrapped in the coils of undeath. Answers which will never be answered, all left to fate.

In the center of the circle there laid the head of a stag, stained in blood and ash, the horns encircled with vines which pulsate from the fae ring.

 

“The pain and torment, the decadence of many shall be reversed. The drui’ kind will face the true judgement of the Father.”

 

The armored being then removes his own helmet, revealing the skull of his own vessel, covered in scorches which glow a strange black and blue against the hue of the old bone. ‘Redemption’. The only thought that would come across the creature’s mind as he systematically arranged his weapons around the skull of the stag. All of this was for the gods that abandoned him, he would follow through his plan to revive the druid kind. To make them an embodiment of nature, free of the pain of morality and the coils of man which flow through them. They did not care for the Aspects as he did, they only cared for themselves and their twisted agenda to abuse the gifts that they had given them. For this, they must pay.

 

“For I am, Cernunnos’ Fury, all those shall be challenged for their gifts. Those who fall shall know true suffering as the powers you grasp onto, abandon you.”

 

The creature’s own whispers fall upon deaf ears, no-one would hear his declaration. No-one would know of his true intentions, but he has told others of the plans. Once something is tainted, it must be destroyed and rebuilt. Cleansed in fire and granted through the Father’s hunt, rebirth of something was upon them. Himself, or the order.

 

The armored figure grasps onto the stag’s head, placing it upon his own bone before rising from his position. The weapons that lay around the circle were retrieved, leaving his former helmet in the middle of the fae circle. The simple helmet of the knight was abandoned, his last coil of humanity which bound him to protect man. For now he was the true servant.

 

 

[Space 2335]

Aeran takes a deep breath, rubbing his forehead. "Just ******* wait until he hears about Nemiisae."

[Wendigo 786]

Moved to the Archive. If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it.