A RITE OF SHEDDING

[Tav 4336]

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♫ - CATFISH

 

Admist the wetlands, a pupil kept himself concealed by a considerable canopy above, his eyes latched towards a scene below—a crocodile, indulging in its well-deserved feast of fresh doe.

It worked hard for its meal, shrouded by sailing flora above muddy and gross waters, and its execution was nothing short of admirable. Only then, the pupil learned a valued lesson;

 

With time and effort, he too could achieve that last laugh.  

 

 

[!]  ‘cross the lands of Nevaehlen, this particular missive practically dressed every notice board. 

 

To those faithful and Mali’ame,

 

It is within our spiritual teachings to become one with nature—take pride when you bare teeth like Morea’s children, and stay vigilant like Amaethon’s. And in my years of learning these ways, I’ve reached a common verdict; material value is of descendant creation, and is holding us from becoming closer to the Balance. 

 

Although the common answer is to burn all that we possess, it is no doubt the Mali’ame of now are left with mere baby steps ‘fore the big changes. So, I implore those of Nevaehli status to join me in prayer—bring along an item of your choice; something sentimental, or something better off scorched than kept alive. Slash away at the chains of man, enjoy the fact that it burns, because you made it burn.

 

Father Guide,

The Bog Druid

 

[February 28th, 4:30pm EST - Nevaehlen, Faith Pit]

 

 

[trinn 5128]

There is a bark of laughter from the winding paths of Nevaehlen, as one of the fox den tread its way. "Material value? Bog, of all people, wishes to be rid of the sentiments derived of material wealth?"  Raelwyn Vulnrith cackled; a dry laugh which directed itself eventually towards the woman behind him,  "Perhaps he'll bring along the locks of his hair, freshly shaved." 

 

@Heartesy

[jqsmlne 460]

An elfess of the vale noticed a new missive on the task board by the square. She read it carefully, before making her way back home, pondering over what sentimental item she would pick out.

[NightcastorKitty 2779]

Hidden within the depths of a secret abode would a pair of golden eyes flash. An ivory mass of beautiful white fluff emerging to peer at the missive for but a moment before just flat flopping on its side. Those feline limbs stretch outward then, revealing those mighty beans that could bring about true terror. Or honestly,  a bop to the nose. Whatever the case, this lazy mass of pure cat certainly enjoyed its new bed area for quite some time. Emitting a soft purr while its tail lightly swishes about.