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Posted on January 5, 2013 at 08:21:10 AM by Ezzy
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Then, quite suddenly, all the rest of the world started to melt away. I felt my conciousness momentarily bleed away from me, my vision being lured down a deep tunnel, amethyst gaze growing distant and dreamy as my body Stilled in a meditative, trance-like state. It is the place between waking and dreaming, the place all Shamans come to know most intimately, as they can mediate with the Great Spirits of Old and better feel the Earth’s energies as they twist and flow across the skin of things. And now, there was a tantamount force building up. I could feel the crushing power of it rising ever higher, like an Earthquake or a tsunami about to crash over me. The very air suddenly crackled with it’s electric vibrancy and I knew it was an archaic power. A relic of olde world Lore and Magick the likes of which I’d never encountered before. As my spirit merged with that of the collective conciousness of Nature, I felt the world around me slow to a snail’s pace. Until I could feel the very tilt of the globe on it’s axis through the pads of my paws. A chill rode hard down my spine and made me shiver as I fought to regain my wits. ”Did you feel that…?” My voice just as wistful and dream-like as my gaze, reached out towards my sister, wondering if the energy that whirled around me was powerful enough that even she and Silvermoon may have felt it. How could they not? And then there was a voice, no. The Voice. His voice. It’s sultry baritones enveloped my ears with their lyric, that ancient force rising to a heart-stopping crescendo that climaxed and shattered all around me in a flash of stardust. Celestial spheres glanced through the relic of energies, past the sillouettes of Dusk and Silvermoon, to a new face that has appeared at my peripheries. Tiara tilts, and I am perplexed. Shaman eyes absorb the figure, the epitome of masculine virility and strength. His is a face I have never before seen, and yet it were as if there was an instant recognition between my Soul and his. I don’t think I had ever felt such a strong, instantaneous desire for someone before. Revelation dawns within, blossoming with a joy so wonderous I thought I might burst from the sheer strength of it. But with it was also a foreshadowing dread. It could not be. He Could not be. I stood up, the motion so fluid and silent it would have barely registered amongst my companions. I merely stared at him, wordless. Denial leapt to the forefront of my mind. How could this happen? I am a Shamaness! I am not meant for material things such as love or romance or Imprints! And yet here he stood before me. Flesh and blood and bone. As imposing as a mountain and just as majestic. His eyes, which had been fervently pointed to the ground, had not yet even reached mine, and yet I suddenly felt unnerved; exposed, and vulnerable. I realized I was holding my breath, and my tongue. Eyes closed for the beat of a heart and I forced myself to regain my composure. Play it cool. Perhaps he doesn’t know. Perhaps he does not realize. Mayhap I can walk away from this unscathed…. ”H…Hello,” For once, the smooth-tongued soothsayer was at a loss for words, and found herself tripping over the almost timid greeting. Suddenly Orba let out a cacaphony of wild cries and the white bird flung herself towards the male, thrashing her wings wildly as she swooped in for an attempt to gouge him with her beak. ”Orba!” I barked fiercely to her and she missed him. Circling around for a second attempt I leapt forward to stand before him and barked at her again. ”No! He is a Friend! Friend!” I growled. The bird, looking not at all convinced and still shrieking angrily, abandoned her attack to fly to a nearby tree, where she promptly perched in the uppermost branches and glared down at Alcide with open hostility. At that moment I knew that she Knew. And she was not happy. This stranger jeopardized everything I had been working towards. I glanced at him apologetically. ”I’m so sorry…..she’s not usually like that. Really….” Voice like crystal chimes, slipped past lips with a beguiling tremor as I faced him. ”I am MoonGlow.” All thoughts of Dusk and Silvermoon had evaporated along with all other common logic. ”What did you say your name was?” 
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