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Cyril Darkcloud · 03-26-2005, 11:36 PM

For KayLisa Greywolf

The Druid Stones

Stern and silent, these great stones rise out of the rich and fertile soil of this forest to stand like mighty sentinels. How long they have kept wordless vigil over this grove none can say, for always, it would seem, have these stones been here, set into place by long forgotten hands. Through the long roll of generations, and even the passing of blue forums into brown, they have stood and the circle they have defined has lost nothing of its shape. And the space they define is sacred space, consecrated with an ancient hallowing, and even the noise of the wind and the calls of the creatures of this wood are muted as they move within it. This muting is perhaps why the woman’s wolves might still move enough to cringe and whimper as the terrible and blasphemous monotone of the banewolves violates this space.

Here, as the dirge of the grave drones within the circle defined by mighty stones, a horrible truth becomes manifest. That these creatures be the enemies of the living is a thing so obvious as to need no proving, but theirs is a hunger after more than the merely living. The woman. They seek the woman, but they seek more than the woman alone. Should she fall here, so too would fall this most sacred of places, lost to the blasphemy of the grave. Should she fall here, the Ley Lines, having already lost their guardian, are forever lost. Should she fall here, the evil she is sworn to oppose shall run unchecked until that is held sacred by the woman be devoured and lost.

Banewolves are these, and the dreary monotone that deadens the hearing of the ear rings out its blasphemous call among these stones. Then suddenly the note falls silent, but the stink of the grave hangs heavy in the air that surrounds this holy place.

03-26-2005, 11:36 PM	#269
Cyril Darkcloud Lord Soth Join Date: February 7, 2002 Location: New York Posts: 1,980	For KayLisa Greywolf The Druid Stones Stern and silent, these great stones rise out of the rich and fertile soil of this forest to stand like mighty sentinels. How long they have kept wordless vigil over this grove none can say, for always, it would seem, have these stones been here, set into place by long forgotten hands. Through the long roll of generations, and even the passing of blue forums into brown, they have stood and the circle they have defined has lost nothing of its shape. And the space they define is sacred space, consecrated with an ancient hallowing, and even the noise of the wind and the calls of the creatures of this wood are muted as they move within it. This muting is perhaps why the woman’s wolves might still move enough to cringe and whimper as the terrible and blasphemous monotone of the banewolves violates this space. Here, as the dirge of the grave drones within the circle defined by mighty stones, a horrible truth becomes manifest. That these creatures be the enemies of the living is a thing so obvious as to need no proving, but theirs is a hunger after more than the merely living. The woman. They seek the woman, but they seek more than the woman alone. Should she fall here, so too would fall this most sacred of places, lost to the blasphemy of the grave. Should she fall here, the Ley Lines, having already lost their guardian, are forever lost. Should she fall here, the evil she is sworn to oppose shall run unchecked until that is held sacred by the woman be devoured and lost. Banewolves are these, and the dreary monotone that deadens the hearing of the ear rings out its blasphemous call among these stones. Then suddenly the note falls silent, but the stink of the grave hangs heavy in the air that surrounds this holy place.