Like a murder of ravens in fugue: Names by Ravenous13

[Ravenous13]

Songs of the sleeping.
Dances of the awakened.

oh...and also pets.

[Ravenous13]

Name Origin:… Strength waning as slowly everything became distant and muted. He could see his parents and his two sisters curled together. He would go to them and huddle in the warmth of family  but... 'kruuuk' A familiar sound. His ears perked and he felt once again a distinct urge to wander. But...his family... 'krruuk kruuk krrruuuk kruk' His legs took his hungry weakened body past the snarling beast of winter and into the bitter cold of the snow. 'Strange...am I dreaming...Am I dead...?' He thought to himself as the snowy haze gave way to a sparsely covered field. The mountains rose in the distance purple and black against the sky in the early morning. A glance back showed him that he'd traveled quite far; but he could still see his trail.

The sound that had brought him here was now louder, more distinct. "Kruuk...awk!" Blinking he saw before him two large ravens perched on what appeared to be a large lump of fur partially covered in snow.  But...they were eating? Or at least trying to. He felt his heart grow heavy. A Totoma? Closer inspection informed him that it was actually a wild boar; half eaten and left to the ravens. The somber feeling passed to be replaced with disbelief and joy. But this... this would be enough to last at least another week. His strength renewed he managed to take himself to it. After some effort, he left a hock and some of the belly to the ravens. Thanking them he drags the rest to his family. Upon his return and past the surprise; after all had taken their fill for the day.

"How?" "I heard the ravens. Their call guided me to this. Motherfather has been good to us this winter." From then he was no longer known as the 'fool child' who chased ravens for sport. He was then known as Guided By Ravens …. from then on he heeded their call, especially in the winter.



-notes: may write out fully at some point-

[Ravenous13]

There was a time when darkness was the only thought.
Floating within as the heart drums steadily.
A darkness deep and red. A darkness safe and warm.
Time passes. Time grows. Time becomes more apparent.
Like that of a sprouting tree.
The darkness that once was then becomes the dream.
The dream of the light of tomorrow
And its possibilities becomes the only thought.

But...she remembers the darkness before the light that is now her life.
Sprouting and reaching from beneath the shelter of the shade.
She remembers the dream that once was forgotten...
Into the light.
In favor of the dream of awakening
Into this life.
She remembers them all now
In absolute certainty.
So she embodies this knowing in quiet serenity
Beginning, end, and all within.
As she was always the dream.
Complete.

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Deep in a forest in the dappled shade of trees, a little bird stands in the clearing. Making sure his stage is set, stretches his wings and sings. His voice resonates as he flits and flutters from little twig to little twig. A young buck prances and frolics , his steps in time with the melody. Joyful and vibrant...as the sun watches proudly. The moon even sneaks a peek. The stage of life in paradise:

"Come to Paradise
Those who seek
A dance, a swoon, a kiss on the cheek
Whispered words in warmth of dens
And stolen hearts of many kin

Capricious though he may well be
It's something that he can't quite see
For a whim is a whim and
A true whimsical beast he is
With dance of spark, fizzle, fire or fizz

Prancing like a sun incarnate, or glowing like the moon
Howling like a wolf, trilling,  or singing off-tune
A step or spin or lovely pose
Vibrant as the colors he wears
With a sometimes haughty or arrogant air

Within it all is an innocence too
Like a buck gone kid...or one of the two
Playing tricks or luring favor
All he does is in the moment
Thinking not of the of things un-savored

But paradise is just that
No matter the colors it wears
Dainty, daunting, delicate, bare
Or even if its a bit concise
You can't deny that it is Paradise

A warm den waits for those who seek
To swoon, to dance, to kiss, to speak
Or mingling with a buck most kind
To steal a heart or have one stolen
Or simply just to have theirs chosen

So welcome to Paradise
And all things a whim
To sink or float or learn to swim
A lovely sun-bird awaits there
With voice of honey or whatever is pleasant
And plumage rivaling even the most golden of pheasant

All are welcome
For a dance, to sing a song, or play and prance
To watch the show or even greet
The magnificent bird with sprightly feet

Behold!"

Colorful feathers drifted from the trees softly to the ground. Watching the buckling were many colorful birds. A rainbow sea decorating the trees. The young buck dances on happily. Not a care in the world.

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"You are borne of sky and stars"

So spoke the ancient one. Although she could see no one around her,she had no fear. All that she felt was an encompassing warmth and comfort.

[Ravenous13]

Meanwhile, deep within the forest; two stags were hunting for doe. Her scent was intoxicating. She must be near... Giving the side eye to one another as they trotted side by side, their noses to the ground. The smell of her growing ever faint yet strangely strong as the days pass.

Every so often their horns touched; just enough to spark fury between the two of them and they would battle.

A week passed, then another week.
Stopping only long enough to quench their thirst.

Midday, and they halted in their search. They could still smell her. She had to be close. Their calls filling the forest air, the clash of their battles rattling the flocks of birds from their trees.

Days passed. Their bodies began to grow weak, their minds grew foggy. Still they searched, heads down; shoulder to shoulder. Soon they realized that their paths had been taking them in circles. Around them a ring of white mushrooms. In the lucid moments between their determined yet addled minds, they often caught a glimpse of them. A cold and swirling mist surrounded them outside the circle. Beyond that mist they caught a brief glimpse of what seemed to be shadows flitting in and out of sight.

Weaker still.

'Where is she!?' 'I must find her!'
'NO! She is MINE!'

A battle ensues.

More days pass. Their legs grow so weak that their bodies can no longer be held. They try to battle...  the battle only rages in their minds. The scent of her...so close...so near...

The shadows grow more vivid and in the fleeting and ever more quiet thoughts in the stag's minds they hear a voice.

"Sso you've found me...I wasss beginning to worry."

Soft and beguiling; a siren's song. Their hearts began to pound with joy and excitement until they realize...that her scent had disappeared. Instead there was another scent...thick and masculine drifting on the mist. As the haze parted a buck stepped forward; deep indigo like the night sky, his pale eyes glowing with anticipation and hunger.
His movements toward them graceful; yet somehow seemed calculated.

"I haven't eaten in weeksss..."

Their confusion at his words shifting into growing terror as he stepped yet closer. Hypnotic and predatory. They were powerless to run as it seemed as if all of their will had drifted from their bodies. They stared wide eyed at this buck who peered down at them. Long fangs gleaming in the moonlight as he grinned with malevolent delight.



"Thiss wont take long; all you have to do isss sssleeep..."

They felt their bodies go numb and heavy, their eyes fading into the darkness.

"Ssssleeeep..."

-Later...

Their bodies were found in the middle of a clearing.
The circle of mushrooms had withered and browned.
Nose to nose the two late warriors lay.
Their bodies dry and empty husks.
No organs. No blood.
Their eyes empty pits.
The morning dew beaded on their pelts.
Soon the birds began to sing.