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Stormlight's own history (Part 1)
To hunt, to howl, to live free!
Stormlight's own history
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PART ONE
Out of the thunder and lightening and into the cover of the deep forest an elf came into this world. This is no ordinary elf by any stretch of the imagination.
Let’s start with the beginning……
It was the Flood and Flowers festival at the Sun village. Everyone from most every tribe was invited. Beautiful, dark skinned villagers mingled and danced with their pale skinned cousins. Silky, bright material of the hosts contrasted with the thick, dark garments of the guests. Drums and an array of other instruments filled the air with rhythmic delight. A plethora of food and drink was shared by all.
As part of the evening's entertainment some of the sun village maidens danced to vibrant music. Among them was Zahnree. She had sumptuous auburn curls that cascaded down her back. There off to the side sat a group of wolfrider hunters. One of them had wavy chestnut brown locks that tumbled around his shoulders. He was called Tusk and his golden eyes met her laughing emerald eyes for just a moment. That was all it took to shake their worlds upside down. They had recognized and new each other's secret soul name instantly. There was also the sudden urge to mate. That was how Recognition was.
Zahnree left the circle of dancers to go see the one Recognition had chosen as her mate. She had always dreamed of it happening, but with a wolfrider? Tusk stood up with a grin on his lips as the lovely vision before him came near. She was beautiful and he had the urge. It mattered not what blood she had to him. It wasn't a bad coupling, just not what either of them would have expected. Recognition cares not for the parents involved just that the joining of the best would promise certain survival of a strong and gifted child.
Neither one chose to resist Recognition's call and news spread quickly through the crowd about the promise of new life. Now the celebrants had even more reason to rejoice. Cheers and howls of delight went up, as the two didn't waste time in leaving to find a more private place to answer Recognition's urgent call.
Even though Tusk and Zahnree had answered Recognition's call, it did not mean they also fell in love. Just because there was going to be a birth neither was required to remain with the other if they did not want to. Tusk decided to stay and Zahnree was glad to have his company and help. In two turns of the seasons she grew heavy with cub. Labor began early one day and by evening their daughter was born.
Zahnree named her Stormlight for the lightening and the color of her hair. She and Tusk worked together to raise their daughter. Stormlight enjoyed life growing up in the sun village. Tales of the forest told by her father and by other visiting wolfriders kept her educated and very curious about life outside the village. Since Stormlight was nearly grown enough that Zahnree wouldn't need as much help raising her, Tusk had talked about returning home to Briar holt. He missed life in the forest and his tribe mates. He would like to have Stormlight go with him but he would never ask such a thing and hurt Zahnree. Stormlight herself felt a desire in her soul for some time to go to the forests. Not because of her father and not because of curiosity, but because it was in her blood like wolf song. She wrestled with telling her mother. When she finally did get the courage up to tell her it was her mother's answer that came as a surprise. Zahnree told Stormlight that she knew the day Stormlight was born that her blood was more wolfrider and that this day would certainly come. Zahnree seemed relieved instead of hurt. Tusk and the other wolfriders were where Stormlight belonged now.
Stormlight excelled in hunting and tracking skills. The bow was her chosen weapon. The tribe plant shaper, Branch, who was also her grandmother, made her a special bow with a howling wolf's head at its top point. Stormlight named her bow Howlsinger. Tusk gave her a bright metal knife he'd won in a game of troll dice.
From tribe brothers and sisters she learned about what and where to forage. She got lots of chances to pratice her healing skills as many were wounded in the rough games they played. She herself was never very lucky in wrestling
Every rare once in a while she would pin someone, surprising her and the one she pinned.
Stormlight saved a wolf cub from becoming a long tooth's meal one evening while she was out checking traps. She heard the crashing in the distance and the breeze brought scents to her nose of who was making the noise. Stormlight ‘sent’ for help from a few of her holt mates that weren't far off. She knelt down by a tree and when the big cat was in range she let loose a couple of arrows into the beast's chest. Wide-eyed Stormlight braced herself when she realized the big cat wasn't slowing down as fast as expected. She grabbed her dagger and the dying beast crashed upon her not yet willing to die. Stormlight suffered some deep cuts before thrusting her dagger through the roof of the animal's mouth up into its brain. It fell dead right on top of her. As the deadly struggle ensued, her soul name was revealed to her. Her mind was overwhelmed. It was nearly too much to deal with. Oh HighOnes! She was pinned down and the weight of the cat was squishing the life out of her now. She could feel herself weakening from loss of blood. Her sendings became frantic. The wolf cub had come back and licked Stormlight’s face trying to comfort her. Her tribe mates were amazed and relieved when they found her still alive. Stormlight gasped for air when the carcass was lifted away. A healer tended to her wounds and she was given the first meats of the kill, which she had earned. After Stormlight regained her nerves and her bearings she inspected the cub she risked her life to save. She named the cub Briar and they became bonded. The bonding and soul finding were something good out of such a scary day. At the next howl they gave her the pelt of the big cat. Stormlight didn't like wrestling anymore as she became panicked because of what happened with the long tooth.
At a point in her life Stormlight had gained a wolfrider name from her tribe mates. She was always tending to the needs of the wolf pack, pulling our burrs, briars and thorns. So she became known to her tribe mates as Thornpuller
To hunt, to howl, to live free!
Stormlight's own history
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PART ONE
Out of the thunder and lightening and into the cover of the deep forest an elf came into this world. This is no ordinary elf by any stretch of the imagination.
Let’s start with the beginning……
It was the Flood and Flowers festival at the Sun village. Everyone from most every tribe was invited. Beautiful, dark skinned villagers mingled and danced with their pale skinned cousins. Silky, bright material of the hosts contrasted with the thick, dark garments of the guests. Drums and an array of other instruments filled the air with rhythmic delight. A plethora of food and drink was shared by all.
As part of the evening's entertainment some of the sun village maidens danced to vibrant music. Among them was Zahnree. She had sumptuous auburn curls that cascaded down her back. There off to the side sat a group of wolfrider hunters. One of them had wavy chestnut brown locks that tumbled around his shoulders. He was called Tusk and his golden eyes met her laughing emerald eyes for just a moment. That was all it took to shake their worlds upside down. They had recognized and new each other's secret soul name instantly. There was also the sudden urge to mate. That was how Recognition was.
Zahnree left the circle of dancers to go see the one Recognition had chosen as her mate. She had always dreamed of it happening, but with a wolfrider? Tusk stood up with a grin on his lips as the lovely vision before him came near. She was beautiful and he had the urge. It mattered not what blood she had to him. It wasn't a bad coupling, just not what either of them would have expected. Recognition cares not for the parents involved just that the joining of the best would promise certain survival of a strong and gifted child.
Neither one chose to resist Recognition's call and news spread quickly through the crowd about the promise of new life. Now the celebrants had even more reason to rejoice. Cheers and howls of delight went up, as the two didn't waste time in leaving to find a more private place to answer Recognition's urgent call.
Even though Tusk and Zahnree had answered Recognition's call, it did not mean they also fell in love. Just because there was going to be a birth neither was required to remain with the other if they did not want to. Tusk decided to stay and Zahnree was glad to have his company and help. In two turns of the seasons she grew heavy with cub. Labor began early one day and by evening their daughter was born.
Zahnree named her Stormlight for the lightening and the color of her hair. She and Tusk worked together to raise their daughter. Stormlight enjoyed life growing up in the sun village. Tales of the forest told by her father and by other visiting wolfriders kept her educated and very curious about life outside the village. Since Stormlight was nearly grown enough that Zahnree wouldn't need as much help raising her, Tusk had talked about returning home to Briar holt. He missed life in the forest and his tribe mates. He would like to have Stormlight go with him but he would never ask such a thing and hurt Zahnree. Stormlight herself felt a desire in her soul for some time to go to the forests. Not because of her father and not because of curiosity, but because it was in her blood like wolf song. She wrestled with telling her mother. When she finally did get the courage up to tell her it was her mother's answer that came as a surprise. Zahnree told Stormlight that she knew the day Stormlight was born that her blood was more wolfrider and that this day would certainly come. Zahnree seemed relieved instead of hurt. Tusk and the other wolfriders were where Stormlight belonged now.
Stormlight excelled in hunting and tracking skills. The bow was her chosen weapon. The tribe plant shaper, Branch, who was also her grandmother, made her a special bow with a howling wolf's head at its top point. Stormlight named her bow Howlsinger. Tusk gave her a bright metal knife he'd won in a game of troll dice.
From tribe brothers and sisters she learned about what and where to forage. She got lots of chances to pratice her healing skills as many were wounded in the rough games they played. She herself was never very lucky in wrestling
Every rare once in a while she would pin someone, surprising her and the one she pinned.
Stormlight saved a wolf cub from becoming a long tooth's meal one evening while she was out checking traps. She heard the crashing in the distance and the breeze brought scents to her nose of who was making the noise. Stormlight ‘sent’ for help from a few of her holt mates that weren't far off. She knelt down by a tree and when the big cat was in range she let loose a couple of arrows into the beast's chest. Wide-eyed Stormlight braced herself when she realized the big cat wasn't slowing down as fast as expected. She grabbed her dagger and the dying beast crashed upon her not yet willing to die. Stormlight suffered some deep cuts before thrusting her dagger through the roof of the animal's mouth up into its brain. It fell dead right on top of her. As the deadly struggle ensued, her soul name was revealed to her. Her mind was overwhelmed. It was nearly too much to deal with. Oh HighOnes! She was pinned down and the weight of the cat was squishing the life out of her now. She could feel herself weakening from loss of blood. Her sendings became frantic. The wolf cub had come back and licked Stormlight’s face trying to comfort her. Her tribe mates were amazed and relieved when they found her still alive. Stormlight gasped for air when the carcass was lifted away. A healer tended to her wounds and she was given the first meats of the kill, which she had earned. After Stormlight regained her nerves and her bearings she inspected the cub she risked her life to save. She named the cub Briar and they became bonded. The bonding and soul finding were something good out of such a scary day. At the next howl they gave her the pelt of the big cat. Stormlight didn't like wrestling anymore as she became panicked because of what happened with the long tooth.
At a point in her life Stormlight had gained a wolfrider name from her tribe mates. She was always tending to the needs of the wolf pack, pulling our burrs, briars and thorns. So she became known to her tribe mates as Thornpuller
