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Avalon
Jan 17, 2010 10:21:13 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Jan 17, 2010 10:21:13 GMT -5
In my wanderings about the Village I have noticed many keep books scrawled with etchings and drawings of days and events. Perhaps this is the way of Men. I find my hands pulled to the attempt at following suit. *crouches on the ground leaning against the rock wall a large leather bound book perched carefully on my knees, a large stylus barely fits in my hands as I wrap talons around it to begin the process of etchings on paper rather than rock*
I met tonight an individual who has become part of my past, yet I did not know it. Our discussion traveled to my Charge and I showed her image to be recognized, it was. Now there are two whom I will watch, such an unusual development to be sure.
*ponders the words on the page noticing small tears in the soft paper from pressing hard with the stylus.* I do hope this is how it is meant to be done.
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Avalon
Jan 18, 2010 18:15:33 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Jan 18, 2010 18:15:33 GMT -5
*deep etchings on paper no longer are sufficient, now seeking mountain caves in which to leave behind memories of my passing* it would seem that the Dark Presence is taking on new fervor. the rumblings of the earth within the Village cry for the blood spilled, yet in the Town where my Charge stays the earth screams. these are not screams of pain or anguish, but of terror and wicked glee mingled in tandem. soon it will become necessary to move her, our presence is become quite 'unwelcome' and could prove a hazard to all. *a small etched rune in the side of the cave entrance marks the cave as one that is safe... for now*
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Avalon
Jan 21, 2010 15:12:05 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Jan 21, 2010 15:12:05 GMT -5
*settles on the bank for a small pool of crystal clear water, staring at the reflection of myself in its clear blue depths* *once again trying for the paper and ink routine* The etchings on my person, while quite lovely, are rather troublesome. Now there are others of my kind within the Village and I fear they will become 'offensive' if not a reason for scorn. It is a desire to understand the meanings of the ancient scripts and designs to unmask the cleverly hidden meaning behind them. I know they are of an old druid origin, but aside from that it is impossible for me to understand. I had hoped that my Charge would have known something of them, as did she. Perhaps it is my lot to go about my days without understanding of the exquisite adornment that sets me aside from others of my kind. Time will speak it all, I hope.
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Avalon
Jan 24, 2010 10:33:28 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Jan 24, 2010 10:33:28 GMT -5
*idly twiddles the pen between my talons dripping ink on pages, the ground and myself as I ponder the odd events of the past few days* A band of Leston's crew came to the Village the other night, it was clear they were up to nothing but mischief. The one, I cannot utter his name, was there speaking my name as if it were a curse. The actions I witnessed were deeply puzzling to me, but seemed to have much deeper meaning to him. He stomped a book into the ground. This action seemed simple enough, but the look in the eyes of both he and Aedon said it was much much more of a defining moment than any words could say. Is this book of that great importance that it will alter a man's destiny by causing it disrespect? If this be then the one is indeed lost.
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Avalon
Jan 27, 2010 11:43:04 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Jan 27, 2010 11:43:04 GMT -5
*etching on the sides of a soft mountain cave, not wishing for this to remain* How foolish the LICH female to come unattended. And then to say openly she spoke of things concerning the Kindred with another was horribly dangerous. Even I know not to speak of such things aloud. Her boldness in assuming she could reprimand me in My Village is, at best, a joke. I do not Watch over her, although perhaps she requires one who would, she has no voice with me. Her foolishness will bring her great destruction. I am a Watcher, and part of that watching is listening. The days of battle and wars are close at hand. If this rendezvous has any indication of the future, it will not be pretty. *shakes my head pondering the events and conversations*
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Avalon
Jan 28, 2010 23:07:07 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Jan 28, 2010 23:07:07 GMT -5
*steps off the perch at the Rest unfurling my wings and taking to the air* More and more I see and feel the unrest about me. More and more I feel the groans of the earth beneath my talons as even the grass and trees cry. The stories the ground whispers, the trees utter in the wind speak of soiled grace and pettiness. If emotions were within my grasp I fear this would be ire stirring deep within my essence. Such trivial bickering has no place in the hearts of these people who stand on the brink of war. A thing that should bring them together has shown the weakness in their heart. Such a pity that showers down upon their heads to be so utterly blind to the impending darkness that closes down on this Village. None will go untouched, not even me! *continues to fly fast through the forest to my Charge* I know She will have wisdom I do not have. She has lived within this realm longer than I, although I know the attitudes fail her also. *low rumbling growl of utter frustration*
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Avalon
Jan 31, 2010 15:42:13 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Jan 31, 2010 15:42:13 GMT -5
*deep and heavy sigh* the dye is cast, the course set into motion. will my decision be one for benefit or harm? soon time will speak of such things in full. *settles into the side of a mountain disappearing within the rock face only the glimmer of silver to speak my presence*
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Avalon
Feb 11, 2010 9:54:42 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Feb 11, 2010 9:54:42 GMT -5
*slowly meandering through the forests and glades enjoying the quiet when I come upon a tree baring a poster. reading the scrawling text a dark cloud hovers in my mind. landing softly by the tree and digging my feet into the earth I listen to what the forest floor speaks of the one who passed by this place. returning to a quiet perch I draw out the journal and begin to scrawl in the pages.* My mind is troubled and I am blind to this devious intent. I know the news I found cannot be good, not only for the one being hunted, but for my Charge and Me! I will speak to my Charge and hope she is safe, and I will keep ever closer eye about the realm. The carelessness of some will pose a threat to all. Do these individuals Not realize the value of taking care of each other? It has been proven she cares for none but herself, and now has become a threat to all of her kind. *mutters soft into the air*
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Avalon
Feb 16, 2010 14:10:31 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Feb 16, 2010 14:10:31 GMT -5
~ God Bless The Gargoyles ~
In a long-ago time, when long ago peoples were building cathedrals and raising up steeples, they crafted stone creatures and set them on perches to guard and protect and watch over the churches.
So gargoyles were born, and they stood night and day, keeping evil and terrible spirits away. And ne'er was a creature so true and so loyal as the watchful, courageous, and fearless gargoyle.
But the years came and went, and the people did, too. and in time, they forgot what their ancestors knew. And whenever they passed by the gargoyles' lairs, they trembled in fear at the gargoyles' stares.
As time went along, people's fear turned to spite, and they sneered and they cursed at the guardians of night: "Demons!" they grumbled -- "grotesque!" and "horrid!" "Those beasts don't belong on the house of the Lord!"
When the gargoyles heard these words that were spoken, their stony old hearts became crumbled and broken. Then storms rumbled in, and their eyes filled with rain, and in stillness they stayed, alone and in pain.
But, as it so happened, some angels were near, and, heeding the grief of a gargoyle's tear, they each fluttered down from the heavens on high to sit with the gargoyles ‘neath thundering skies.
Now, angels have ways of making things right, so they stayed with the gargoyles all through the night. Patting their heads and wiping their tears and whispering life into gargoyle ears.
And soon all the gargoyles did magical things: they gurgled and coughed and shook out their wings. Then, together, the angels and gargoyles took flight, and they soared through the clouds on a blustery night.
And while over pastures and hills they were winging, the voices of angels were radiantly singing! Music of healing and songs of rebirth to all of the creatures in all of the earth:
"God bless the rain, and the stormclouds that bring it. God bless the music, and the voices that sing it. God bless the ones who sing everything wrong. God bless the creatures who do not belong.
God bless the hearts and the souls who are grieving; for those who have left, and for those who are leaving. God bless each perishing body and mind God bless all creatures remaining behind.
God bless the dreamers whose dreams have awoken. God bless the lovers whose hearts have been broken. God bless each soul that is tortured and taunted, God bless all creatures, alone and unwanted."
And the gargoyles beheld wherever they roamed that the souls of the lost weren't really alone. Each one had an angel, each one was protected, and each one was cherished and loved and respected.
And so it is true with the gargoyles this day, for all of the angels who love them have stayed. Together they wait until days become nights, to embark on their dark and most glorious flights.
So if you see shapes in the night sky, don't fear -- it simply means angels and gargoyles are near! Guarding the earth with their gentle night call: “God bless the gargoyles. God bless us all."
1996 © Dav Pilkey
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Avalon
Feb 25, 2010 10:54:46 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Feb 25, 2010 10:54:46 GMT -5
*sitting at a new perch* My mind reels at this new turn of events. Aedon calls it a roost, I suppose for lack of a better term. I find it funny the term used for a chicken, but I like it. A small abode East of the Gate and North of the Village gives me a wide view of the Aegis as well as into Silverwood. I am most shocked and still try to find my voice to express the gratitude.
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Avalon
Mar 1, 2010 13:40:43 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Mar 1, 2010 13:40:43 GMT -5
*sitting on a chair sipping a strange brew named Tea pondering events of the recent past* So much has transpired in such short time, I struggle to grasp the fullness of it. The BloodMoon is upon us and the celebration is soon. I have spoken to my Charge concerning her 'choice', but to me it seems hollow and empty. Some would be most inclined to force her decision in one direction or another, I find that futile at best. She will do what her heart speaks true to her. On another note, I have found another of my kind. It is always a good thing to find others of my race. He also is puzzled at the ways of Man, perhaps we can learn together this odd world we find ourselves.
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Avalon
Mar 13, 2010 10:32:39 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Mar 13, 2010 10:32:39 GMT -5
*sitting in a new place pondering the environment sipping yet another new brew of hot beverage named Coffee.* This brew is indeed marvelous! It has quite a bit more body than the tea, and it seems that both have a great use in altering ones mood. My Charge has moved from the shadows and into the open. Her renewed vigor is refreshing. She has even commissioned me to fetch seeds again for her to tend. A garden, what a lovely thought.
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Avalon
Mar 29, 2010 7:49:42 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Mar 29, 2010 7:49:42 GMT -5
*stands in the corner watching the area and my Charge flitter about with a heady grin plastered to her face* It is quite curious as to her good humor, yet I suspect it is the success of the Gathering held last eve. Her normally stayed demeanor is quite ... festive? She is quite happy I would say, and as lovely as it is to see, it is also a bit odd as to know my place within her mood. It is not my desire to get in the way, so I will stand back and watch only. Her smile is contagious, and I cannot help but mimic her look. *light chuckle to watch her*
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Avalon
Apr 7, 2010 12:08:28 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Apr 7, 2010 12:08:28 GMT -5
*sits at the bar eager to listen to the happenings from around the Village and waiting the arrival of one I hold close* The new Brew that has been offered has become an excitement to me. A new female has assumed a place behind the bar and is quite knowledgeable in the ways of Man. Her offering of something more "spicy" has proven quite a treat, and I would be quite happy to try more. It is, however, a bit of a messy proposition. *watches the One she cares about enter the tavern, smiling without reservation* I offered my hands to him, and he accepted the touch. This must be the "feeling" others have tried to teach me. I know the others felt I was not aware of their conversation, but I heard them. They had quite the quandary on how to accomplish a rescue without tipping a hand bringing undue attention to the attempt. Time will see if an "air attack" would be within their desired plan of action. The new adornment for my wings has proven to diminish the sound produced by the stroke of a wing. Perhaps we will be of use.
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