Post by MissTris on Sept 19, 2010 2:45:57 GMT -5
A while back I had this really weird dream, it was interesting, and I wish that I could finish it, but don't think I ever will have it again...this is how it went...
((I posted it on my Livejournal))
I cannot totally remember how it started, but there was a flood. A massive cataclysm or upheaval of the little world I knew as what I was. I was me, sometimes, as a birdwoman, and then I was the Birdman. Not like that cartoon with the guy with the eagle, but a mystic of great importance. It seemed important when I was one or the other. I will try to play it for you the best that I can here...maybe someone can make sense of this as I could see it and speak in my head...
Through sharp blue, female eyes I see the other people. They are normal people, like you and I, but at the same time they are animal people. They are dressed in skins and furs and feathers. Scale, horn, and bone decorate them as would the beasts they resemble. Land walkers, or sky fliers all. Some have bright bits woven in, natural coloration-flowers, berry stains and bobbles found about.
We live out, away from others. If there are others I do not know now, because things were changing. As the birdman I read the clouds, and watched the water. I warned them, and I lead many away to a 'safer' place.
It was the hope to protect them. I called the birds from the sky to guide me truly. Raven, hawk, kestrel, Owl, and Heron amid the many. I flew with them, my cloak of feathers, glossy black-blue, black-red, and shades of brown, patches of white. The sky was dim and it was a day and night to reach this place. Those who had come ran with their people. Wolves ran in packs, their belts flying, hoods forward so their noses were to the ground and eyes to the sky. Deer flicked though, white spots shining on few pelts. Many came, but not all came.
I was birdwoman again. I stood before them and called them to be calm, that when the night was over and the sun broke the fast of night that we would live with new life, or die in the chaos.
Though the eyes of birdman I saw, as others saw the floods came gushing torrents of water with hazards seen and unseen in its rage. fire tore the sky, and wind howled it higher, and fiercer than we had known. My people were a vast people, but were swept away. Birds with wings torn asunder, brittle bones snapped as they panicked and flew. Legs broken, heads bashed in falling debris or many, who's pelts caught flame burned and suffocated on ash. Smaller people were swept away in the floods that ravaged the land. At last as the sun rose and the storms and fire dwindled we came together.
Battered and bruised and bleeding. A nation of people, a wild of animals gathered and cleared away a more protected vale. I aided, for though I was the mystic I was no better than they. I am the birdwoman. I am they sheltering wings in the storms of torment. I am the judge of light for this world. We gathered there and cleared this place that the water had mostly run from. Bare feet stepped through puddles, teams of strong beasts lifted the heavier detris, while the smaller, more agile gathered what was beneath or around.
After it was cleared, and many days had passed there was trouble. In my bird bones I could feel it. And it came...I am still the birdwoman, and I step before death. A life was claimed out of right and I must judge. As days pass the fighting and danger grow amid the animal people. They are more beast than man at times. Their balance has shifted. Many were set exile for failure with the tests.
A male wolf, steel of wolf belt, and white of mane who had been beta, turned alpha during the storms came forward. He was an aggressor. In his green eyes you could see the wolf there. All could see the wolf in him, it ruled him now, and did not work with him. His teeth were sharp and his words bitter. He was permitted, as all were, to speak before the society.
As the birdman, I stood by him, arms folded, cloak about my shoulders and listened to his words. 'Time has come new to us. Our people is small now, and as few we are weak. We hold to ways that are old, before the fire that punished us for our listening. He is our leader by him claim and none attest him. He has no right to be and that is the reason of the fire and death. He brought down on us this cataclysm!' He spoke long against me, slandering my name and what I stood for. What we, as a people, were for. He wanted to be as the animals, and not one with them, not one of them in spirit bond. He wanted to revert back to how things were long before we became a people. Where there were hunters, and hunted. Both predator and prey of the community listened, both sides heard and many of both sides saw that he was wrong. They rose to him and told him so.
I stood calm and listened to him. I stood, tan arms folded and listened to them. Once more I was the birdwoman. As the Birdwoman I spoke. 'you have killed, here you have killed now. There is the blood upon your jaw, and the wolf in your eyes.' The people moved to speak, they were restless and weary. They were frightened and confused. 'You have been tried, and you have failed the test of aggression because of the wolf in your eyes. He blinds you there, and makes you blind here.' I tapped his head once, as he lifted his lip and stiffened. Clear he would snap at the finger were it to prod more than once. 'and here' I tap his chest. 'He make you hunger, and makes you mad. You are mad.'
Again he rose to speak, and was challenged by the others. Their animals started to show in their eyes as they fought inside.
A female wolf stood, white of belt, and silver of mane, one ear poked through with a bone. She stood and the wolf was there in her eyes dancing. She stepped forward with not a word until she stood beside me, before him. She spoke my name and said to all 'I will challenge him, so no more shall die. I challenge him for his test of aggression and should he fail he shall die. Should he pass, I believe I shall die.'
I looked to him, and he looked to her with a snear upon his lips but pride would not let him see the better for himself. He accepted the challenge, a challenge of blood. Knife to hand I sliced my thumb and turned it to them in turn to be taken. Then cut the band upon their arms. A blood challenge. I picked a flower with yellow sharp leaves and handed it to him. 'This is your pass to the society gathering. you present this to me to enter here.' He sneared at the flower, and she smiled 'I prefer that plant, for it's serrated edges suit me.' She had nearly failed her aggression test. Now here the wolf was in her eyes. Her wolf was talking for her, and she would pay the price for that action. He took it and crushed it to his palm then turned and left.
Nights passed until the moon was smiling down, sharp and white, grinning in knowing light. I stood in the center of the society, my cloak of feather swirling as I danced and chanted, feet stamping. The society was in rings outward from those who were bright, and close to those of dark, who stood on edge. They were calm and quiet, waiting, as the moon waited. He came and they parted for him to step forward. I was the birdman now. I called to them to witness him. He presented to me the flower he was given. I danced about him and chanted. She came forward...
There is where I woke up from this dream. And thinking about it I will explain what I mean by belt.
The Wolf belt or girdle, is as the name implies, a belt. A wolf tail, and sometimes other things are attached to it. Many of the wolf belts also have a back strip running up to the mane, effectively making one whole piece. Depending on how much of the wolf was in them dictated how much the belt would cover or expand.
I express this dream to you all, because I think it would be interesting if anyone would like to act on it with me, and play with the Bird woman mystic(or the bird man), it's up for any sort of thing I think, your imagination and mine with this dream.
I've not written up a bio because this is a very loose idea in my head and I want to see if I have any takers before I commit to making someone. I would like to play the Bird Woman Mystic but I will play the Bird Man. However, if someone would indulge me, I would play as I dreamed it, where gender switches at odd times. Personality does not change, only the way the Mystic carries itself-more mothering, into more of a leader.
Bird Woman (my name I can not recall) is more of an aggressive Uke, or passive Seme. She is the leader of the tribe, so she has to have a backbone of Iron.
Bird Man, same name, same personality as the fem, just more dominant and one to 'take charge' or challenge when needed.
I have a few things I thought of for RPs
-before apocalypse beginning, perhaps a long time before, or just before where the Mystic has her dream and information from sky and water, eventually becoming post.
-Post-apocalyptic, while people are getting the animals in their eyes and turning back to what they were before they were a people.
-during the move. Here I am willing to discuss splitting of the peoples, and perhaps play as someone else with the Birdman-woman as a more minor character in the face of the changes the world is going through.
drop a line here or PM me, we can figure something out. Because it's a dream and very loose and open to interpretations and any sort of ideas. I have given you the universe, I have given you the story, I have given you some lives...together, we'll make a history.
((I posted it on my Livejournal))
I cannot totally remember how it started, but there was a flood. A massive cataclysm or upheaval of the little world I knew as what I was. I was me, sometimes, as a birdwoman, and then I was the Birdman. Not like that cartoon with the guy with the eagle, but a mystic of great importance. It seemed important when I was one or the other. I will try to play it for you the best that I can here...maybe someone can make sense of this as I could see it and speak in my head...
Through sharp blue, female eyes I see the other people. They are normal people, like you and I, but at the same time they are animal people. They are dressed in skins and furs and feathers. Scale, horn, and bone decorate them as would the beasts they resemble. Land walkers, or sky fliers all. Some have bright bits woven in, natural coloration-flowers, berry stains and bobbles found about.
We live out, away from others. If there are others I do not know now, because things were changing. As the birdman I read the clouds, and watched the water. I warned them, and I lead many away to a 'safer' place.
It was the hope to protect them. I called the birds from the sky to guide me truly. Raven, hawk, kestrel, Owl, and Heron amid the many. I flew with them, my cloak of feathers, glossy black-blue, black-red, and shades of brown, patches of white. The sky was dim and it was a day and night to reach this place. Those who had come ran with their people. Wolves ran in packs, their belts flying, hoods forward so their noses were to the ground and eyes to the sky. Deer flicked though, white spots shining on few pelts. Many came, but not all came.
I was birdwoman again. I stood before them and called them to be calm, that when the night was over and the sun broke the fast of night that we would live with new life, or die in the chaos.
Though the eyes of birdman I saw, as others saw the floods came gushing torrents of water with hazards seen and unseen in its rage. fire tore the sky, and wind howled it higher, and fiercer than we had known. My people were a vast people, but were swept away. Birds with wings torn asunder, brittle bones snapped as they panicked and flew. Legs broken, heads bashed in falling debris or many, who's pelts caught flame burned and suffocated on ash. Smaller people were swept away in the floods that ravaged the land. At last as the sun rose and the storms and fire dwindled we came together.
Battered and bruised and bleeding. A nation of people, a wild of animals gathered and cleared away a more protected vale. I aided, for though I was the mystic I was no better than they. I am the birdwoman. I am they sheltering wings in the storms of torment. I am the judge of light for this world. We gathered there and cleared this place that the water had mostly run from. Bare feet stepped through puddles, teams of strong beasts lifted the heavier detris, while the smaller, more agile gathered what was beneath or around.
After it was cleared, and many days had passed there was trouble. In my bird bones I could feel it. And it came...I am still the birdwoman, and I step before death. A life was claimed out of right and I must judge. As days pass the fighting and danger grow amid the animal people. They are more beast than man at times. Their balance has shifted. Many were set exile for failure with the tests.
A male wolf, steel of wolf belt, and white of mane who had been beta, turned alpha during the storms came forward. He was an aggressor. In his green eyes you could see the wolf there. All could see the wolf in him, it ruled him now, and did not work with him. His teeth were sharp and his words bitter. He was permitted, as all were, to speak before the society.
As the birdman, I stood by him, arms folded, cloak about my shoulders and listened to his words. 'Time has come new to us. Our people is small now, and as few we are weak. We hold to ways that are old, before the fire that punished us for our listening. He is our leader by him claim and none attest him. He has no right to be and that is the reason of the fire and death. He brought down on us this cataclysm!' He spoke long against me, slandering my name and what I stood for. What we, as a people, were for. He wanted to be as the animals, and not one with them, not one of them in spirit bond. He wanted to revert back to how things were long before we became a people. Where there were hunters, and hunted. Both predator and prey of the community listened, both sides heard and many of both sides saw that he was wrong. They rose to him and told him so.
I stood calm and listened to him. I stood, tan arms folded and listened to them. Once more I was the birdwoman. As the Birdwoman I spoke. 'you have killed, here you have killed now. There is the blood upon your jaw, and the wolf in your eyes.' The people moved to speak, they were restless and weary. They were frightened and confused. 'You have been tried, and you have failed the test of aggression because of the wolf in your eyes. He blinds you there, and makes you blind here.' I tapped his head once, as he lifted his lip and stiffened. Clear he would snap at the finger were it to prod more than once. 'and here' I tap his chest. 'He make you hunger, and makes you mad. You are mad.'
Again he rose to speak, and was challenged by the others. Their animals started to show in their eyes as they fought inside.
A female wolf stood, white of belt, and silver of mane, one ear poked through with a bone. She stood and the wolf was there in her eyes dancing. She stepped forward with not a word until she stood beside me, before him. She spoke my name and said to all 'I will challenge him, so no more shall die. I challenge him for his test of aggression and should he fail he shall die. Should he pass, I believe I shall die.'
I looked to him, and he looked to her with a snear upon his lips but pride would not let him see the better for himself. He accepted the challenge, a challenge of blood. Knife to hand I sliced my thumb and turned it to them in turn to be taken. Then cut the band upon their arms. A blood challenge. I picked a flower with yellow sharp leaves and handed it to him. 'This is your pass to the society gathering. you present this to me to enter here.' He sneared at the flower, and she smiled 'I prefer that plant, for it's serrated edges suit me.' She had nearly failed her aggression test. Now here the wolf was in her eyes. Her wolf was talking for her, and she would pay the price for that action. He took it and crushed it to his palm then turned and left.
Nights passed until the moon was smiling down, sharp and white, grinning in knowing light. I stood in the center of the society, my cloak of feather swirling as I danced and chanted, feet stamping. The society was in rings outward from those who were bright, and close to those of dark, who stood on edge. They were calm and quiet, waiting, as the moon waited. He came and they parted for him to step forward. I was the birdman now. I called to them to witness him. He presented to me the flower he was given. I danced about him and chanted. She came forward...
There is where I woke up from this dream. And thinking about it I will explain what I mean by belt.
The Wolf belt or girdle, is as the name implies, a belt. A wolf tail, and sometimes other things are attached to it. Many of the wolf belts also have a back strip running up to the mane, effectively making one whole piece. Depending on how much of the wolf was in them dictated how much the belt would cover or expand.
I express this dream to you all, because I think it would be interesting if anyone would like to act on it with me, and play with the Bird woman mystic(or the bird man), it's up for any sort of thing I think, your imagination and mine with this dream.
I've not written up a bio because this is a very loose idea in my head and I want to see if I have any takers before I commit to making someone. I would like to play the Bird Woman Mystic but I will play the Bird Man. However, if someone would indulge me, I would play as I dreamed it, where gender switches at odd times. Personality does not change, only the way the Mystic carries itself-more mothering, into more of a leader.
Bird Woman (my name I can not recall) is more of an aggressive Uke, or passive Seme. She is the leader of the tribe, so she has to have a backbone of Iron.
Bird Man, same name, same personality as the fem, just more dominant and one to 'take charge' or challenge when needed.
I have a few things I thought of for RPs
-before apocalypse beginning, perhaps a long time before, or just before where the Mystic has her dream and information from sky and water, eventually becoming post.
-Post-apocalyptic, while people are getting the animals in their eyes and turning back to what they were before they were a people.
-during the move. Here I am willing to discuss splitting of the peoples, and perhaps play as someone else with the Birdman-woman as a more minor character in the face of the changes the world is going through.
drop a line here or PM me, we can figure something out. Because it's a dream and very loose and open to interpretations and any sort of ideas. I have given you the universe, I have given you the story, I have given you some lives...together, we'll make a history.
