Post by Foxfairy on Jul 20, 2006 23:11:33 GMT -5
THE LEGEND OF THE FURRES
Long ago, when Springmoon was wandering the earth, alone and greiving for her kin, a new creature came to the land of Dapplewood. Asla had found the ferals too quick-tempered and frivolous to reign the earth; She had found a new species of creature, the Humans, to be too destructive. They burned and attacked the forest; they enslaved the vulpine natives of the land; they turned to firelight and shied from Asla. Soon after creating the Humans, she send a number of plagues to destroy the species. They languished and died; the bones of those cursed creatures have long since turned to dust.
Again, Asla let the earth decide the fate of her land- and thus let her give birth to the furres. She watched them as they lived and worked; she ordered her daughters to open the doors of Dapplewood to the furres, although Dapplewood had been made by Asla, not the earth.. And so the furres came and settled the land, building a campsite and an underground safehold. Asla's light dimmed as she saw the furres begin to take advantage of their magical vulpine neighbors.She watched as, day after day, the furres captured and killed her creatures. They destroyed a swath of forest, for use in farming and for wood, to burn unpleasant offerings to her. Though they were a synthesis of human and animals, they had little appreciation for nature, or the ferals. She had expected them to live together, supportive and in harmony, yet they attacked each other. She had expected each group to revere and love each other- yet they warred. To make matters worse, the furres began to spurn Asla, instead worshipping the earth that had creatued them.
The creatures - feral and furre- began to become increasingly intolerant of each other. Dapplewood was split into two halves; one was claimed by the furres, the other by the ferals.
From time to time, a wandering fox would chance into the lands of the furres; the unfortunate creature was ripped to shreds and his carcass displayed as a banner. And if a furre chanced to wander into the place where the ferals held sway, he was eaten and his bones scattered to the carrion-birds.
Springmoon had been wandering for many a season when she returned to her home, still weeping bitter tears of her sisters. She was incensed to find the raging hatred in her previously serene and loving land. With disregard for feral and furre alike, she gathered an army of familiar beings and creatures. Rallying them together, Springmoon led an attack on the furre camp. In the midst of the fighting, Springmoon released her full power, overcome with the fury of seeing her 'children' die. In a flash of blinding light, the battle was finished- although the ferals paid a high, high price for victory. Both furre and feral alike had perished in the torrent of energy; and many a score had died that day.
The camp of the furres was demolished- and their essence was so foul that the area they had inhabited was of desert grass and burned bracken for many centuries more.
Long ago, when Springmoon was wandering the earth, alone and greiving for her kin, a new creature came to the land of Dapplewood. Asla had found the ferals too quick-tempered and frivolous to reign the earth; She had found a new species of creature, the Humans, to be too destructive. They burned and attacked the forest; they enslaved the vulpine natives of the land; they turned to firelight and shied from Asla. Soon after creating the Humans, she send a number of plagues to destroy the species. They languished and died; the bones of those cursed creatures have long since turned to dust.
Again, Asla let the earth decide the fate of her land- and thus let her give birth to the furres. She watched them as they lived and worked; she ordered her daughters to open the doors of Dapplewood to the furres, although Dapplewood had been made by Asla, not the earth.. And so the furres came and settled the land, building a campsite and an underground safehold. Asla's light dimmed as she saw the furres begin to take advantage of their magical vulpine neighbors.She watched as, day after day, the furres captured and killed her creatures. They destroyed a swath of forest, for use in farming and for wood, to burn unpleasant offerings to her. Though they were a synthesis of human and animals, they had little appreciation for nature, or the ferals. She had expected them to live together, supportive and in harmony, yet they attacked each other. She had expected each group to revere and love each other- yet they warred. To make matters worse, the furres began to spurn Asla, instead worshipping the earth that had creatued them.
The creatures - feral and furre- began to become increasingly intolerant of each other. Dapplewood was split into two halves; one was claimed by the furres, the other by the ferals.
From time to time, a wandering fox would chance into the lands of the furres; the unfortunate creature was ripped to shreds and his carcass displayed as a banner. And if a furre chanced to wander into the place where the ferals held sway, he was eaten and his bones scattered to the carrion-birds.
Springmoon had been wandering for many a season when she returned to her home, still weeping bitter tears of her sisters. She was incensed to find the raging hatred in her previously serene and loving land. With disregard for feral and furre alike, she gathered an army of familiar beings and creatures. Rallying them together, Springmoon led an attack on the furre camp. In the midst of the fighting, Springmoon released her full power, overcome with the fury of seeing her 'children' die. In a flash of blinding light, the battle was finished- although the ferals paid a high, high price for victory. Both furre and feral alike had perished in the torrent of energy; and many a score had died that day.
The camp of the furres was demolished- and their essence was so foul that the area they had inhabited was of desert grass and burned bracken for many centuries more.