Triskele

scrolls

2009-01-30T02:00:00.000-08:00

By accident or design Ondine Ninetails finds a curious object in the crevices of her cave where she keeps her horde. Merely by sifting and shoving rocks and stone to hide her precious gems and coins ,it first appears to her as what seems to be as layered earth. That is ,until she looks closer.Ondine pushes away the stones and pulls out a heavy container of what appears to be leather and gold. And quickly shifts to her biped form to hold and gently examine what seems to be carefully wrapped and hidden beneath the wall. She immediately senses the weight of time in this strange package of scrolls And knows this cave was not the place to examine such an object.Quickly she returns to her dragon form and under a moonless sky, quietly takes it by her swiftest flight to her hidden tower .There she can examine more closely and see exactly what this is without being disturbed by nosey fae or less likable creatures from the land of Taure Ru.Once she arrives in her tower she carefully and with reverence , places the container on the podium or her highest floor….Lights the four candles that mark the skies directions and stand hesitantly looking at the container atop the podium, as if it might devour her.She sees that on the leather like cover is a gem-design painted with something akin to blood. She knows it was blood.As aged as these scrolls obviously are, the blood scent still smells as fresh as the new kill in the forest of Sylvhara that she has consistently fed upon.Her thoughts are fixed on the scent of blood. And her thoughts are instinctively fearful. But her curiosity overwhelms her .Ondine lifts her hand to touch and open this gleaning object, holding her breath as if to silence her racing heart….and finds within this heavied, musty, aged container of parchments, a multitude of scrolls layered with dust embedded in the folds. A heavy sense of lifting or maybe sinking passed between her eyes as she quickens to the touch of something alive.Ondine immediately knows these are maps. She can feel and see the lines and curves created by a timeless mind…..an intelligence that’s left its longing for continuance. When carefully sliding off the leather tie, Ondine feels a soft moan....and is startled at not knowing if the moan came from her own lips or the container.Opening it with reverence ,her trembling hands slid over the textured parchment carefully so as not to disturb or change this fragile gift. Unfolding the first scroll, the lines and curves spread randomly beyond the edges and gives no clue as to where this curious map leads to or where it beginsShe roars at the curious object and like a petulant youth shouts outloud ….without thought, “I need no map! I am not lost! I am not one nor am I separate form the whole!”Her own voice throws her to the ground .Ondine lifts herself back to stand and turns again to the map as if coaxed by a firm parent, feeling its draw and seduction similar and not unlike that of a patient lover.The lines of the Map shift and slide over the surface of the scroll as if in response to Ondine’s cry.A whisper of trance falls over Ondine’s eyes as a soft voice breaths in her ear “Close your eyes ….and point ….and touch.There ……you will begin………………………………........

2008-12-23T06:59:00.000-08:00

6. Ondine Ninetails was pleasantly surprised that physically, the returning journey was much easier than expected.

Warm currents cradled her long journey and allowed a coasting gesture of wings to be ample effort to remain aloft.

This gave the dark dragon the luxury of concentration, thoughts and ponderings over the recent events.

It gave her time to examine the multitude of choices opened for the coming seasons. : Something new had opened in her mind. At first she felt distressed,thinking it may bee parasitic in nature, something other than or outside of her individualized self. But with the long lengths of time of observing and sensing, she enveloped the new and saw it as symbiotic. It allowed her to be the observer and the observed, the guide and the guided, the long line of genetic memory coming to fore .

It was a gnoing and an ease of purpose.

There was also a youthful excitement and impatience with this new found impulse.

What was seen as the symbiote warned and coaxed , cautioned and provoked to new inertias. The confusion it brought was both intoxicating and terrifying.

All these new feelings were being pondered and weighed.

The only decision Ondine made was to watch and see, for these new feelings could be the former delusions and illusions that never served well.

Ondine Ninetails grinned and thought that the only way to understand was to observe and see what poised response in her new home at Sylvhara. She wondered what wellings up will be useful.And most of all,….. how will this allow her to obtain the Hoon: the object of her dearest desire.

That time in the dungeon when she helped bring Dorian to his place of incarceration on the Wyre, she felt It’s presence, felt its call and immediately without logic or reason, lusted to possess it.

No cause or reason other than a fire in the blood.

Ondine Ninetails was deceived by the Queen when she(the Queen) told her that the blue stone she found beneath the Wyre was the Hoon.

Ondine ,in her blind lust, knelt before this false stone in ignorance and soon realized the Queen had deceived her. In that moment she lost her loyalty to the Queen and swore that the long life would be devoted to acquiring the Hoon. And the Queen’s lie would not be forgotten.

Ondine Ninetails remembered the words of her father,”All Dark is not evil and all Light is not good”.

With these thoughts Ondine fiercely pumped her massive wings, impatient to return and begin.

Ondine narrowed her eyes and focused on the object of her desire: the Hoon, the red stone that she now could see clearly in her mind’s eye.

And with this glowing and pulsing,Ondine speaks to the Hoon in the place of mindspeak, “You will be mine, my Love, You will be part of me and all that I become. However long it takes, know that I am present and approach closer with every breath.”

5. transmission

2008-12-18T07:47:00.000-08:00

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It is I who am hidden within Radiant Waters. I am the one who gradually.... put forth (manifested, emanated) the All.... It is I who am laden with the Voice. It is through me that Gnosis comes forth. I am perception (enlightenment) and knowledge, uttering a Voice... I am the real Voice. I cry out in everyone, and they recognize it (the Voice), since a seed (of me) dwells in (each of) them. I revealed myself ... among those who recognize me. For it is I who am joined (who am within) everyone... -- Trimorphic Protennoia, Nag Hammadi Library ____________________________________________________________ ...... .... .... ..Ondine obeyed and remained silent and still. Perhaps more from her shock and fear than out of respect. ....In spite of her youthful nature to rebel and flee, her body unwillingly relaxed. ....This ominous Dark massive creature began to speak in words one would expect a father might speak to a tiny child. For an instant ,Ondine felt a smirk emerge at such silly words. But soon found that what she felt might not be what it seemed…......As the Dark dragon spoke...... .... ..
DreamsSun beamsN dragon wingsCatching all the lightPrism's mounds of substanceMulti colored from the sightBirdie tweetsCandy sweetsBalanced on the tongueNot the cryingNot denyingShadows from the sunFingers at the base of treesPrayer upon our bleeding kneesDigging for the roots of allWhispering impassioned calls………..open open up the heartLet the soul beginWatch the veil begin to partWithin the eyes of friendsBlatant there before us allLong before the myth or fall
Dark n lightDay n nightServed in place of matterFair exchangeRearrangedWith cupN swordNPlatterWave the wandUrge us onFind the hearts delightJoy's the vesselDisembarkingBoardFor distant sights.. ..She suddenly felt as if all portions of her form were fleeing their familiar gathering of its dragon shape and were trying to scatter to the night like a flock of tiny birds. ....And at the same time she envisioned the sensation of this scattering to be more than a transformation. Her mind could only grasp the event by naming a comparison……she felt as if her whole body was but a drop of oil upon the element water. And this drop of oil exploded upon its surface and spread to the no thing. All boundaries were lost. All knowledge of self obscured. She had become the slivered rotting wood on the vessel’s deck…the gems piled haphazardly in the corners and scattered over the entire vessel…the stars that hung like lanterns in the four directions as well as the above and below…the surface of the ocean and the mirrored moon. And most profound of all… she was the Dark creature that balanced before her between the known and the unknown worlds.....A single thought came to Ondine, “This must surely be my death.”....And the Dark Dragon before her responded in mindspeak to her thoughts, “Yes, just one of the many deaths you will come to know.”....With these words in her mind the Dark Dragon’s form began to ripple as a tremor on the surface of water might under a soft breeze. ....“You have all else within, my daughter, all else will be revealed.”....“ I merely breeched your enclosure so that the underground streams might flow. The formula for this alchemy, the legacy, will be yours to understand, learn and live in the world of dreams. This you will send to the forward now.’....Suddenly a crescendo of nature began to move the ship and skies.....Clouds gathered in a hushed rush over the light of the setting moon. The former surface of a stagnant sea began to rise and fall under increasing winds. ....Ondine strained to hear the sounds of mindspeak from the form before her. But the blending sounds began to fade and bind with the sounds of waves and water.....Ondine could see that the father she had never known was submitting his form back to the elements and the ethers like a willing lover.....Without a fear for self and without a care of what might result, Ondine screamed to the heavens. “Father, why are you forsaking me?”....Both the Dragon’s caustic and healing tears of a million souls poured from her eyes and fell to the storms winds threatening to sink the fragile vessel she stood upon.....Ondine lurched to flight and Rose above the ship just as the dark below swallowed her place of rest.....The winds threw her toward the sky and caught her up in the currents of time and cast her back toward her new home in Sylvhara.....And no matter how hard she pumped her wings to try to return to the place she had encountered her father, the winds drove her back toward Sylvhara.....As she struggled and fought the currents that carried her toward her destination, Ondine thought she heard a whisper in her mind that spoke once more in the Ancient tongue of all dragons,....“All Light is not good. All Dark is not evil.Blessed be the Elvin womb that carried you toward your place in this world.”...... ..Ondine,Like her Dark Father, submitted to the winds that carried her. A tiny fragment of faith and surrender had breached her soul....... ..

2008-12-17T05:57:00.000-08:00

4. Ondine Ninetails was shocked and confused to hear an almost pleading whisper from this monstrous being before her.

A sound of desperate relief seemed to ride the top of these two words spoken by the beast that Rose out of the sea.

Hearing these two words flashed a memory of a sculpture she had seen on the side of the Sylvan castle : two knights upon a single mare.And for a very brief momnt wondered where that memory came from.

This confused Ondine even more and her head began to spin with more fear and confusion.

While Ondine froze and waited to see if she was to be the meal for this creature, she also quickly looked a all she could observe that might offer escape. As she looked around toward all directions, she had the strange sensation that this one beast completely surrounded her on all sides and that it was pointless to even try. She settled in to a more defensive stance and vowed to herself that she would fight with all she had… to the death, if necessary.

The dark beast that so resembled Ondine’s own reflection she had seen in still pools of mercury, spoke again with a hiss of embers in a rainstorm, ‘No ,my child, you are not my prey. You found your way to me as I found my way to my source endless eons ago.

The beast pulled its massive head back and nodded slightly.

“And none too soon.”

He looks to the moon as if its light might disappear at any moment.

“As you can see I am almost entirely of the sea. My form now makes its final return to the mother of All. She holds me both warmly and coldly in a forever embrace. When this dark season’s Moon rests to the far horizon the legacy will be yours. You are my seed to creation.

Your body remembers and came to me across the migration of souls for the words of the mind.

Yes,’ the beast sighs a whirlpool across the surface of the still water to the east as he speaks,”your body remembers and has returned to me, your mind will understand my words, and you will carry this seed as I direct you in both memory and mind.

As all of creation, you are the ultimate alchemy. ..Life’s question and yearning for itself.

And with a threatening grin and pause... He draws even closer than before and whispers in an ancient tongue, “I am your father.”

Ondine understood the words, for the Green language or Language of the Birds was imprinted in every dragons cells from the ancient o f ancients. She begins to tremble and loose consciousness, but forces herself to maintain alert while cowering back in silence to both take these words in and to listen.

She sees her Father is about to speak.

He then looks quickly toward the moon, “So short a time to tell you all. But listen carefully and do not speak."

2008-12-16T09:50:00.000-08:00

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3. it comes
"But the Priest of the Moon could no more cross the gulf to come tous than we had been able to cross the gulf to go to him. Some devicehad to be found whereby we could meet half-way in the abyss of air,and that device was the art of the magical images whereby wevisualized the form before the inner eye in the inner kingdoms and heprojected therein the mind on mind here no man was, and heard thewords where no man spoke, for the thing came across the gulf on thewings of fantasy; for fantasy is the ass that carries the ark, asthey said in the ancient mysteries………………"
From the "Sea Priestess"

how still the liquid idles deep
toward earth
no venture in the moment
but a pause to see
no ripple breaks the surface of the depth of all
blue shadows of small creatures dart and flee
beneath the visions of the dark above
paints deeper visions of a dark below
that slow ascending creature of the deep
a rising rhythm to eternal ebb n flow
one eye all-seeing placed its gaze on me
as victim or a thing that's much to dark to see
movement used for flight dismissed
while waiting on the reaper's kiss
arms in gestures
angel wings
mudras spent by priests and kings

matter's fierce design
no place to flee
one now must be
a meal for the divine
………….solace in the knowing
we become...the divine ….that devours us..

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There was no mistaking that a heavy presence was within the space of sight. And yet no ripple, no creature, no vision or illusion placed itself before her eyes.Ondine Ninetails jerked to every side, every direction, squinting her eyes and opening all her senses in defensive posture, ready for flight and fire if either was needed. Every scale on her form stood at attention as if they might feel where to look. And all the while she half noticed a buzzing sensation begin at the tip or her tail and spread up her spine in a persistent leisurely manner. This drew her attention and alarmed her even more that the unseen presence she knew was there.She was warned not to seek the Master Mage until she was full adult. The foolish abandon of her youth gave way to a determined curiosity. And although in dragon form she is only a juvenile, in her Elvin form she is 117 years old. This had been considered adult enough to be part of the Tari's Council at the Elven Keep inTriskele. They had even accepted her in this appointment even though they knew her father was a dark dragon. She often wondered why, then, were they so surprised when she left the Light Council to seek, to know, the dark that flowed in her blood. A sudden scent of deep sea and fresh earth, and a warm breeze or breath from behind made her heart skip a beat as she froze where she was. Slowly she turned her sight toward the massive dark shadow that blocked the moon and tried to make out what it was that she could not see. She lifted her vision up toward the heavens as if measuring the length of stars and found far above the rotting vessel she stood on, two eyes of fierce fire like her own, staring at her as if she were a fine morsel for someone's meal. For the first time in her dragon form she cowered down and felt the despair of being something's prey with no means of escape.
The terrifying eyes bent low with the graceful effort of a bird riding evening thermals and paused just above Ondine's head. Fangs the size of castle pillars gleamed in the faint light spreading open as the massive maw began to speak, "You came.", it whispered.

2008-12-14T07:28:00.000-08:00

2.CAMAEL

”His name means "He Who Sees God". Camael appears as a warrior dressed
in a red tunic. He wears green armour plates, an iron helmet and has
large green wings. Originally the God of War, Camael personifies
divine justice and governs Heavenly singing. He grants Power,
Invisibility, and invincibility. Camael is responsible for holding in
check Leviathan, the monster of evil who will swallow the souls of
sinners. Camael brings to mankind the gift of Godness,
the Holy that exists within all women and men.”

Ondine Ninetails felt the light of the moon before she saw it.

She lifted heavy eyes from a deep sleep and forced her vision to ascend toward the source of the startling light. The dark was approaching She knew this. And the largest moon she had ever seen was rising over the horizon, as the last hint of daylight seeped away

Blood orange and intense was this vision: Something to drop one to their knees.

A rush of awareness surged through her dragon form and she remembered where she was and how she arrived.

She scanned the deck of the rotting vessel and looked at the glimmer of lights at the far end of the half submerged stern of the boat. Scattered over its deck, half hidden, half blatantly mirroring the orange red moon, were gems and coins the size of sea urchins.

Other than creatures of the forest and the sea, precious metals and gems were a favorite food on those rare occasions that a dragon might stumble across them. And indeed this was a rare occasion. The more she ravenously consumed the more she found to be piled in haphazard mounds in the corners and niches of the ship.

It had been a long time since she had gems to place in her hidden horde of treasures far to the mountains in the east. She decided that it was time to replenish her stock with what she could carry in her crop like a bird. But first ,now that she had fed on precious metals and gems and drank of the rain water pooled in the barrels bound to the mast, she decided to take better note of her place and what signs might continue her journey in the right direction.

The ocean also mirrored the great Moon over a sea that shone as solid as the marble courtyards of Solomon. It looked as if she could walk the water if she had a mind to do so. But she knew illusion. And she knew delusion. And neither served her well in the past.The glare of the stillest waters inspired her to trust only the elements and astral beings that had proven their worth: proper gnosis for those things useful.

Her mind wandered back to the promise of a gem beyond all other gems .The one said to be resting beneath the castle of Sylvhara. She new it would take the skills of a master mage to even approach such a gem and laughed out loud, “And to think that the drow Dorian that though it would be so easy to possess.

Her own voice bellowing across the stillness startled her to fearful caution as she felt with her dragon senses something stirring.

Said I

“If found
Should then I change the mask I wear
Or cover mirrors on the walls
Close windows
Cower in the dark and weep?

They come
Those hungry reapers of the heart
And call me to their side
Those generations of the heart
Steeped high in mer mory
They wake!

Thirsty begging for the nipple of lost tides
And siren song
Leviathan lullabies
And screams of bliss in bloom
Re membering
Those former noisy silences we chimed together
With our drunken bawdy songs
Sending tremors through desire
Under tuggings of the moon

Troubadours
They were
They are
With cause to see this through
To witness
One more Fisher Queen's demise
While I
A single breath
A remnant of the past
Hide waiting
For the echoed howls and
Hunted by the hound of God

If found
Should I relent and fall to final swoon
The tinctured thrall of
Chalices and thrones
Release and cry to all the worlds that wait..............

Or follow down this path alone?”

2008-12-12T04:25:00.000-08:00

1. Faint fog-like shadows rise from deep the endless sea below….spiraled snakes of stealth wrapped tightly, riding thermals from the gray Sargasso stillness toward her path across the sky.

Three suns without both food and rest the flight has taken tole upon her Dragon form.

Perhaps some tiny remnant of a lodestone in the blood reminded and refused to let her pass this path without direct encounter with the eons of the souls that reach into and through her present form she holds as dragon of the Moon.

A vessel laden with a million souls of present past she feels the thunder in her dragon blood and wearily relentlessly scans for any place of rest. A floating piece of any mild debris would do, for rest and breath to ease the burden of the past.

She glances to the west…left hand the setting son.

The rising fog holds sway around a half submerged mossed vessel caught within the weeds of plankton pools around a still stagnant curve of ocean where no currents seem to flow.

Two islands of dark weeds and water lustily entwine around this rotting vessel like spent lovers forming a familiar darkened vesica piscus on the surface of the sea.

The maps were set to come this way and yet she has not heard a single bird or seen a single sign to guide her toward the legended abode, the home of the Dark Master of the Mage. This dire forsaken realm looks nothing like the maps of dreams and yet the elements have brought her here insistent on its path, insistent with its bidding as if some seasoned migration held her in its grasp.

Ondine Ninetails descends and falls like some dark angel from the sky and lands with pain upon the rotting deck below. Ignoring the pain and submitting to the exhaustion, she falls into a deep sleep without dreams.

Ondine Ninetails

LUNCH!

2008-09-14T05:40:00.019-07:00

2008-09-14T05:40:00.018-07:00

[19:09]Elizaveta Larkham: Grey, are you antangonizing my cousin?

[19:10] Greyylene Ansar: I was just walking by when this one stopped me -motions to the dark haired one-

[19:10] Ondine Ninetails: Greetings Eliza

[19:10] Greyylene Ansar: and greetings to you too Eliza

[19:10] Elizaveta Larkham: Greetings, Ondine.

[19:10] Elizaveta Larkham: Greetings, Grey

[19:10] Greyylene Ansar smirks

[19:10] Ondine Ninetails: I was merely telling her my woulds had healed

[19:10] Elizaveta Larkham smiles

[19:10] Ondine Ninetails: I know she was concerned since she is the one that gave them to me.[19:11] Ondine Ninetails smirks at her own words

[19:11] Morgan Northmead looks to the Cora with concern

[19:11] Elizaveta Larkham: Is all well, Grey?

[19:11] Greyylene Ansar: Always

[19:11] Ondine Ninetails: Grey?

[19:11] Elizaveta Larkham nods

[19:11] Greyylene Ansar: yes?

[19:11] Ondine Ninetails: how nice to meet you

[19:11] Greyylene Ansar: that is my name

[19:12] Ondine Ninetails: I have never been formally introduced sister

[19:12] Morgan Northmead: we have not been introduced either...I am Morgan

[19:12] Ondine Ninetails bows sarcastically

[19:12] Elizaveta Larkham: Despite Grey's aversion to this as public knowledge, Grey is generally harmless

[19:12] Greyylene Ansar grins to each 'well met to you both'

[19:12] Morgan Northmead bows to Grey

[19:12] Ondine Ninetails: you have a short temper to let a tiny dragon annoy you so

[19:12] Elizaveta Larkham smiles

[19:13] Ondine Ninetails: i think I may have spoiled your fun and your friends trying to burn the keep

[19:13] Greyylene Ansar: me burn the keep?

[19:13] Greyylene Ansar: you are mistaken

[19:13]Elizaveta Larkham: Grey? You do realize that while the treaty holds you are welcome in the city?

[19:13] Ondine Ninetails: oh that is probably so dragons have very poor vision ...smirk

[19:14]Elizaveta Larkham: Grey and Sunra do not set fires

[19:14] Greyylene Ansar: i have nothing with which to set fire

[19:14] Greyylene Ansar smiles at sunras name

[19:14] Ondine Ninetails: you have friends who do

[19:14] Elizaveta Larkham: That's more Damien's style

[19:14] Greyylene Ansar: yes i wonder how my brother is

[19:14] Elizaveta Larkham: Last I saw, Sunra was fine

[19:14] Greyylene Ansar: I have not seen many since my return

[19:14] Ondine Ninetails: Ahhh Sunra

[19:14] Ondine Ninetails: the lovely drummer

[19:14] Elizaveta Larkham: If you see him, please tell him I apologize. He will know what for.[19:15] Greyylene Ansar: of those I have they do not know me this way

[19:15] Greyylene Ansar: i will do that eliza

[19:15] Elizaveta Larkham bows. Thank you

[19:15] Greyylene Ansar: maybe i will visit soon

[19:16] Elizaveta Larkham: I hope you have a mind to

[19:16] Dag Glenelg is Offline

[19:16] Ondine Ninetails: you should bring Riddle and your other friend too

[19:16] Elizaveta Larkham: I have a gift for you

[19:16] Greyylene Ansar: ever gracious eliza

[19:16] Elizaveta Larkham laughs

[19:16] Greyylene Ansar: perhpas i should ondine

[19:16] Ondine Ninetails: I have yet to compose her song for the bard

[19:16] Elizaveta Larkham: Me? Gracious?

[19:16] Greyylene Ansar: to me yes eliza

[19:16] Elizaveta Larkham: Did I not suggest to Sunra that he fall and break his neck once?[19:16] Greyylene Ansar laughs

[19:17] Ondine Ninetails turns abruptly toward eliza

[19:17] Ondine Ninetails: ELIZA

[19:17] Ondine Ninetails: that is not like you

[19:17] Ondine Ninetails: heehee

[19:17] Elizaveta Larkham: I wish to present you with something. It isn't much, but a token for helping to keep the peace.

[19:17] Morgan Northmead gasps at ondine's tone

[19:17] Elizaveta Larkham shrugs

[19:17] Elizaveta Larkham: I was not happy with Sunra at the time. We have an odd relationship, he and I.

[19:18] Greyylene Ansar motions to the light haired elf 'that 1 is new'

[19:18] Ondine Ninetails tips her head curiously at Eliza

[19:18] Elizaveta Larkham pulls out a golden dagger decorated with leather and red gems[19:18] Ondine Ninetails: wondering if there is more than meets the eye

[19:18] Ondine Ninetails: or ears

[19:18] Morgan Northmead nods to Grey

[19:18] Elizaveta Larkham holds it out to Greyllene

[19:18] Morgan Northmead: yes, i am a recent arrival in the realm

[19:18] Greyylene Ansar: what is this?

[19:18Elizaveta Larkham: Grey? Please take this as a token of thanks

[19:18] Dag Glenelg is Online

[19:19] Greyylene Ansar looks puzzled at eliza

[19:19] Greyylene Ansar accepted your inventory offer.

[19:19] Greyylene Ansar reaches out and takes the dagger

[19:19] : Elizaveta Larkham OOC : before you rez it..a warning

[19:19] : Elizaveta Larkham OOC : it's super small

[19:19] Greyylene Ansar: thank you eliza

[19:19]Elizaveta Larkham: You're welcome

[19:19] : Elizaveta Larkham OOC : It's suppose to go on an armband

[19:20] Greyylene Ansar: (( ok thx ))

[19:20] Elizaveta Larkham: For helping keep the fragile peace

[19:20] Ondine Ninetails flinches ever so slightly seeing a weapon in the hand of grey

[19:20] Greyylene Ansar chuckles 'help, eh?'

[19:20] Ondine Ninetails: remembering the sting of the chain

[19:20] : Elizaveta Larkham OOC : You do realize that every time I see you I'm going to ask at least once....Are you sure you just don't want to become an elf? :-)

[19:21] Greyylene Ansar: (( lol yeh keep asking ya never know ))

[19:21] Elizaveta Larkham: Yes. Things could have gone quite badly that day

[19:21] Ondine Ninetails looks to Eliza

[19:21] Elizaveta Larkham: Bah...i may as well tell you.

[19:21] Ondine Ninetails: are you sure you want to offer more weapons to one with such a short temper

[19:21] Greyylene Ansar: nervous?

[19:22]Elizaveta Larkham: During the battle I...uh. I kicked Sunra.

[19:22] Greyylene Ansar grins and laughs

[19:22] Morgan Northmead is glad that she is wearing her own dagger

[19:22] Elizaveta Larkham: Grey has an even temper as long as she is understood and not trifled with

[19:22] Greyylene Ansar: im sure he remembers and recovered[19:22] Greyylene Ansar bows her head to eliza

[19:22] Ondine Ninetails: it was a very slight playful triful

[19:22] Elizaveta Larkham: I respect Grey for her actions

[19:22] Ondine Ninetails: not worthy of the scars

[19:23] Greyylene Ansar turns to ondine

[19:23] Greyylene Ansar: in your opinion

[19:23] Ondine Ninetails: vanity

[19:23] Ondine Ninetails: the best of sins

[19:24] Greyylene Ansar: you have quite a mouth on you-it is good i feel calm today

[19:24] Ondine Ninetails: you would do well to stay with us in the dark

[19:24] You: There has been many opportunities for Greyllene to cause damage and mischief. Grey has never taken one.

[19:24] Greyylene Ansar laughs

[19:24] Greyylene Ansar: you think i am other than dark?

[19:24] Morgan Northmead begins to hum softly, invoking Demias to send a spell of calm over the people here

[19:24] Ondine Ninetails: not at all

[19:25] Ondine Ninetails: to become elf would not suit you

[19:25] Greyylene Ansar: i stay where it suits me and serves me best

[19:25] Ondine Ninetails: you are well served in the dark

[19:25] Elizaveta Larkham nods

[19:25] Ondine Ninetails laughs outloud

[19:25] Ondine Ninetails: vanity

[19:25] Ondine Ninetails: wonderful

[19:25] Ondine Ninetails: yes you do well with the dark

[19:25] Morgan Northmead continues to hum in a minor key, breathing light and calm toward Ondine

[19:25] Greyylene Ansar looks to the fair haired elf again 'such a pretty one this is-keep her away from my brothers' -laughs-

[19:26] Ondine Ninetails: i am looking for a mate

[19:26] Ondine Ninetails: i may check them out

[19:26] Morgan Northmead: thank you for the comment

[19:26]Elizaveta Larkham: Sunra is hot

[19:26] Elizaveta Larkham looks around

[19:26] Elizaveta Larkham: Did I say that out loud?

[19:26] Greyylene Ansar: all of my brothers are 'laughs'

[19:26] Morgan Northmead smiles

[19:26] Ondine Ninetails: ahhh the elf reveales her deepest longings

[19:27] Morgan Northmead believes that demias has answered the prayer

[19:27] Greyylene Ansar laughs at ondines words

[19:27]Elizaveta Larkham: Speaking of...Grey. have you heard from Noctes?

[19:27] Greyylene Ansar: not in a very long time

[19:27] Elizaveta Larkham: Hmmm...niether have I

[19:28] Elizaveta Larkham: Sunra is beautiful to look at Ondine, but believe me, i already have my hands full

[19:28] Ondine Ninetails: Sunra is your brother?

[19:28] Ondine Ninetails smiles in amusment

[19:28] Greyylene Ansar: all drow are brothers and sisters

[19:28] Greyylene Ansar grins

[19:28] Ondine Ninetails: ahhh

[19:28] Elizaveta Larkham: Like all elves are cousins

[19:28] Ondine Ninetails: yes

[19:29] Morgan Northmead: i see

[19:29] Ondine Ninetails: for a moment i thought you could have been in the same litter

[19:29] Ondine Ninetails: that would be funny

[19:29] Greyylene Ansar narrows her eyes

[19:29] Elizaveta Larkham: Do not fear Grey, Morgan. She is dark, but not cruel or malicious[19:29] Morgan Northmead remembers that the calming spell only lasts a few minutes, and wonders if she should repeat it

[19:30] Elizaveta Larkham: Grey? Would you like to come in the keep for tea?

[19:30] Greyylene Ansar: not without cause anyway eliza

[19:30] Morgan Northmead smiles softly

[19:30] Greyylene Ansar: thank u but now i cannot

[19:30] Greyylene Ansar: on my return maybe

[19:30] Elizaveta Larkham smiles

[19:31] Greyylene Ansar: farewell ladies

[19:31] Elizaveta Larkham bows

[19:31] Ondine Ninetails: farwell sister

[19:31] Morgan Northmead: safe paths, Grey

[19:31]Elizaveta Larkham: Safe paths, my friend

new rangers and warriors

2008-09-14T05:40:00.017-07:00

2008-09-14T05:40:00.016-07:00

11:45] Ondine Ninetails: Dark day My Lord...Petunia said i was to approach you to become a dragon of the Moon
[11:46] Slade Sommerfleck turns his head the silver pupils narrowing in the dark shadows[11:46] Slade Sommerfleck: Come forward young dragon
[11:47] Ondine Ninetails steps toward the Dark Lord masking a slight arrogance that she knows will not be tolerated
[11:48] Slade Sommerfleck: Tell me why is it you seek entry into my clan?
[11:48] Ondine Ninetails: I seek nothing
[11:48] Ondine Ninetails: it seeks me
[11:48] Slade Sommerfleck: go on
[11:48] Ondine Ninetails: The Blood of my father brought me here
[11:48] Ondine Ninetails: I resisted for 117 years
[11:48] Ondine Ninetails: as a light elf
[11:49] Ondine Ninetails: finding that all light is not good
[11:49] Ondine Ninetails: and not all dark evil
[11:50] Slade Sommerfleck: and so you seek this compelled by your father's blood alone ? Do you have no want of your own in this matter?
[11:50] Ondine Ninetails: By my will i seek knowledge
[11:50] Ondine Ninetails: without restraint
[11:51] Ondine Ninetails leans into her vision of this creature and sees the dark for the first time[11:51] Ondine Ninetails: I am not with out my past
[11:51] Ondine Ninetails: you will have to take that into consideration
[11:52] Slade Sommerfleck: your past is held in light 117 years worth .....
[11:52] Ondine Ninetails: compassion and kindness were part of my elven form
[11:52] Ondine Ninetails: yes
[11:52] Slade Sommerfleck: i can tell you this if you come before me without true intentions i shall devour your heart myself
[11:53] Slade Sommerfleck: and lay your corpse upon the steps of the elven lands
[11:53] Ondine Ninetails: devour if you wish i have no fear of death
[11:55] Ondine Ninetails thinks of how the elves would step over such a sight and call the drow to clean their portal
[11:56] Ondine Ninetails: I hav e left that life
[11:57] Ondine Ninetails: Consider that i have purpose and I am useful ...this should please you enough to think on my entry
[11:57] Slade Sommerfleck: what do you know of the moonclan?
[11:58] Ondine Ninetails: I not only fly but I am aquatic
[11:58] Slade Sommerfleck: ah yes i have heard of you
[11:58] Ondine Ninetails: the knowledge of the moon clan is little at best
[11:58] Ondine Ninetails: but the knowledge of the star and sun are less
[11:59] Ondine Ninetails: as should be
[12:00] Ondine Ninetails: this will have to be revealed to me if you see fit
[12:00] Slade Sommerfleck: have you completed the scrolls quest?
[12:00] Ondine Ninetails: I have just begun
[12:00] Ondine Ninetails: ((some have been absent due to construction))
[12:01] Slade Sommerfleck: (( ok very good))
[12:01] Slade Sommerfleck: I will say this then ...i am not apposed to you starting down the path to join my clan
[12:01] Slade Sommerfleck: but i wish you to know more of us ...
[12:01] Slade Sommerfleck: seek out the dark dragons
[12:02] Slade Sommerfleck: speak with them ...and when you feel you know enough return to me and tell me what it means to be a moon clan dragon
[12:02] Slade Sommerfleck: Begin with Petunia she will be able to help you
[12:02] Ondine Ninetails bows deeply and respectfully..looks up at the dark dragon and grins[12:03] Ondine Ninetails: I will do this as you say
[12:03] Slade Sommerfleck: I wish you dark skies and shadow's embrace my young dragoness[12:04] Ondine Ninetails holds her stare into his eyes and returns with confidence"and dark skies to you My Lord

2008-09-14T05:40:00.015-07:00

to Lord Chaos

not mirrors

nor handles on the door

something more

a hand to inner makings

hidden deep

within the blood and gore

some find the reach to stone

excalibur at best

no place of rest

the few

that clear away the sweaty paths

and dark nights of the soul

(dismissed as brave cowards

willing sacrifices on the alter

of the nothing child)

….my children all

oozing blood n grime

displays of rancid

body parts

what fallen angel hasn't longed

for mary's hand upon the brow

cool strokes

baptism of our greater way of being

what horror

anger

wrath

has not been

visioned worn and tested

in the quest

no rest

for stinky vermin guests

leave your mud shoes at the door

and walk upon the earthen floors

we entered at our own demise

Oh Pearl of greatest price

your song of sacrifice

will sing the truth of who our least might be

a candidate for dire humanity

or elven kind

for all the world to see

we fail!

to mark the boundaries of despair

with something more

than platitudes

and musings in the round

we win as often as we scream

the tearful sounds

as witness to our children's fall from grace

and curse the womb that brought them to this place

of pain

who here would willingly slam hands upon the cross

and offer up their life for

handfuls of these vipers….

who here upon the round

can hold a steady glance

into the pit of all our reckonings

and know our hand is in the fault

so few pillars of salt

so few burning bushes

though none pass by

without witness

2 the U N I

2008-09-14T05:40:00.014-07:00

Now for the past three nights…

A darkness so intense that flavors of a death

Where there

In challenge

To look straight in the eye of

Fitful sleep

And stirrings in the nature

Of the animal

To flee

I hesitate to speak

But over years of dreams

I know the flavors fairly well

And this was of the animal and beast to see

Last night

At 3 past Moon
I half woke once again in trembling of the self

As deep

the dark descended once again

Demanding that I look

I froze in fear

Upon the deep edge of the Fall

Said I to Her

"Release and fall!!!

What can you fear

Its only death!"

With this

It burst all open

Like a drop of oil upon the endless water

Pouring from

All underground streams

In constellations of the mind

I saw her face

So fierce...

The Dark and Her attendants

All black and stone and salt

Oh GOD! I cried

Thrusting there her way toward south southeast

With speeds and power unthinkable

I tremble at the very memory of this sight

If this be of a soul

I cry aloud

If this be of some other realm

What is she but a piece of ash:

The earth

Another Phoenix in the Son

For Lord Magni

2008-09-14T05:40:00.013-07:00

Hiding in the perceptions of the mundane

Becoming the unseen

And laughing when speaking truth that no one hears

Because of notions and ideals

Created over centuries of storytelling

Hiding but an arms length away

Inside the hidden tablets

Written on

By the hand of Gods

And because you ask

This "Hound of the Gods"

Howls all phases of the moon

Relentless ...unbending... unshakeable

Holding both presence and promise

Faithful companion

Sitting at your feet

Waiting to be awoken and born by your calling

The Three Graces

2008-09-14T05:40:00.012-07:00

Seraf and Zan

2008-09-14T05:40:00.011-07:00

[5:04] You: one more thing to do than i am officially dragon

[5:05] You: then you are lunch

[5:05] Seraf Clip: Ondine!

[5:05] Zanatar Moonites: you know ondine i think somehow youve been wanting us both for lunch for quite a time

[5:05] Zanatar Moonites: before you went dragon

[5:06] Zanatar Moonites: lol

[5:15] Seraf Clip: ddid you hear anything about me being approached my the Dark ppl to join them

[5:15] Seraf Clip: ?

[5:15] You: tell me...

[5:15] Seraf Clip: im asking you!

[5:15] You: when was that?

[5:15] Seraf Clip: lol

[5:16] You: why would they do that?

[5:17] Seraf Clip: erm

[5:17] Seraf Clip: right

[5:17] You: are you saying that you are thinking of an offer?

[5:17] You: or hoping for one?

[5:17] Seraf Clip: ...

[5:17] Seraf Clip: Ondine

[5:17] You: yes my love

[5:17] Seraf Clip: i was asking you if you HEARD of it

[5:17] Seraf Clip: my love?

[5:17] Seraf Clip: lol

[5:17] Seraf Clip: what the

[5:17] You: you did??

[5:17] You: i must have heard you wrong...hmmm

[5:18] Seraf Clip: okay im geting confused here

[5:18] You: you would do well as leader of an army in any form

[5:18] You: your skills are well known**smiles**

[5:18] You: as Zans are

[5:19] Zanatar Moonites: meh..

[5:19] You: fine warriors indeed

[5:20] You: i understand the creatures approached the keep again

[5:20] You: I do hope you will ask me too for assistance if they return

[5:20] You: I do not have all the same connections after today

[5:20] Seraf Clip: well we will need all the help we can get against them

[5:21] You: i am always willing to help you both for such causes

[5:21] You: you know that

[5:22] Seraf Clip: well we still lay weapons down with the dark

[5:22] Ondine Ninetails grins and looks to each handsome warrior

[5:22] Seraf Clip: till we get the fuzzys off the land

[5:22] You: i am for holding a peace between the light and dark

[5:22] You: i know its value

[5:23] Seraf Clip: well we need to stand togather against those creatures

[5:23] You: and although my bow skills leave something to be desired

[5:24] You: i have learned stealth

[5:24] You: from you

[5:24] You: well my lovelies

[5:24] You: i will leave you to your vanities

[5:24] Seraf Clip: loveies.. lol

[5:24] You: i love you both

[5:25] You: perhaps see you later

[5:25] Seraf Clip: perhaps

[5:25] Zanatar Moonites: take care

[5:25] Ondine Ninetails bows warmly with a grin

[5:25] Zanatar Moonites wonders if he will have a missing head should he walk into elf lands as is

(later that morning)

[6:52] You: vedui warriors

[6:53] Seraf Clip: Vedui Ondine

[6:53] Zanatar Moonites: Vedui Ondine.

6:53] Seraf Clip: out for a ride are we

[6:54] You: so when wil this new elven army be in good form

[6:55] Seraf Clip: let that be my secret *winks*

[6:55] You: I keep wondering how much time we have before they return

[6:55] You: the creatures thatis

[6:55] You: not many secrets are hidden from elves

[6:55] Seraf Clip: they appear randomly..

[6:55] Seraf Clip: so we dont know when will they appear

[6:56] You: have the safe places been installed inthe keep

[6:56] You: and the bath

[6:56] You: i assume they can walk through doors

[6:56] Seraf Clip: no idea

[6:57] Seraf Clip: didnt talk to them about it

[6:57] You: elves!

[6:57] You: talk talktalk

[6:57] Seraf Clip laughs

[6:57] You: I am surprised they are not all eaten and become extinct

[6:58] Seraf Clip: we are not eaten becouse we can protect ourselves

[6:58] You: until now

[6:58] Seraf Clip: until now?

[6:58] Seraf Clip: who will end out fate than

[6:59] You: they could have eaten and eliminated you all by

[6:59] You: now

[6:59] You: I am wondering why

[6:59] You: that is

[6:59] Seraf Clip: well you know the elven rage

[6:59] Seraf Clip grins devilishly

[7:00] You: a lovely thing to see yes

[7:00] Seraf Clip: where not easy to be beaten

[7:00] You: they are passionate

[7:00] Seraf Clip: swift and agile..

[7:00] Seraf Clip: so maybe thats why

[7:00] Seraf Clip: we are not ALL dead yet

[7:00] Ondine Ninetails squints her eyes and smiles

[7:01] You: hmm

[7:01] Ondine Ninetails takes a closer look in serafs eyes

[7:02] You: they have changed

[7:02] You: hmmm

[7:02] Seraf Clip looks at her and arches an eyebrow "what have changed?"

[7:02] You: .interesting

[7:02] You: your eyes

[7:02] You: they have a new determination

[7:03] You: a clear gaze of purpose

[7:03] Seraf Clip: i have a purpose

[7:03] You: yes i see that

[7:04] You: so why did you ask me that question this morning

[7:04] Seraf Clip: what question?

[7:04] Zanatar Moonites looks puzzled

[7:04] You: if someone else wold approach you to lead for the dark

[7:04] Seraf Clip: becouse i heard rumors about that

[7:05] Seraf Clip: that some say that i got approached by the Dark and asked to join

[7:05] You: aas I said you would be a fine leader no matter where you served

[7:05] Seraf Clip: and i dont have memory about dealing with the Dark

[7:05] Seraf Clip: my place is here

[7:05] Seraf Clip: with my people

[7:05] You: i understand

[7:05] You: you have purpose

[7:06] You: what is that purpose

[7:06] Seraf Clip: you maybe one day see that

[7:06] Ondine Ninetails looks around

[7:07] You: the dust is high here and at the arena

[7:07] You: i suspect you have had some trining already

[7:07] You: training

[7:07] Seraf Clip: well who knows

[7:07] You: with new recruits

[7:07] You: how many

[7:08] Seraf Clip: these are information you will not find out

[7:08] You: just hoping for many to hwlp with the creatures

[7:08] You: its good to know we have great numbers to hold them off

[7:09] You: we will need several of both the dark and light

[7:09] Seraf Clip: well when the time will come you might see but no information is given out[7:09] You: we just want to know you have and can support your end of the battle

[7:10] Seraf Clip: well when a leader approaches me with that question i might anser but i dont think i will anyway

[7:10] You: /smiles warmly...yes they have picked the right leader

[7:10] You: I am proud of you

[7:11] Seraf Clip smiles

[7:11] You: namaarie my friend

[7:11] You: namaarie zan my friend too

[7:11] Seraf Clip: Namaarie my friend

[7:12] Zanatar Moonites: Namaarie Ondine.

2008-09-14T05:40:00.010-07:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SERAF

Remembering some mischief

2008-09-14T05:40:00.009-07:00

this happen weeks ago...

If you come across a squashed squirrel at the entrance of the arena. Know that it was the cruelty and disregard of its little life by the Dark Queen Divine Paine, and not of the other races that partook in the tournament last night.
She and her minions laughed heartily at its demise and squished it even more into the ground mocking its chatter and annoying ways.

All I could think was that Tosh will be heartbroken when she sees this.
I returned later and buried the tiny creature and wept for him and all life that is trivialized.

______________________________________________________

With the help of my good friend Seraf and his clever stealth and ranger abilities, we worked with the squirrels to seek justice.

Pictures tell all-----------------

The squirrel gods watch quietly for the queens entry …waiting to smash her foot with acorns .
Hoping to maim and pay her justly for the little life she so casually took under foot at the arena.

Council Meeting

2008-09-14T05:40:00.008-07:00

[17:59] Aymenday Barbarino: alright everyone, first I want to announce that sadly, very sadly, this will be Ondine's last meeting with us

[18:00] Seraf Clip: yes... i know that..

[18:00] Tess Compton looks to Ondine with a warm but mournful smile~

[18:00] Ondine Ninetails slowly begins “I can’t expect anyone to approve or agree with my decisions. I don’t ask for that .Instead , as Cora, I would like to speak my gratitudes and forgo any further tedious explanations

.[18:00] Aymenday Barbarino: she has asked for a race change, and Mal and I discussed it today, she will become a dragon very shortly

[18:01] You: may I speak a very short thankyou to the Coras

[18:01] Aymenday Barbarino smiles at Ondine "Your service to the Elves has been a wonderful gift to us all, and I wish you great success with the dragons"

[18:01] You: I thankyou

[18:02] Seraf Clip: indeed she was great help to us.. and a great friend..

[18:02] Ondine Ninetails looks shyly toward Xavi and speaks softly “for your demonstrations of truly astute behavior that is becoming for a high elf,….and your instructions on how to understand and use our innate abilities… I thank you.

[18:02] Seraf Clip: she still is

[18:02] You: me turns toward Eliza and sees her disapproval and speaks directly ,looking in her eyes,” And to you my fierce friend, “From you I learned to be relentless in battle. If I ran after the opponents “like someone owed me a debt” as you said, I did it knowing the ferocity of those with me in battle and that we all looked out for each other

[18:02] Xavi Villiers smiles, "You will do so well."

[18:03] You: I have not had a chance to know Sonata better, but I will miss what friends we might have been

[18:04] Ondine Ninetails turns to Tess and smiles. If I say thank you it will not be enough. The time, and patience you allowed this little elf and all elves that have entered these walls will always be remembered.

[18:04] Ondine Ninetails looks to lady Red and bows as deeply as possible ,pausing only to look up warmly…Lady Red…I know you understand. For this I am grateful. Serving as Cora to you ,Tari, has been my pleasure and honor. I know you will find someone to fill this space that can exemplify what a high elf should be.

[18:04] Tess Compton bows her head in respect with tears in her eyes

[18:05] You: Poppi …..Ondine pauses, …I thank herthe for the way she welcomed me and never passed up a chance to dance the dance at the drum circle. And the lovely home I rented from herthat made my stay here a pleasure.

[18:05] Ondine Ninetails decides to forgo any more undo words, that are the usual Elven way, …[18:06] Ondine Ninetails becomes silent holding back tears

[18:06] Xavi Villiers pats her on the back

.[18:06] Xavi Villiers: We shall still see you from time to time, right?

[18:06] Aymenday Barbarino looks upon her cousin with great sadness "Your words weigh heavily on my heart, and I would like for you to be remembered here in the halls of our Keep. If you would but give me a suitable picture of yourself I can frame it and place it in the council hall"

[18:07] Tess Compton smiles encouragingly "You will honor the dragon race, my friend."

[18:07] Tess Compton looks to Lady Red and nods in agreement.

[18:07] You: thankyou My lady

[18:08] Seraf Clip: I'm sure she will do great as a dragon as well

[18:08] Aymenday Barbarino smiles and sits up a bit straighter. "I suggest that while we still have Ondine's wisdom, we should get some work done"

Thuban's Dance

2008-09-14T05:40:00.007-07:00

When laid across the continents of time
Hot breath upon the poles
And eyes upon the dancing sister
In the nights
Of oceans
Blurred through age's vision
Like some unseen map across the skies
Mere mortals
Gaze and point
And wonder
What these patterns mean
For all that's seen
Has fallen under hand for sanctuary's cage
A finer age
Besets
The phrase and counterpoint
Music of the spheres
A chirpingSound
In dissonance
Or bland harmonics
Sacred to geometries
Of being
Yet a simple observation from a tiny
Elven form
Tsunamis
Deep within the hive of being
Bee dance for the paths to follow
Places for the gathering of pollon
For the soul

Judgement Reaper

2008-09-14T05:40:00.006-07:00

[5:28] You: greetings ancient one
[5:28] Kaly Rexen smiles and nods
[5:28] Kaly Rexen: greetings
[5:29] Kaly Rexen: what land are you from?
[5:29] Ondine Ninetails squints her eyes..."do you normally fly into a new friend
[5:29] Kaly Rexen: sorry about that
[5:29] You: I am from triskele
[5:29] You: And Cora to the Queen
[5:29] Kaly Rexen: Triskele
[5:29] You: in the Elvenlands
[5:29] You: and you?
[5:30] Kaly Rexen: I was once part of the land of crossroads... long ago...
[5:30] Kaly Rexen: but I am looking for a new land to play in
[5:30] You: Please come visit our lands then.
[5:30] You: We welcome the Ancient ones
[5:30] You: and a fine lot they are
[5:33] You: some of these scrolls will lead you to the lands you wouldbe interested in visiting
[5:33] Kaly Rexen: I shall endeavor to visit... soon
[5:33] You: some others work as well
[5:33] You: Lady red
[5:34] You: come to the Keep and I will also introduce you to the Queen
[5:34] Kaly Rexen looks around
[5:34] You: it is quiet in the morning to
[5:35] You: that is always a good time to explore before the dark and the light wake
[[5:35] You: i watch the gate at the wee hours
[5:35] Kaly Rexen smiles gently
[5:35] You: but it has been so quiet today
[5:35] You: i go shopping
[5:35] Ondine Ninetails laughs
[[5:43] You: well come visit Triskele when you can
[[5:44] You: i have a question
[5:44] Kaly Rexen: yes?
[5:44] You: since you know so many forms
[5:45] You: we have some creatures that are unstoppable in our land
[5:45] You: we have tried everything
[5:45] Kaly Rexen: unstoppable?
[5:45] You: they threaten to harvest all
[5:45] You: both dark and light
[5:45] You: yes
[5:45] You: there must be a weakness
[5:45] You: i have a pic of them
[5:45] You: would you look at them
[5:45] Kaly Rexen nods
[5:46] You: there are 4 of them
[5:46] You: and all their last names are
[5:46] You: "Teardrops
[5:47] Kaly Rexen snickers
[5:47] Ondine Ninetails sorts through her pouch for the drawing of the creatures
[5:47] You: vicious teardrops
[5:47] You: triskele teardrops
[5:47] You: and 2 others
[5:47] You: still looking for the picture
[5:48] You: they look like mothmen
[5:48] You: heehee
[5:48] You: with armour
[5:48] Kaly Rexen raises a eyebrow
[5:49] Kaly Rexen: is your land modern, mystical, or ancient?
[5:49] You: mideval
[5:49] You: mystical
[5:49] Kaly Rexen nods
[5:49] You: it is all inthe scrolls
[5:49] Kaly Rexen: you may need a judgement reaper
[5:50] You: that is what they call themselves
[5:50] You: what is that
[5:50] Kaly Rexen shakes her head
[5:50] You: they have a book with names
[5:50] You: tell me
[5:50] Ondine Ninetails leans in to hear and twitches her ears
[5:50] Kaly Rexen: a judgement reaper is the most powerful of angels
[5:51] You: yes
[5:51] Kaly Rexen: what you saw mw as was a judgement stead
[5:51] You: how can I understand what they are and what they want
[5:51] You: ?
[5:52] Kaly Rexen: do you want to understand them? or do you want them gone?
[5:52] You: both
[[5:52] You: to know
[5:52] Kaly Rexen: a judgment reaper is not a very understanding type
[5:52] You: and our necessity to rid them if they ar a threat
[5:53] Kaly Rexen: they just reap
[5:53] You: yes
[[5:54] You: found it
[5:55] You: this was their first visit
[5:55] Kaly Rexen squints to see the drawing better
[5:55] You: they came and just watched the tournament
[5:55] You: and responded to noone
[5:55] Kaly Rexen: those ARE reapers
[5:55] You: yes
[5:55] You: they told us we needed to do something
[5:56] You: that inorder to survive
[5:56] You: they only said we were fragmented
[5:57] You: they are not gods
[5:57] You: i was horrified that some were ready to submit
[5:57] Kaly Rexen: no not gods
[5:57] You: i fought with all my forces
[5:57] You: everything i had
[[5:58] You: but did not kill
[[5:58] Kaly Rexen: ((what are honor weapons? any?))
[[5:58] You: i use only bow
[5:59] Kaly Rexen: what weapons did they use?
[5:59] You: light balls and sword
[[5:59] You: they would glow
[5:59] You: onand off
[6:00] Kaly Rexen: but the wings etc are an illusion
[6:01] Kaly Rexen: in other systems their wings would not be deployed
[6:01] Kaly Rexen: wings are only in flight
[6:01] You: whenthey are onthe ground they disappear
others.
[6:01] Kaly Rexen: if you shoot the wings you miss them
[6:01] Kaly Rexen: yes the wings should be gone on the ground
[6:02] You: ahh
[6:02] Kaly Rexen: if it were say CCS
[[6:02] Kaly Rexen: them you would be able to defeat them with concentrated forces
[6:02] You: we weakened them at the end with all of us together
[6:02] You: but they quickly recovered
[6:05] Kaly Rexen: they are called judgement and justice
[6:05] Kaly Rexen: justice is the female version
[6:06] Ondine Ninetails smirks
[6:06] Kaly Rexen: so you have the male, female

[6:06] Kaly Rexen: as well there is trickster
[6:06] Kaly Rexen: all are fused beings
[6:07] Kaly Rexen: trickster is sort of the demon version
[[6:07] You: soo how do we defeat them
[[6:08] Kaly Rexen: concentrated forces
[6:08] Kaly Rexen: it is the only way I know
[6:08] Kaly Rexen: and maybe a little help from a fused draco or two
[[6:10] Kaly Rexen: this scythe is not effective

[6:10] You: they did not carry that
[6:11] Kaly Rexen: I have a feeling they were using runes
[[6:11] You: the judgement is the female
[[6:14] You: they warned us
[6:16] Ondine Ninetails smiles
[6:22] Kaly Rexen: turn down your graphics when they come and turn of windlight
[6:22] Kaly Rexen: it will help
[6:23] You: can do that
[6:23] Kaly Rexen: there graphics are lagging your system
[6:23] Kaly Rexen: and you cant shoot at them very well
[[6:23] Kaly Rexen: there is nothing more powerful about this craeture than any other
[6:24] You: so it is the weapons they use
[6:24] Kaly Rexen: it depends on whatever your computer can handle
[6:24] You: ahh
[6:24] Kaly Rexen: it is the weapons not the av
[6:24] You: i see
[6:24] Kaly Rexen: and the graphics mismatch
[[6:27] Kaly Rexen: I will be backon monday night
[6:27] You: i will do that
[6:27] You: i will be gone the weekend too
[6:27] You: other than a quick check in
[6:27] Ondine Ninetails bows respectfully
[6:28] Kaly Rexen nods
[6:28] Kaly Rexen: any time
[

2008-09-14T05:40:00.004-07:00

[3:41] IM: Tosh Snook: the pretty swing is still gone
[3:45] You: hehee
[3:45] You: vedui Tosh
[3:45] You: you startled me
[3:45] You: Good morning
[3:45] Tosh Snook: yala
[3:45] You: this cool brisk morning
[3:45] Tosh Snook: I didn't mean to.. sorry
[3:45] You: its ok
[3:45] Tosh Snook: I sent a little bird ahead of me
[3:46] You: i was more thinking than praying
[3:46] Tosh Snook: is that a shrine?
[3:46] You: haha
[3:46] You: i must have been deep in thought
[3:46] You: the swing is still gone
[3:46] You: what happened
[3:46] Tosh Snook: I dunno it just dissappeared the other day
[3:46] Tosh Snook: it had pretty flowers, 'm very sad
[3:47] You: maybe someone is playing a trick
[3:47] Tosh Snook: no horrifying
[3:47] Tosh Snook: disasterous
[3:47] Tosh Snook: unspeakable
[3:47] You: yes i understand
[3:47] Tosh Snook: it was a very pretty fun swing
[3:47] You: why would someone take that
[3:47] Tosh Snook: I liked to swing on it
[3:47] You: you can use ours for now
[3:47] Tosh Snook: I don't know, they must be very very bad
[3:47] You: its not as pretty
[3:48] Tosh Snook: I liked that one
[3:48] Tosh Snook: I haven't seen the creatures yet, but have heard they're back
[3:48] Ondine Ninetails sees the missing swing has upset Tosh
[3:49] Tosh Snook: zanatar spoke of them returning
[3:49] You: Yes they promised to
[3:49] Tosh Snook: I spoke to him some time ago, before the new day
[3:49] You: if they used a swing more often perhaps they would not be so cranky
[3:49] You: so i am sure they did not take it
[3:50] Tosh Snook: I'd have shared with them
[3:50] You: they are still cranky
[3:50] You: yes i know you would
[3:50] You: you are kind to dark and light
[3:51] Tosh Snook: I'm not sure of the distinction
[3:51] Tosh Snook: I found an apple earlier
[3:51] Tosh Snook: I like apples
[3:51] You: good
[3:51] You: so does my unicorn
[3:51] Tosh Snook: I like raspberries too but I can't find any
[3:51] You: i take them to him in the mornings
[3:51] You: i picked elderberries yesterday
[3:51] Tosh Snook: yay!
[3:51] You: sooo many
[3:52] You: i am making pies and wine
[3:52] Tosh Snook: I like raspberries
[3:52] Tosh Snook: some of the land I visit have raspberry pie
[3:52] You: raspberries are all picked and gone in my home
[3:52] You: i would have saved you some
[3:52] Tosh Snook: I like pie too
[3:53] You: what do you think happened to your swing
[3:53] You: can you show me where it was before it disappeared
[3:54] Tosh Snook: yes I can
[[4:09] Tosh Snook: it was right here
[4:09] Tosh Snook: this is where the swing was
[4:10] You: OOOOO
[4:10] Tosh Snook: I liked it
[4:10] You: I wonder if in all the renovations
[4:10] You: hmm
[4:10] You: you might ask the queen
[4:10] Tosh Snook: I don't like renovations then
[4:10] Tosh Snook: I like swings
[4:10] You: see
[4:11] You: the queen has been preparing a place to dance
[4:11] Ondine Ninetails smiles and giggles
[4:11] You: you like to dance
[4:11] Tosh Snook: but the swing was over here...
[4:11] You: yes
[4:11] You: it was
[4:11] Tosh Snook: I don't wanna dance now, pretty flowers are missing
[4:11] You: I will speak to the Queen
[4:11] You: and ask if she can put the swing back
[4:11] Tosh Snook: yay!
[4:12] You: when she returns
[4:12] You: I will tell her how you loved the swing that was there
[4:12] Tosh Snook: I did
[4:12] Tosh Snook: everyone loves flowers
[4:12] Tosh Snook: I wiated for a long time for the swing to be fixed, then it was removed
[4:13] Ondine Ninetails looks around to see if it might have just been moved
[4:13] You: Seems silly to have removed the swing
[4:14] Tosh Snook: no silly is fun, this is horrid
[4:14] Tosh Snook: I know silly, my name is tosh, this is not silly
[4:14] You: i understand
[[4:14] You: I will speak to the queen as soon as i can
[4:14] You: and we will resolve this
[4:14] Tosh Snook: I hope she lets the swing come back
[4:18] Tosh Snook: ask for the pretty swing back when you do
[4:28] You: but i think it might just have been moved
[4:28] Lindy Loll: The Queen was working here all day yesterday
[4:28] You: during the renovations
[4:28] You: yes
[4:28] You: we will check with her this very day
[4:28] You: and see if we can have it returned
[4:28] Tosh Snook: I hope it is
[4:29] Tosh Snook: imagine how sad everyone will be when they come to dance and see it missing
[4:29] You: we understand that she is very busy
[4:29] You: but we also know that she tends to all her races and their needs
[[4:30] You: perhaps if we send a small scroll with our request
[4:30] You: what do you think Tosh
[4:31] You: do you think the swing would be just as good in another area
[4:31] Tosh Snook: yes any area with trees is nice
[4:31] You: oh
[[4:33] You: do you have a swing elsewhere?/
[4:34] You: i wonder if there is another place a swing would work
[4:34] Tosh Snook: ahh this is horible
[4:34] Tosh Snook: the priorities of the people here are so different
[4:35] You: Is there another place we can put one?/
[4:35] Tosh Snook: I dunno?
[4:38] You: If we write a little scroll for the queen and ask
[4:38] You: and if you like I will send her a request for a swing

[4:38] You: and in the meantime
[4:39] You: you can use the swing at the keep
[4:39] You: we have one by the little arena
[4:39] You: use it anytime
[4:42] Tosh Snook: ok
[4:43] Tosh Snook: I don't know the queen much, I met her once
[4:43] Tosh Snook: I met the sage twice
[4:43] You: I am composing a scroll to send
[4:43] Ondine Ninetails draws symbols and words on a piece of parchment
[4:44] Tosh Snook: yay!
[4:44] Tosh Snook: I hope they're pretty symbols
[[4:46] You: let me read this to you
[4:46] You: and tell me if i should add something else
[4:47] You: Good Day Your Majesty,
My small friend Tosh is terribly distressed that the swing, at the area of the former Drum Circle ,has been removed. I know that in your wisdom and kindness, you tend to all races in a fair and just manner .
I would like to request a swing (for the fairies)to placed somewhere in the kingdom for their pleasure.
Thankyou
In service and respect,
Ondine Ninetails
[4:47] Tosh Snook: sounds good to me
[4:47] Tosh Snook: make sure there are pretty symbols about it too
[4:47] You: very well
[4:48] You: i drew a picture too
[4:48] Ondine Ninetails rolls up the scroll and ties it to the leg of a sparrow who loves to deliver messages to the Queen
[4:49] You: This sparrow enjoys the crumbs of honey cakes that the queen shares.
[[4:49] Tosh Snook: I like cake
[4:49] Tosh Snook: and pie
[4:49] Tosh Snook: especially raspberry pie
[4:50] Tosh Snook: I like honey too
[4:51] You:ondine ninetails lifts up the sparrow and lets it fly toward the castle
[4:51] Tosh Snook: yay!
[4:51] You: there
[4:51] You: its done
[4:51] You: now we can hope that the Queen takes this matter to heart
[4:52] Tosh Snook: I do hope so
[[4:52] Tosh Snook: I really liked that swing, I would use it when you all were asleep
[4:52] You: Tosh i must return to my home now and prepare a meal so i will return later and maybe we will have some good news by then
[4:52] Tosh Snook: ok huggles bye bye
[4:53] Ondine Ninetails bows to her friend
[4:53] You: and waves as she hurries home

Walking Mal'anar

2008-09-14T05:40:00.003-07:00

5:31] Ondine Ninetails: me walks through the library of Mal’anar and sees it is deserted. ..wondering if the elves feel so confident that they think no attendance is required. Then wandering toward the exit ,she looks around and remembers all the exchanges and confrontations and laughter shared at the entrance to the Keep. A glow of light shines through LadyTess’s window of her home

[5:32] Ondine Ninetails knows noone will ask her to leave until it is done officially. That is the Elven way. Although the conversations have been polite and respectful, all are quick to look away and avoid any talk of the upcoming meeting.

[5:33] Ondine Ninetails has felt alone in the past but this kind of alone is something never before experienced. She takes her time to look around and savors the last hours in a place she had formerly called home.

[5:44] Seraf Clip walks around at the islands of Avilion thinking... pondering of what is his friend doing in these difficult days and hopes she is alright..closes his eyes concentrates on her image and smiles than in he starts to talk to the image concentrateing on his friend hopeing she will hear him "i miss you Ondine.. and i will miss you always. I hope you take the right path.. and i hope you wont regret it. You will always be my friend and will never forget about you.. I wish you all the best and take care of yourself please ,my friend" than he opens his eyes.. feelin tears want to flow down his cheak and lets one fall.. he wipes it off his face in sadness than walk again on the Islands.. still wondering about his friend.. and that if shes alright

Merbird (Aquatic Dragon)

2008-09-14T05:40:00.002-07:00

Be warned
Be warned
that words are not a livelihood …but a way of being.
Nor will such tales be marked in annals of the ancients.
Longwinded and tedious for most beings …weaved everyway in the everydays, …..be warned
And only with a mug o mead and gatherings o gracious friends …an openness to the fantastical , curiosity of the imaginal, and the hope for the phenomenal, can we brew a new myth for ages to come. Or listens to the tales of some.
Tiny peeps from the language of the birds. **chuckle**
And for those of a more esoteric bent …
or those that are open to the muse,
a transmission ensues.
Subtle ,….real….and is read only by what we feel.
For true..
There is a light that only
Story birds that rise alone can see
And tasks at wing that edge a soul might sing…
Old songs
The wave of new events that are
And just don’t change
Within
Without
Lala
Lala
be warned

when
ordering a mug o mead
just before the setting sun
me thinks a flash o meteors
spent
me last gold piece o memory
....."can ya lend me credit, mate?
or should i ransack this lively
establishment?
what say ye?
Nay…no prophetess am I
But stories threefold in the making
…a mer e barmaid
resting a bit
her weary dogs upon the table
cursing and mumbling
looking for a kind block to rub these weary feet
Ahhh
All stories
spoken to the ear as such
Are from some dream perhaps
a rhyme
its from the throws of angels when we speak
(and mugs o mead)
Ha
no visions in the likes of slivered
walls and chairs
the only holy sight these eyes might see
be all those faces
With their sweaty bawdy laughs
That warms me heart and hearth
these doors without a latch
Wave wide the pilgrims rest
they plop their sweaty selves
at tables of forgetfulness
not that they all come here just for me
haha

(me buttocks may be bruised a bit
from playful grabs and crude appreciation
for the services I render...long tales and stories
of our kin)

for fair exchange of words and tales
becomes for some mere gross exaggerations of the places
that we set our dreams to be
and you?dear wayfarer
Why are you here????
Come to rest a bit before the storm of pilgrims burst these open doors?
before they bless
this little tavern with the setting sun
and force there raucous caws
at those that serve
…like me
…….yea a prayer ,while shaking out the grime of rags
a prayer from me parched lips
and then a thought
stumbles out a bit
covering the lands o
“just might be”
but ask me
which god or goddess do I serve
I’ll laugh and tell ye
"All"
And none
I say drink up!
the honey water's sweet
leave coin and candle
to the ones that merry meet
and in exchange
This Merbird Maid
will tell a tale passed by
in what I thought as dreams
I lean well into
All your circles of discretion
With my whispered screams
sweet banshee be
The likes of me
at times
you blocks know well
so cruel the gods can be
when tending all
instructions of the heart
the map of being
passed by shifting moons and tides
attending all who
yell and curse
"deliver the ambrosia NOW
or die"
(perhaps they said "and die' )
Sooo
Remembering the stance
but laid to crude confusion...
I lent to
such a task
confusion's own
ah yes
I do re-member how
they loved me for my beauty
yes! yes!
I’d say…
and willfully relinquish
hold the stance of natures
shift n tug
But now with nature's cause
new faces pass before the mirrors
now
but still so clear
and purposed in the dance of change
but then again
they loved me for “their” beauty too
HAHA
displays of plumes and squawks and caws and bidding to their beds
and each sought hard to find the gift
they felt potential
struggled
screamed
as eagles cried and sighed
"give NOW
to me
ambrosia!!!"
and i as woman
only knew to feed the children mother's milk
an empty vessel then
AHHHH….but in the realm of dreams
And past
I tasted from the tree

the point of Arthur’s arrow through my heart!
too late
too late again
and I despaired….
But then the Thunder
larger than the roar of winds
an echo from the past
Repeats again
"deliver the ambrosia!!!!!!!!!
NOW
………
no one said
your task would be a whim or fancy
for your folly"
though loud
I never trembled
though these urgent words were fierce and true
my heart did see it through
though frail and full of longing
yes I held these words and gifts
as just reminder
of the things i hoped to see
I saw
i saw
I sea
he knew that it was me

as times before
he turned away
all matter was transformed
and no one saw
the senses all had in one truth had revealed
the lifting veil
and so i…
( bolder to the truth)
placed heaven's kiss upon his lips
ambrosia flowing sweet and pure
as urgent as the trembling in my heart that raised
this milk from deep
the first to raise the sleep
creation's cauldron
that fair cauldron serving only heroes
So sweet it
passed between us
sweet as honey from the hive

and then he scolds me for the making with instructions
on deliverance
my heart
my heart
it bleeds
too late my love
you tasted the divine
received the ultimate alchemy
when tugging at my heart
as if a child to mother
begging for the breast
how could I not respond
and now without the proper means of telling all the truths
a fortnight
will reveal the rest
no rest
again
Until I bellow loud
“so set aside the pillows of comfort
lift the sword of truth
and call for the unicorn
your days are just
your days are full of truth
your only task
is not to falter
in your hope
all else will be revealed!!!!!!!!!!!!”
but I falter
(slowing to a gentle sip o brew)
all these words
I will see through
so goes the tale
As told by my beloved prince
I do remember
AY I do!
....you see
those solitary days among
wayfaring naves from sea and val
mountain paths n desert dry
there should be comfort from the fading sight of ages past
why do we keep returning to the arms
that sit by hearth to hear the stories told again?
this time once more to hear the sacred words?
but now
this time
my heart falls faint and silent
as i gaze across the landscapes of the lore i lived to tell
….you see…
It goes like thus
the maiden crone of Lilyton
I am
a former mer-bird child from most unlikely joining
(yea, dark an eve of lusting king and bawdy barmaid’s cries in drunken passion)
but then that's history
of earth and sky
another tale of how she came to be
….another time
perhaps an evening when we run full course the best of tales
but there was dire events far late into these days
far past the innocence of child
or lust n play of maiden in the prime
for magic was afoot the moment that her song
burst from the baby’s first born chirp
that even fae of fields had come to see
(their curiosity)
so while the maid birthed out of sweat n pain n cries
all bright Orion’s stars sang songs of Love near by
nature's lights n flights
then baptized sudden
With the pour of tempest
from the clearest sky
baptism of events to herald some strange legacy
without the royal father to be seen
and how her life was spent
a middle child of slight demeanor
quiet there among the bawdy siblings
13 in a row
and lost within the crowd
her long absences to woods n sea was
welcome relief
in time of little food and place to sleep
not one of all the kin
(perhaps her smallest brother Ben..
Fathered by some ancient tribe)
ever saw the change beneath the waves
or flight above the trees
their magic was a thing of tales and night concerns
their eyes were elsewhere
watching for the fae n trolls of village legends
but i digress…
these many tails of how the maid fell full
to scales beneath the waves
or rose like stars into the wind at night
on wings of flame and blue
a phoenix flight….yet another tale
we'll visit there again if breath should bless me
with a few more years
to tell the many tales of humble magic
there above as so below
it was in time
a lining of the stars
concordance in a roe
quite late into the time of graying
was the mer-bird souring high
an astral flight of fancy with the fae
……fine fiery feathers spread that no one saw
above
a place once seen in former dreams
and then arising there above this very vale
she saw the troubled knight
and heard his cries
across the field in rage and shouts
there was a flash of sword
and angry tears that flowed more torrents
than her dear beloved sea
this drew the Merbird to his side
she nearly caught the edge of sword in all his blindness to her presence
flapping of the wings distracted him
but for a moment as he fast dismounted
with a howl of passion in his voice
falling to the earth as if a Muslim deep in prayer
she listened to his tears and felt compassion for his plight
for she had cried such tears for children lost
or kin that found their ways to other worlds
and as the stars in line and moon full silhouetted there
his beauty made her gasp
her heart at once fell full upon a place that's only told in tale
another lifting of the veil
a vision of the Beloved
a recognition without words
she stayed far long into the night behind a tree
to listen to his words and hear his plight
and all the while the fae tugged at her sleeve to say
"deliver the Ambrosia….NOW"
he is the prince of northern lands
far from the contest of the dragon
mourning kin
he mourns the dark of days that brought him to this place
deliver him ambrosia!!!
and his heart can mend
to rule again
he wanders earth for all the ages past
and grieves his line
lost from orion's prime
that speaks the tongues of angels
searching for the constant dragon
dying
But
to arise again
forever contests spent upon this earthly realm
that sets him to despair
listen to his story that he tells "
the merbird listened with a heart that burst to open
once she heard his words
for there on top of all his pain was eloquence of spirit hiding
waiting to be born anew
the vision of his tale as clear as day
his curse
performed across the sky
as if his words had conjured up a painting from the masters
in a dream
there in aw of truth
she echoed back his storm of tears
And faithfully had listened
with a natural woman's heart
his story.........................
As he cried aloud:

Be sure
it's not because I prefer this Polar Stance
but because it is yet necessary
as being born
upon this Darkened Valley of Death
I set to Stage a Confrontation
in Witness of the gods...
and Mars, being bold as ever
rushed to see
face to face
which on the 9th
we set to contest...
He wasted much of his Flock
thinking to save his Satyr
whom I let go
or would have smote him dead
for all the proud raging he has made...
only for the Promise
he reconciled himself
and I relented
though it cost him
most his flock...
then I took to the deepest Dark
and strode upon the Templed Floors
of Hestia, upon whose Court
was Candelabra
heaved of Ivy, ancient as the Dawn
and Lave
set before the Oaken Sanctuary
of her dreaded Memory...
I did not linger there
but quick, like one who strays
from whorehouse to Sanctum
off those Earthen Floors
and squatted upon the Edge
asking out loud in awed wonder-
what manner of Shrine is this?!
I knew where I was
and what I was doing
not so Surprised as I confess
but it is Potent
to stride upon the Sacred
as if dreaming
though full awake
and Face to Face in Time
or Eternity, together met
see what others only imagine...
as if one on the sudden
as tangible as the Rock
put their hands upon the Horns
and shook the Heaven's Corners.
It was during this these days
and sometime till about the 11th
that I made contest with the Dragon
Face to Face...
for he could not deny
any longer
what I had done, or was doing
to unravel his devices
and wring down
his corrupt Princes
of this World
and fix them
upon the Alter.
If I could say
what it was like
to Face this Serpent
I would compare
what it would be
for the Sparrow
to front upon a Lion...
and he growled
as if in scoff
of my little form.
I did not care
though I knew
how awful was his Force
and how raging he would make
on me and mine
if I did not pierce him through.
So, I showed him some Surprise
which he may have guessed
but doubted
being so accustomed
to have his way
with mere men...
on the Sudden
I clasped my Belt
strung my Gauntlet
and pulled it tight
reached for my Hammer
and rung him on the Head
such a blow
as made him dizzy...
while he was dazed
and stumbling backward
I was patient
gave a chuckle
and turned aside
to grasp my Boots of Iron
pulling them up
watching him still
shaking his head
amazed
from my Alabaster Box
grabbed the Pearly Stone
and bent my way upon him...
we were caught up in the Air
as if the Heavens ordained
the Contest
and all around
the Hosts came Rushing...
I laughed out loud
and Athene roared to my side
not too close
for she is want
to let things be
but is first among the embattled.
As if passing a note
between lovers
who do not wish others see
what their romantic way means
when they play together
and flirt their hearts for Friendship
she passed me her Aegis
just then yanked
from out the Golden Hall
and I
winking at her
strode upon the now raging Beast
under foot, my Peacocks Tail.
What could he do?
But Face to Face
he met his match in Me
and
opening his vast Maw
in thought to gulp me down
flew upon me...
with my Left foot
I caught his upper jaw
which Viper's Trap
pierced through my Heel
and with my Right
stomped on his lower...
there we turned and twisted in the Air
Gold and Red and Green
flashing thunders
Blue and White streaming
like Flame from out the Match.
Such roaring men cannot imagine
or if they could
let them remember
what Helena performed
not long ago
and covered most the Land
West of the Mississippi
and laid low whole forests
in the Blast.
Now I had him
though he had me too
and all the Hosts held their breath
anticipating what to come
may prove of Ancient Hope
as the darling child
of Cere's Hearth
had grown mature
and had no longer relaxed
the fierce intention
to remedy the Wrong of Aeons.
From my Purse
I drew out the Pearly Stone
and raising it on the Air
screamed bloody murder
shaking the Gorgon's Shield
in his Face
then let fly
the Stone down his Maw...
it was the rending of Mountains
but soon enough I recovered it
and like the Physician
draws poison from a wound
drew out the Stone
and placed it back
where it belonged.
So as he coughed and spewed
and shook Chaos from his Mane
I clasped him by the neck
and ripped his spinal scales
from off him
like a zealous Groom
might rip the dress
from off his sweaty
and ambitious Bride
within their Chamber...
I snapped it like a whip
from off him
and with a breath
turned scales to chain of Ruby
and flung it back
where Athene, yet in wait
wrung it on the Air
in shout of Victory
as the Hosts clamored
stomping on the Benches
of their Seven Fold Arena.
Ares hastened then
more close than the rest
save Athene
and Apollo with his bow
and Hephaestus...
each had a work now
and I waved them on-
Come catch him!
Ares gripped him by the tail
and underneath
they set to fix this Monger...
Apollo bent his Golden Bow
and pierce him through the gut;
like a Hook
it turned again
and wrenched him firm
the Line of Time tied tight
while Hephaestus
his finest Metal block in hand
clapped it to the String
and looking up
they winked...
I yanked my Left from off his Tooth
and drew back my Right
we all stepped away upon the Air
and down he fell
roaring and twisting
all Dismayed...
we all chuckled
and as he fell
I shouted-
Good luck with That...
it is the best Magnet
he ever made!
Below, the Naiads waited
standing up to their waists
in the Sea
and watched him fall
roaring all the way
and smoking Rage of Torment...
Princesses among them
stood together
watching all the while
and glad for the Event
for they knew
how long this Fiend
had frothed their Waters
and let loose men
to cruel abuse
of their darling pets.
Here he comes...
make ready, one said
and another
holding in hand
a crystal jar
charged with Lightning Seed
they whittled off Neptune's Triton
when he slept
and they combed his tresses...
standing together
yet another
in playful taunting asked her
who held the Vessel-
Can you throw it that far?
They all laughed
and she replied
with a wink-
not so far as he shall fall
but far enough for him to know
we have not forgot
his wrong upon the Sacred Hearth...
and she cried-
this is for Persephone!
then aiming well
she tossed it...
which just under
the Dragon's Course of falling
plopped upon the glassy Sea
and sunk before him.
Another, holding Demeter's Sickle
raised up her arm
and flung it down the deep
in equal aim
and just upon the Verge of the Sea
when this wretched Monger
would have quenched his raging
BOOM
the Sickle met the Crystal Urn
and opened up a Chasm
and as Moses parted the Wave
so the Sea
like a toilet drain
sucked down a Funnel of Torrent
and the Beast fell still
upon the Air
and every step of falling
his hope to quench their Ire
escaped him
like Sisyphus
and pending on his Capture
Neptune blew upon his Rocks
and smote the Deep Abyss
another Falling...
so he Fell, and Fell, and Fell
while all the Hosts
sung Hurrahs of Victory
and Praised their Ancient Hope
which Generation proved in Time
and wrought forth
their Golden Child
from Demeter's Lap
and Gaia's sweet dream
their Force of Knowing All!
Ainu
Aser
Azeroth

SO
once told
the knight seemed silent and at rest
as if the words released him from the hold of this dire curse
he mounted once again and formed composure
to continue on his journey through the wood
not far behind
the merbird followed to the tavern that her very kin resided
was a ways n means of keeping
with the many mouths to feed
children and grandchildren
numbering plentiful
she too had tended all the pilgrims
in the past and heard tales told of such a prince
but never had she thought it but a tale
just as she stepped into the wooden tavern
stepped across the floor worn slick for years o patrons
waltzing in for milder pleasures
she felt a fae still close at hand
in pleading words
"deliver the ambrosia….NOW!!!!
and all your days will be well spent
give back the legacy you hold
tis he the rightful owner
only goodly truth can come from such"
i whispered back
"but what if i should die?"
she giggled as if i had made the words for mirth and laughter
squealing in measures of bird calls
She merrily replied
"so many times we die and rise.,
what small a gift for such a prince.
deliver the ambrosia
from the long life’s
vessel

without a thought for self, the merbird maid found mugs o mead
to set before this vision on the bench.
he thanked her then and placed a smile upon his face.
said he, "my middle maid, have we but met before? "
"perhaps, kind prince, in ages past."
"how is it that you know a prince without his garb?"
He laughed
his gentle eyes fell soft across her face
as if in search for light to rise
and placed his hand upon her arm to thank her for the mead.
as if a shock of thunder there within her simple form
an ocean rose
and opened all the gates
with rush of wisdom
knowledge of this place to be
the crux of time
suspended
filled her veins
and underground poured into
streams of life
without a thought of protocol or consequence of gesture
fast and gentle as the flight of birds
she place an open kiss upon that mouth
the very mouth
that earlier had spoke the
pain of eons past
he never moved or backed away but smiled and said
"you mean like this?"
"sweet as the honey from the hive."
and placed three more upon her lips.
all life was now transformed
with tears she left the tavern
winged and scaled
to darkened wood
the all was passed
her heart soul was one
the ending of a tale begun
fast to the wood
She ran and flew
fell to the earth and cried
knowing that the subtle gift would change them both
the prince was not so far behind and stumbled in the dark
to see the cause of flight
and in this stumbling stepped
heavy pained and bruised
upon her arm that blended feathered with the night
her cry was not the pain of being under foot
but knowing of the changes
setting both to speak she dried her tears and spoke
the sacred words
They both knew well
the language of the birds
with this they found a dream that spent there magic on the earth
a simple kiss that found and formed
the poles of mere divinity
with every sacred gesture there is sacrifice
sparks of stars upon the winds
seeding worlds of being
all these words took flight
formed vessels spoken
far into the night
until the All was spent to rest
and sea
welled up within the makings of a me and thee
so why
you wonder
tell such tale
That has
no ever after
queen
or king
to take a throne?
when morn came past concordance
he no longer knew his own and
asked with passion in his heart
"where is my maiden fair?"
then turned away continuing his journey through the Way
without a notice to the lighter state of being in his walk
the wisdom of an ancient Song of Songs in heart
Alchemical
riding cross the golden fields

An alchemy
of Ancient's future past
Beloved is our name at last

Ondine Ninetails

2008-09-14T05:40:00.001-07:00

-"Stalwart and true, by Ta-Mera's princesses enslaved Devoted lovers, bound to earth yet fulfilled in water, We shall whisper their mortal names on shores kissed by eternal tides, And forget them not in fluid rhyme: Beckrith, Padrian, and Salasime." ______________________________________________

slooowly
she turns
a tremor of light glistens over scales
of emerald green
as she lifts her massive form like a balloon
emerging from one frail elven cocoon
glistening and green
glistening and green
red spikes from eye to tail
radiant rubies from the realms of inner earth
and ancient wings unfold
transparent guise
of peacock tail
and rainbow veils
covering the dark nights glimmer
from a crescent moon
a wave of spinal movement
smacks hard
a heavied tail
upon the mountains side
as if to dance the sounds
of unheard music
in the spheres
eyes shining inner fire
faint callings from malkuth to beenah
thrusting back a massive head
formed from rage and torment in all ages past
an inner fury gasps the magic air of being
deep into the lungs of alchemy
and with the power of creations
reaper….
and with all sounds of cries
heard from the bowels of hell
her massive maw explodes
in flame and smoke and air
deep mists of avalon
seeking the gestures of resurrection

2008-09-14T05:40:00.000-07:00

"She turned, and saw a great white moon looking at her over the hill. And her breast opened to it, she was cleaved like a transparent jewel to its light. She stood filled with the full moon, offering herself. She wanted the moon to fill her, she wanted more, more communion with the moon, consummation....She stood for some moments out in the overwhelming luminosity of the moon. She seemed a beam of gleaming power. She was afraid of what she was."DHL

All that have walked the forests of Triskele have come for their portion of the All. Each with their story of joys and sorrows, present-past, and hopes. Even the smallest of elves and tiniest sparrows hold their place in this relentless breath of creation. We only know what we can know. And seek the rest in hopes that our hearts will fall open to the lifting veils.
The veils are lifting for this tiny elf. And at the expense of forfeiting a comfortable life and the honor of serving the Tari ,and all the Elves of Triskele, I must speak what burns most deeply in my heart and forms my soul.
To speak the light is only half the tale. To speak the dark is still only half.
As well as all light if not good and all dark is not evil, I now know that I must embrace both dark and light to know the truth of this one tiny destiny.
I cannot turn from either of my legacies. For to turn away from the Dark dragon father is to add evil through what is suppressed. And to embrace only the light denies the dark in which the seed is nourished.
I believe that you Lady Red, more than anyone ,would understand this as well.
For you …your present rest is as the Tari in the Sun City of Mal'anar. You bring both the dark and the light as a whole, and chose to guide the Elves with this wisdom and experience .
It would be easy to say I understand and never need the experience of knowing the full circle of life.
But you know as I do that this is not the path to wisdom without the experience.
The empty is the dark.
Longing to be filled.
With heavy heart and deep sadness I request to be released from my place in the Elven city so that I can find the balance, and seek those portions of the whole that is yet unknown to me.
With your permission , and the acceptance of the Family of Dragons permission ,I request that I might continue to maintain my Elven biped form equally with the release of what has been bound and hidden:
The Dark Dragon.
I can not hold back the waters of my fathers line any longer. The burden has been profound. And I think I would choose death rather than hold this part back past one more season of Mabon .
You have been my light and inspiration as Tari and guide for all the Elves and all races that come to or live in the city of Mal'anar.
With deepest regrets I leave ….to embrace the Dark Dragon equally . ….Knowing that the path will no longer be safe and all winds will not be fair.
I bow before my Tari and mentor who I only briefly served . The many kindnesses and guidance will not be forgotten. You have always treated me with respect and fairness in all matters
.
I would also like to request that upon reading this scroll that you ,Lady Red and Malakyte will grant this little Elf an audience with your decision before the sun takes leave to be replaced by the dark and cold.
I will be leaving for three days and three nights into the forest to pray and will look for your response when I return.

In service to Creation
Ondine Ninetails
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5:37] Ondine Ninetails whips her black cape around her shoulders to fend off the mist and cold of the deep forest
[5:38] Ondine Ninetails: all the while wondering how her friend and former associate seraf is doing
[5:39] Ondine Ninetails: coming out of her deep prayer and meditation she stands up and listens for any sign of life
[5:40] Ondine Ninetails: a great silence permeates the dawn and nothing stirs but the rustle of leaves that promises of a bleak winter
[5:43] Ondine Ninetails sips some warm herb tea that sits by the small campfire and wonders where the muse will take her steps next...all the while a faint tremor rises through her being like a distant humming of bees from her feet to the place just above her twitching Elven ears
[5:48] Seraf Clip feels his cousin thinking about him with her troubled mind .. having difficulties making a decision but sends her happy thoughts to make her relax
[5:51] Ondine Ninetails lifts her eyes as she feels a warmth rush over her eyes as if a vision of her friend would lighten her heart...and whispers to the ethers" If your out there seraf...I send you greetings and wish you well"
[5:53] Ondine Ninetails: then returns to her contemplation closes her eyes and descends once more into the dark
[5:58] Seraf Clip as he stands on a battlefield with crossed arms as he talks with a few folk all sounds mute.. a flash of his friend appears and hears a familiar voice and smiles knowing its his friend Ondine greetings him in thoughts and wishing him well than whispers in her mind "greetings to you too my friend... take care and be safe"
[6:01] Ondine Ninetails feels a smile escape over her lips and the Elven words of "be safe" repeated