cian_oneill (cian_oneill) wrote in birthrightrpg, @ 2021-02-28 16:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~cian o'neill |
Healing
Where: South of Searchlight, toward Spirit Mountain
Damage was a part of existence.
The large cougar trotted across the landscape damaged by weather, shaped by storms, worn down by the passing of time and everything that took place during it.
Coming to a well-known path the animal stretched out into a lope, the distance covered comfortably and quickly. Reaching the rise, he slowed as his body formed a silhouette against the night sky. A watcher would have observed the animal's stance as 'still, surveying, silent' if there were any there to notice.
Slowly he picked his way down the other side, larger rocks resting against one another offering solid footing on the scree-covered slope. Achieving the path he again broke into a trot that slowly stretched into the comfortable lope that covered miles quickly.
Overhead the moon lit the landscape, washing it with its cool, shadowy light, bathing the environment in that which the were was drawn to, was controlled by, was powerless to deny.
It was this that Cian had hated, and still wasn't fully able to accept. The loss of control, being at the mercy of another, albeit non-sentient force, that caused his change each cycle, without fail, without mercy, without any debate. But then there was the part of him that had slowly come to terms with it recognised it was also reliable, consistent, a single anchor point in his current existence that was undeniable, and unlikely to disappear or change. And it gave him the ability to heal.
Which he was doing...