Heart beat and drum becoming one,
Thrumming in unison till the end of time, till death and silence.
Whispering voices amongst the trees, voices of our ancestors, rising into a screaming crescendo.
Listen, young one, to the words of the soothsayer.
Perhaps one can discern the future...
or perhaps...
Not.
Within the guttural chants, therein lies an ancient truth.
The primal universal answer within us all, that despite lands apart, we all understand,
Ascending beyond languages and lineage of blood.
Skin and bone, joint to muscle. Man shifts to beast and prowls between the worlds of ours and the spirits of ancestors. Ethereal furs glistening in the dew crested starlit forests of the realms beyond our own.
Beast to man, they heed lessons for all those who listen.
It is in the fingers of the decrepit and wizened old women that weave our fates form the distaffs they wield oh so faithfully. Woven this way and that. What can we do, except follow the fate that the Fates have woven us.
Our ancestors dye and colour the threads of which our tapestry of fate was weaved upon.
Listen now, child. as the voice of the sooth sayer and his drum become the voices of the beast and the thrum of the forest and our collective hearts.
Egfor threw his head back in manic rhapsody, letting his voice ring out in the cold winter's air. Neither beast nor man in this moment, he transcended the planes of mortal consciousness to run free with his ancestors and those who are dearly departed.
powerful haunches spring forward, the celestial wolf sprung forward, racing through the astral landscape.
He ran and ran, til the sky glowed with greens and blues, till it shimmered like a lake on a summer's day. The lights in the sky danced and twirled around each other, soft laughter and voices murmured restlessly in the night with the stars.
The wolf came across a reindeer in the celestial snow scape. They knew who the other was. The wolf threw back a single, mournful and wailing howl, heralding his lost love.
The two turned and ran, astral hoof and paw scarcely marring the sidereal snow.
Running till the wolf had to depart to the lad of the living once more.
