Bearclaw Valley Moon Theme
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Ooc — Lieu
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An old moon hung against the pastel sky of dawn. The earth stirred awake, dew clinging to everything, and the world crept out from its nightly hibernation. Only the earliest risers stirred. Some mice... songbirds... and Galena. She roved through Ursus' inner circle — Tumbleview and then Rivenstone — a small bone clutched tightly in her jaw. It would make a good play-thing for the pups, she thought, with only two of them they might get tired of roughhousing each other. But, it would be a while before the nurslings would wake... and so Galena scoped out a decent spot to communicate with her sisters.

She found a small patch of moss, and collected a tiny pile of smooth rocks, abstract branches, and the brightest flowers to facture a tiny shrine. She sat before it with her head bowed, the bone besides her, and called to her Mothers.

I have found a garden where we may grow, she told them.
It is fertile. Promising. But it is violent and ugly, now.
I will tend to it. Weed it. Churn the soil.
Plant the seeds for our future.
In time, it will be another Eden for Him. Our creation.


Her amber eyes blinked as she regarded the lavender colored petals of the picked flowers. Relishing in Ursus' beauty, anew. 

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"God is every bit as feral as that which he creates."
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Ooc — Talamasca
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He trailed after his femme doppelganger without meaning to, at first. Sleep had not come to him, and he'd spent a few hours pre-dawn doing a quick patrol of the valley entrance, then veered towards Ikkalrok's slumbering bear-like shape; but he caught sight of Galena's shadow, and was distracted enough by the movement to seek it out. She led him deeper in to the territory. By the time he realized it was her, she'd already collected a small bone, some moss, rocks, flowers — a mess of things — and nested at her shrine.

Her head was bowed as Revui approached. He did not understand what he was seeing, but somehow connected Galena's behaviour to the pale girl (Averna) and the boulder from the territory's mouth. Somehow this moment held the same incongruous energy. Revui came to the woman's side as soundlessly as he could, looking very much like a big stupid dog trying to sneak upon its master's bed; as he sank to his haunches he watched Galena, and bowed his own head, mimicking her while she was preoccupied. Trying to understand.

Then her eyes opened. Revui's didn't, yet. He'd felt relaxed in the moment and begun to drowse.

The woods have always been filled with these soft doe-eyed things;
with hearts beating for the arrow, the bullet, the lance.

I have always been the huntsman.  ⤑