Post by ogrun on Jan 9, 2011 11:34:46 GMT -5
((This is a tidbit that dives more, in detail, of a brief story that Ogrun told, back in one of Lespri's events. It took me awhile to actually decide to post this, since it's rather.. sad. I reconsidered posting this atleast four or five times, opinions would be appreciated beyond imagining. As for when this happens, within a week or so before the Shattering.))
The Barrens were as dusty as he remembered it, as it always was. An'she shining brightly down in waves of heat, evaporating any puddle of water or body of water that wasn't consistantly renewed. Predators, scavengers, and prey all competing for water.. This was his home, besides Mulgore, having been here for his entire life.
The Elder rode at a slow pace on his kodo, adjusting the wide-brimmed hat upon his head, squinting ahead in the distance. Heading westward, the earth beneath him shook for a few moments, Ogrun halting his kodo as it passed. He was nearing the mountains surrounding Mulgore, as the latest 'quake passed and was gone. He scratched his braided chin, as he soon dismounted his kodo, giving the beast a gentle pat, "I will return soon.." He comforted it, speaking in Taurahe.
Presented before the aged Shu'halo was a rocky path, rough a newly ruptured from an earlier earthquake, the rock having shifted enough to provide a rising ascent, rocky and rough, but passable. Leaning upon his staff for support, Ogrun slowly made his way up the path, careful not to stumble or fall on any of the loose rocks. To the Elder, it looked that if he slipped, it would not be easy to gain a foothold. As he rose higher along the path, he took in a deep breath, as a thin, dark smoke from a fire rose in the distance, to his right.
The area around him opened to a grassy cliff, marked by a few overhanging trees and a view of the Golden Plains. He took a moment to gaze towards the Shu'halo Holy Land, before looking towards the rising smoke. He could see the campfire, and a small tent. He saw that the fire was freshly lit, as a female Tauren was tending to it with a more wood.
Her fur was a light brown, speckles of grey showing her age. Dressed in a loose kilt and worn, leather vest, her mane tied in many braids going below her bosom to just above her waist. A few carved totems leaned against a tree that hung over the tent, looming over it, providing shade. She sat, as he approached, seeming not to mind Ogrun's presence. She spoke hesitantly, in Taurahe, has she bit into piece of dried bread. "Feel.. Feel free to sit, friend. I'll do my best to be a good host." Her voice was soft and low, as it triggered a few memories within Ogrun's mind. He smiled, sitting down beside her, "I don't doubt that you are a good host.. But with this place being isolated, I will not think poorly if you are not." She stared back, for a moment, as if seeing something that she had not for many years, something precious and close. The sun shimmered in her brown eyes, as she nodded, biting into the bread again, before offering it to Ogrun, "There was a wreckage, a few months ago.. The wind whispers to me of the Horde, there weren't any survivors, but.. I never saw a canoe that could fly." She mused to herself for a moment, the Shaman pausing before speaking again, "Panawe." She said her name, looking at Ogrun for a moment, as he replied, "Ogrun." She slowly began to smile, as did he. Panawe took in a deep breath, exhaling softly, as both Elders were reunited once more, "Those visions I had did not come anymore, after I came here.. I couldn't climb down, otherwise I would have tried to return." She frowned, as Ogrun nodded slowly, "I assumed that you weren't able to return, for some reason." They talked more, discussing how both their children were, and what had happened in the world as a whole. Ogrun shared stories, as Panawe, his mate, listened by the small campfire.
Many hours passed, as An'she set and Mu'sha rose to travel the sky. The fire had long since died down, as the two elders slept in the tent. They made up for lost time, during that night.
Ogrun awoke, slowly, a rumble coming from him as he looked over at Panawe. The morning light shined through the canopy of the small tent dwelling that Panawe had called home for so long. She was still, her heart silent and her breathing halted, he discovered this after trying to wake her a few times. It was soon that the old Tauren had found a necklace of wooden beads, a few of the wooden pieces on the necklace spelt out who he was in Taurahe runes. Ogrun: Tribe of Kodofoot, Friend to Tribe of Stonetotem, Whose Horn is Broken. Ogrun left the tent to mourn his mate's passing, as he gathered up wood and tinder, placing it around the tent.
The flames licked at the hermit's tent as the funeral pyre was built. There, sitting down by the bonfire, Ogrun wept and silently honored the Earthmother in mourning, as the pyre was eventually reduced to ash and scattered upon the windly breezes of the mountainous cliff. He wore the wooden necklace around his neck, as he left a few days later. All this had happened in a short, brief week and though Ogrun was happy that he had gotten to see his only mate before she passed, he privately wished that her time in this world laster only a few days longer.
The Barrens were as dusty as he remembered it, as it always was. An'she shining brightly down in waves of heat, evaporating any puddle of water or body of water that wasn't consistantly renewed. Predators, scavengers, and prey all competing for water.. This was his home, besides Mulgore, having been here for his entire life.
The Elder rode at a slow pace on his kodo, adjusting the wide-brimmed hat upon his head, squinting ahead in the distance. Heading westward, the earth beneath him shook for a few moments, Ogrun halting his kodo as it passed. He was nearing the mountains surrounding Mulgore, as the latest 'quake passed and was gone. He scratched his braided chin, as he soon dismounted his kodo, giving the beast a gentle pat, "I will return soon.." He comforted it, speaking in Taurahe.
Presented before the aged Shu'halo was a rocky path, rough a newly ruptured from an earlier earthquake, the rock having shifted enough to provide a rising ascent, rocky and rough, but passable. Leaning upon his staff for support, Ogrun slowly made his way up the path, careful not to stumble or fall on any of the loose rocks. To the Elder, it looked that if he slipped, it would not be easy to gain a foothold. As he rose higher along the path, he took in a deep breath, as a thin, dark smoke from a fire rose in the distance, to his right.
The area around him opened to a grassy cliff, marked by a few overhanging trees and a view of the Golden Plains. He took a moment to gaze towards the Shu'halo Holy Land, before looking towards the rising smoke. He could see the campfire, and a small tent. He saw that the fire was freshly lit, as a female Tauren was tending to it with a more wood.
Her fur was a light brown, speckles of grey showing her age. Dressed in a loose kilt and worn, leather vest, her mane tied in many braids going below her bosom to just above her waist. A few carved totems leaned against a tree that hung over the tent, looming over it, providing shade. She sat, as he approached, seeming not to mind Ogrun's presence. She spoke hesitantly, in Taurahe, has she bit into piece of dried bread. "Feel.. Feel free to sit, friend. I'll do my best to be a good host." Her voice was soft and low, as it triggered a few memories within Ogrun's mind. He smiled, sitting down beside her, "I don't doubt that you are a good host.. But with this place being isolated, I will not think poorly if you are not." She stared back, for a moment, as if seeing something that she had not for many years, something precious and close. The sun shimmered in her brown eyes, as she nodded, biting into the bread again, before offering it to Ogrun, "There was a wreckage, a few months ago.. The wind whispers to me of the Horde, there weren't any survivors, but.. I never saw a canoe that could fly." She mused to herself for a moment, the Shaman pausing before speaking again, "Panawe." She said her name, looking at Ogrun for a moment, as he replied, "Ogrun." She slowly began to smile, as did he. Panawe took in a deep breath, exhaling softly, as both Elders were reunited once more, "Those visions I had did not come anymore, after I came here.. I couldn't climb down, otherwise I would have tried to return." She frowned, as Ogrun nodded slowly, "I assumed that you weren't able to return, for some reason." They talked more, discussing how both their children were, and what had happened in the world as a whole. Ogrun shared stories, as Panawe, his mate, listened by the small campfire.
Many hours passed, as An'she set and Mu'sha rose to travel the sky. The fire had long since died down, as the two elders slept in the tent. They made up for lost time, during that night.
Ogrun awoke, slowly, a rumble coming from him as he looked over at Panawe. The morning light shined through the canopy of the small tent dwelling that Panawe had called home for so long. She was still, her heart silent and her breathing halted, he discovered this after trying to wake her a few times. It was soon that the old Tauren had found a necklace of wooden beads, a few of the wooden pieces on the necklace spelt out who he was in Taurahe runes. Ogrun: Tribe of Kodofoot, Friend to Tribe of Stonetotem, Whose Horn is Broken. Ogrun left the tent to mourn his mate's passing, as he gathered up wood and tinder, placing it around the tent.
The flames licked at the hermit's tent as the funeral pyre was built. There, sitting down by the bonfire, Ogrun wept and silently honored the Earthmother in mourning, as the pyre was eventually reduced to ash and scattered upon the windly breezes of the mountainous cliff. He wore the wooden necklace around his neck, as he left a few days later. All this had happened in a short, brief week and though Ogrun was happy that he had gotten to see his only mate before she passed, he privately wished that her time in this world laster only a few days longer.