Re: Wandering the Paths of the Past {Moon Blaze}
Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 5:17 pm
OOC| Facewing for her uneducatedness - you officially made me laugh. XD
BIC| She nodded, a sly kitsune grin spreading over her features - she had thought as much. She hadn't mentioned the ways of cubs often, if at all; the very mention would bring forth a well of pain to the little one's eye for the life she had been robbed of.
It was time, now, to learn these things.
List now, youngling, and for a time you'll know our kind as we once were.
And so she began, her eyes distant and glowing:
Know ye that a young is born of mother proud, with form she shares of mother's own. Upon the turning of the ninth celestial cycle does a second form appear, that which comes from the father. Thus on the twelfth they find other facets of themselves, forms that may be derived from that of parent or unique for their own selves. Now see that there is more to know - there are special Dens, sacred havens for the solitude of having a young one. If the form is that of one which hatches, such as a dragon's would be, it is still as birth would be otherwise - the eggs remain within until the hatching, rather than resting upon a nest, and until the time of the laying is still connected to replenish or repair any such needs as are had in the egg.
This Den is known as the Birthing Den, and there the young will stay and play in separate solitude for the first celstial cycle or two. Before being exposed to all that is Clan the little one must first have, in their own mind, a stability. They must know what is touch and scent and be capable of riding energy fluctuations before they're exposed to the extremes of Clan, although still they know the internal bonds that all such creatures share within the rest bound to Clan.
For these first cycles, all is given at the pace of the cub - they leave to explore the area around the opening to their Den, whatever sort would be needed for their corporeal beings, when and if they please. So they feed when they are hungry, and sleep when tired and play when so inclined as they become more anchored to their full selves.
... Essentially, they are becoming more as one with life than mere birthing can accomplish, that they don't disconnect from their physical at random and dissipate as would mist over water.
Now list, listen, shh and I will tell how this is of concern to you, though you learn merely for the sake of knowing our kind. It has come the time whence you would leave the Birthing Den; I do believe this is why you were so capable of survival while in Clan Disconnect. You were still of the need of a Birthing Den, and so you ate when you stumbled upon food and slept when you had need and slept where you thought comfortable. Usually such endeavors are lightened by the parents - both of them - but regardless, as you still were connecting into your true state of being you had not the sense of presence to attract trouble and were lucky enough not to stumble upon it; at least not without the ability to scent that there was a Wrongness and thus make a hasty retreat.
Now, when the transfer commenced it was usually to a family den within the communal center of the Clan. The fruits and bush grew in plenty for all cubs and younglings were encouraged to interact and learn what it is to be within Clan. In this, it was the family Den that the transfer was made to - and thus, as the family Den, it was already marked as belonging to the youngling as the cub was interwoven with the rest of the family. What is of the mother is also of the cub. In a smaller extent the same is said of all Clan - what is of my brother is also of me. Yet there is a difference - the ties are similar and not quite exact. It is perfectly well permitted that should I be in need, I find my brother in his haven and hole up there. Yet I will be doing so at his permission, and I will be ever a stranger to his home - an outsider, a trespasser, one who is in that which is not her own nor holds even a whiff of her own essence. It is his, forever his, and while I am welcome for being of a sort his own as well (as all Clan is) it is not the same as entering my own den with my own cub; for as the den is fully my own, so is the cub. It is an addition to my den, my space, the bringing of my young. Clan, though welcome, holds a bond not nearly so encompassing to be an addition to my home through that which is also my own.
Think of your Bonded. He and you are linked; but he nary belongs to you, nor you to him. Should he have a foal - which I believe he does - that foal will belong to him, just as much as the foal belongs to whomever they bind themselves to.
In such you are welcome in his home - but it is not your own.
For you, this is not a normal Den shift as you would be intruding as much as if you were in Sunspot's lands - these bonds of mother's Den are not in question. You are alone, as you know. The fate of your parents and Clan have been determined, and you felt such your own self. Thus, while you are brought into a proper Den and adopted as a proper cub to complete the bindings of Clan, you are also having that which is your own essence imbued into the Den. You will not be a visitor. You will be Home, with a true parent who you will, eventually, no longer even realize was not the one born to you. It involves spells, energy work and a great deal of preparation for both me and your new home-guardian. What you need to do is trust in us and, most importantly, relax enough to believe. Any disruptions to the energies of the spell can cause trouble - the least of which are having it fail, the more dire results being that it is altered in undesirable ways.
Normally, such would not be an issue - the cub would feel the bindings of Clan helping to hold them to their new lives, to keep them from dissipating, and would know intrinsically that Clan is that which is trusted, protected, and even obeyed without question. Should a Clan member tell you that something must be done, you will know with all certainty that it is so; for those of Clan could not speak in a way that is not true and proper to another with which they share a piece of their life essence. You, being disconnected, are somewhat of an anomaly. Thus it must be that you operate entirely on faith and not through any such known bindings.
Now listen, young cub, listen closely. Our Clan is broken, as well. There are few left; myself, my brother, my mate and own cubs. My aunt is disconnected; she has drifted too far and lost much of what is her essence. Another is so vastly weakened that she can't even control what abilities she has remaining, those that have yet to fade. You know of my parents, and of my brother's. His mother faded - you know much of his father. We are what remains of the White Light Clan, little one, and contact with other Clans is faint.
Any such things we keep of our kind - who we once were as a species - we keep this way. Now meditate for at ime and think on the ways of cubs; of anchoring to life in a Birthing Den before entering the proper Clan, of having dozens of others around to either search for or stumble upon while exploring your natural talents, to sit shoulder to shoulder with another as an Elder takes it upon themselves to provide a lesson - while still others scramble behind in a wild game of hunt! Think of what it is to be so bound that all are cousins, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles; all are family. Of the shift that would be felt as someone mated with another outside the Clan and brought them in as their own, as a part of themselves.
Meditate on this, and then tell me what you have learned of the life of a youngling.
BIC| She nodded, a sly kitsune grin spreading over her features - she had thought as much. She hadn't mentioned the ways of cubs often, if at all; the very mention would bring forth a well of pain to the little one's eye for the life she had been robbed of.
It was time, now, to learn these things.
List now, youngling, and for a time you'll know our kind as we once were.
And so she began, her eyes distant and glowing:
Know ye that a young is born of mother proud, with form she shares of mother's own. Upon the turning of the ninth celestial cycle does a second form appear, that which comes from the father. Thus on the twelfth they find other facets of themselves, forms that may be derived from that of parent or unique for their own selves. Now see that there is more to know - there are special Dens, sacred havens for the solitude of having a young one. If the form is that of one which hatches, such as a dragon's would be, it is still as birth would be otherwise - the eggs remain within until the hatching, rather than resting upon a nest, and until the time of the laying is still connected to replenish or repair any such needs as are had in the egg.
This Den is known as the Birthing Den, and there the young will stay and play in separate solitude for the first celstial cycle or two. Before being exposed to all that is Clan the little one must first have, in their own mind, a stability. They must know what is touch and scent and be capable of riding energy fluctuations before they're exposed to the extremes of Clan, although still they know the internal bonds that all such creatures share within the rest bound to Clan.
For these first cycles, all is given at the pace of the cub - they leave to explore the area around the opening to their Den, whatever sort would be needed for their corporeal beings, when and if they please. So they feed when they are hungry, and sleep when tired and play when so inclined as they become more anchored to their full selves.
... Essentially, they are becoming more as one with life than mere birthing can accomplish, that they don't disconnect from their physical at random and dissipate as would mist over water.
Now list, listen, shh and I will tell how this is of concern to you, though you learn merely for the sake of knowing our kind. It has come the time whence you would leave the Birthing Den; I do believe this is why you were so capable of survival while in Clan Disconnect. You were still of the need of a Birthing Den, and so you ate when you stumbled upon food and slept when you had need and slept where you thought comfortable. Usually such endeavors are lightened by the parents - both of them - but regardless, as you still were connecting into your true state of being you had not the sense of presence to attract trouble and were lucky enough not to stumble upon it; at least not without the ability to scent that there was a Wrongness and thus make a hasty retreat.
Now, when the transfer commenced it was usually to a family den within the communal center of the Clan. The fruits and bush grew in plenty for all cubs and younglings were encouraged to interact and learn what it is to be within Clan. In this, it was the family Den that the transfer was made to - and thus, as the family Den, it was already marked as belonging to the youngling as the cub was interwoven with the rest of the family. What is of the mother is also of the cub. In a smaller extent the same is said of all Clan - what is of my brother is also of me. Yet there is a difference - the ties are similar and not quite exact. It is perfectly well permitted that should I be in need, I find my brother in his haven and hole up there. Yet I will be doing so at his permission, and I will be ever a stranger to his home - an outsider, a trespasser, one who is in that which is not her own nor holds even a whiff of her own essence. It is his, forever his, and while I am welcome for being of a sort his own as well (as all Clan is) it is not the same as entering my own den with my own cub; for as the den is fully my own, so is the cub. It is an addition to my den, my space, the bringing of my young. Clan, though welcome, holds a bond not nearly so encompassing to be an addition to my home through that which is also my own.
Think of your Bonded. He and you are linked; but he nary belongs to you, nor you to him. Should he have a foal - which I believe he does - that foal will belong to him, just as much as the foal belongs to whomever they bind themselves to.
In such you are welcome in his home - but it is not your own.
For you, this is not a normal Den shift as you would be intruding as much as if you were in Sunspot's lands - these bonds of mother's Den are not in question. You are alone, as you know. The fate of your parents and Clan have been determined, and you felt such your own self. Thus, while you are brought into a proper Den and adopted as a proper cub to complete the bindings of Clan, you are also having that which is your own essence imbued into the Den. You will not be a visitor. You will be Home, with a true parent who you will, eventually, no longer even realize was not the one born to you. It involves spells, energy work and a great deal of preparation for both me and your new home-guardian. What you need to do is trust in us and, most importantly, relax enough to believe. Any disruptions to the energies of the spell can cause trouble - the least of which are having it fail, the more dire results being that it is altered in undesirable ways.
Normally, such would not be an issue - the cub would feel the bindings of Clan helping to hold them to their new lives, to keep them from dissipating, and would know intrinsically that Clan is that which is trusted, protected, and even obeyed without question. Should a Clan member tell you that something must be done, you will know with all certainty that it is so; for those of Clan could not speak in a way that is not true and proper to another with which they share a piece of their life essence. You, being disconnected, are somewhat of an anomaly. Thus it must be that you operate entirely on faith and not through any such known bindings.
Now listen, young cub, listen closely. Our Clan is broken, as well. There are few left; myself, my brother, my mate and own cubs. My aunt is disconnected; she has drifted too far and lost much of what is her essence. Another is so vastly weakened that she can't even control what abilities she has remaining, those that have yet to fade. You know of my parents, and of my brother's. His mother faded - you know much of his father. We are what remains of the White Light Clan, little one, and contact with other Clans is faint.
Any such things we keep of our kind - who we once were as a species - we keep this way. Now meditate for at ime and think on the ways of cubs; of anchoring to life in a Birthing Den before entering the proper Clan, of having dozens of others around to either search for or stumble upon while exploring your natural talents, to sit shoulder to shoulder with another as an Elder takes it upon themselves to provide a lesson - while still others scramble behind in a wild game of hunt! Think of what it is to be so bound that all are cousins, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles; all are family. Of the shift that would be felt as someone mated with another outside the Clan and brought them in as their own, as a part of themselves.
Meditate on this, and then tell me what you have learned of the life of a youngling.