Mon Mar 29, 2010 3:16 pm by Foxyfireswings
Saddened by the tales told thus far Angel shifted her body to one side, and said softy, "I grief in my heart to hear of such." Lowering her muzzle she looked over at Waterlily then at Vineda in turn, "I'm glad to have meet you both."
Her crimson stare looked off into the distance, "It seems that everyone that has come to this land has a past that is full of dark and painful memories, and this land is a place to be reborn and start anew."
Crossing her paws in front or her, and saying in a somewhat sad voice, "My story is no more and no less pleasant, I am the last of my kind. I was born in the rich lands of Orenda. A land shared by humans, and many other magical creatures. My clan wasn't very strong and we didn't have many in it, one night the elders from our clan came to the meeting ground to meet with all the other clans and discuss the very real threat of the growing numbers of humans. The humans were land hungry and were pushing many magical creatures into our homelands, two suns passed before a decision was made. We would stay and fight alongside the clans, though joining forces proved to be difficult."
Closing her eyes the memories of the angry voices that night came crashing together, opening them again she continued in a grieved voice, "Each clan wanted to the chance to shine and the reward for pushing the humans off was double the clans territory, the day of the battle came, my clan fought bravely, and the first battle was won."
Taking a deep breath she looked at the ground, her voice had started to waver, "The clans met again that night and informed us that our homeland was secure and that our warriors could go home once again, so our leader decided to take us back to our lands and let the other clans wrap things up."
Pausing Angel lifted her head to look up at the stars sighing as she continued, "That's when things went very wrong, me and my siblings walked back with the other warriors on a night much like this one, very calm and quiet. We had almost hit our homelands when we were ambushed, already to far away from the others to call for help we fought till we were forced to flee into the woods. They burned our clan homes, killing innocent pups and mothers that had been left there. Me and a few of the remaining warriors went back to the clans to alert them of the tragedy."
Growling softly to herself, Angels eyes glazed over with anger, "The had humans circled around and killed everything, burning dens, and striping us of our wings and fur, the clans came to our aid but it was to late. The warriors that fought at my side soon perished in battle, after the last battle I was all that was left."
Unshed tears glazed her eyes, as she whispered, "My kind were never meant to be warriors ." Looking down at her crossed paws she lifted one and moved it to the side so the ring that shone silver in the fire light was visible, "I received these rings from the heads of Clan counsel marking me as the last of my kind, I was given to choice of staying in that land or finding a new world to make my home on, I choose to leave, the counsel called forth a time channel making it possible, and I have been wandering around here every since."
Each day is a gift and not a given right.