Rough Prologue
Rough of Prologue
He yawned, blinked and rubbed his eyes as he stepped out the front door of his home. He was dreaming he realized knowing full well he should be seeing snow roughly 75 paces from his home where the effect that kept the area within warm year-round and kept biting insects out ended. Instead the forest in the peak of spring stretched out as far as he could see. He also recognized the improbable site of the person squatting next to the bubbling creek that flowed lazily throughout his yard. Not delaying, equally surprised, concerned and curious at his presence he quickly closed the distance as the figure stood and turned at his approached. The being before him was imposingly tall. Blond hair that hung heavily down his back tied in a thick braid held together at the end with a thick leather strip. Two pointed ears stuck out atop his head the space where a normal persons ears sat curiously empty.
His wore simple leather pants that stopped just below the knees and a black leather vest that left his chest and stomach bare. Over sized hands and feet, a curious combination of a humans hand and a cats paw. All of which ended in sharp claws which could be extended to be used as devastating weapons though the ones in the feet didn't retract as far as the hands. Black fur covered his arms and legs starting at the elbows and knees saved for the right arm which boasted brilliantly white fur who's color carried down even to the claws of that hand.
A tail swayed idly behind the creature, surprisingly strong and half again as long as his legs. He was an exact copy of himself save for some noticeable differences. Where he had fetlocks that hung from his arms and legs, thin stands of hair that depicted age on a were-cat like a beard does on a human. The being before him had flames that waved lazy in the slight breeze not even producing any scents or smoke. While Tarrin's eyes where green and slighted like a cat that glow from within that flashed brighter when marking an angry were-cat, the being before him had pools of deep green light the most obvious sign of it's divine nature. There was one feature that Tarrin Kael of the were-cat's and Tarrin Kael Elder God of Pyrosia and that was the pair of wings that the two usually kept hidden within twin pools of fire on their backs. Wings that gave off the image of feathers colored like flames but were made of living fire. Solid objects who's size and shape could be changed at will.
Destiny or Fate had come calling and he'd been chosen to answer. Completely against his will in the beginning but he had to admit, the rewards were everything that was promised and more. But it was a maddening series of events that even included having his soul split in two, to forever separate himself from divinity he never wished to have. And the result of that stood before him now. Beginning with the death of a god, after a suicidal adventure in crossroads, ending in the theft of a Solar's Bow, to the eventual defeat and banishing of a Demon Lord from the world of Pyrosia the other half of his soul, containing the entirety of the chaotic divinity bestowed on him by the Fire-staff, had been joined to the All of Pysoria, forming the new Elder God of that plane.
“You're looking well Tarrin,” the god spoke in that strange voice gods seemed to use. As if there were hundreds of voices, all speaking in perfect harmony sounding as if each word was meant to be sung.
Tarrin just snorted at the comment, “and you don't look overworked,” he said causing the god to smile showing his white teeth the fangs of which were longer and pointier.
“Things are moving along as they should,” he said cryptically “But it's a loose end of that war that just came to my attention. A spirit came home to rest, but what was strange is that she'd been on another plane.”
Now that bit of news surprised him a bit. The way he'd said it hinted that the woman wasn't one of the World Walkers as the group back on Pyrosia liked to call themselves. “OK, I’m curious.”
“During the time when the One's priests were doing their witch hunts for magic users,” he said with disgust. “A young woman managed to stumble onto a gateway while running from a pair of hunters. The thing is she was already injured and bleeding when she went through. She was also very pregnant.”
That bit of news was a shock to Tarrin, who's very upbringing and were-cat nature gave children a special place in his heart. One of the few things that could pierce threw the feral nature that came with being a were-cat.
“She asked, no she begged me to find her daughter and make sure she was OK. She was five by the time I found her, adopted by a man and woman and raised in a little suburb. She even has dog,” he said wistfully as if regretting what was to come.
“This sounds like the perfect part for a but,” Tarrin said starting to walk the is godly double. A widening route that would take them past Kimmie's tower which sat empty, since she went off on some errand with Phandebrass, which was probably consisting of reminding the crazy wizard where his pen was and keeping him from walking off a cliff into a volcano.
“The child was to be a Druid,” at seeing the lack of understanding on the mortal's face he asked. “Why is it that a Druid can feel a child at the moment of conception?”
“Because they make contact with the All,” he responds not getting what the other was trying to say.
“That's right, when she was conceived she made touched the All of Pyrosia but she was born on another world.” Seeing the recognition on the others face he continued. “To add an even stranger twist is that her mother was an Elemintalist. She's been sickly since birth, her mother dieing just days after she was born, but her bodies giving out. It's been struggling for so long its finally giving out.”
Tarrin knew how important it was for a Druid to stay in contact with the All. And the All of one plane was NOT the same as one from another. He remembered the feeling of absence, the draining away of a warmth you'd taken for granted was there. How the brilliantly annoying bug of a friend Sarraya managed to create a necklace, what she jokingly dubbed Essence of Sennadar, that gave her a miniscule connection to the All of their home. Not enough to use any druidic magic but enough that the tiny blue fairy wouldn't get sick and eventually die. “What are you gonna do?”
“Well, that's were you come in,” he said with a chuckle. “I want a drop of your blood.” he said stopping to face his mortal self.
“My blood!? What would you, NO! NO! NO! Hell No! You'll will not turn her, how could you of all people want to put someone through that?”
“And you of all people should know that sometimes there just isn't a better choice.”
“Why not just bring her back to Pyrosia? She should be fine then.”
“They may not be her birth parents but they love her as if she were. And she has a home there, and what good would it be to save her body and kill her heart. And no, I won't just take the parent's too,” he said giving the mortal a grin. “She'll be an Avatar Tarrin, and before you say anything there are Avatars and there are Avatars. She'll be my Sui'kun and my Druid, I'll use the the connection to create a bridge to the All of Pyrosia so no matter where she goes, no matter what she does, she'll never be alone. Her path is not like ours brother, she is not mi'shara, her path is her's to decide,” he said putting a paw on the others shoulder. “And I will always be with her. Now, will you give me the blood or will I have to beat it out of you?”
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