Ancient Truth at a Family Stone

into the blackest of absence of the light the four-legged will clamor to the highest peak above the ridge where the moss never grows on the pebbles beneath paw. They gather by the numbers for the meeting held therein in the forests of beasts and of man. Nary a two-legged for stretches as the elevation would surely explode their weak lung. All creatures of ground have encircled the high stone and are nuzzling and feeling each other out in the herds that they "bekin" to exist. Noblest of wing and devious of belly will sit in silence to the story I will tell you. Hush. Don't make a sound and be still, child...

long ago upon the first risen moon...two creatures were brought from a place of ignorance and darkness into the light. Brothers who sought others for there had at that time existed none. Phyrol wanted a woman creature of fire to burn the ache he had for centuries and could not put words to. They would exist in the high lands and keep to the night and only venture where his brother lain sleeping with his children's mother. Phyrol loved his brother Feran and both knew they were different than the peoples they came from. Both had intuition and both had want and both had conscience. Feran took he a fae of wing and made her his bride to sleep alongside his hairy body and keep warm in the night when the cave grows dark on the stone. Phyrol swore allegiance and kept vigil upon his brother's slumber and took arms to all who would hunt him when he was weakest. Phyrol's maiden, of wing also, had bite enough for two and the lusty hunger of no other winged like her. Phoeniz and Phyrol ruled the night and were heir to all they surveyed and protector of many. Enemies served as food for the pair of righteous beasts and there was no short supply of young males of any tribe or species who would try to dishonour or claim what was rightfully not theirs. Prince and princess of darkened life they would become and become familiar with all that they could ever want. Regal and proud they watched over Feran and Faeli as they slept unto the morning star. Once risen from the Stone of Truth, Feran and woman would take over as Prince and Princess of all they surveyed and with equal vigil to protect their kin.

Phyrol slept so quietly up high in an aerie for two. Children came and died and came and died and to his wife's mirth. Unhappiness spread like a disease and disdain filled their hearts as the two sweet lovers watched helplessly as all other genus begat one after another. Phyrol awoke early as the star fell below treeline to greet his wirey brother. Upon this stone they sat and discussed the possibility of a union we would not allow today. Brother hugged one another and went to their hovels to prepare for a "festa" in the hopes they would receive mercy from their gods. In three moon's time there would be dance and be joy and be lust and be bread enough for all the creatures of the mountaintop. Darkened day allowed for the release of all blackness inhabitants and they gave freely of themselves to their cousins and under the shade of eclipse in the place where we sit today. Brother took sister-in-law and sister took brother-in-law and soon there would be young of all types to fill the wood and keep guard over lay creatures and lord the lands to the quality of nobility. My father and his brother led side by side, one the moon and one the solarstar, but both blind as to what other fools would rise above stature and become wise and knowledgeable. My father was no fool by choice as neither was his brother, my uncle and the shock they would receive would create a rift and divide greater than the western gorge over sea in far away plateaus.

Man came. Kin to us but not kin to us. Knowledgeable to the existence of Ferans pack and Phyrols flock of followers. Man came and lay with the females and watered the lines. Ferans being the powerful in numbers as man had soon realized the weakness of Phyrolean women, most being barren or bringing few fruit. Phyrol pleaded with Feran for help in the night and Ferani came by the droves. By his side his sons and their wives and their children would snap the necks and crunch the bones of the man who would defile his brother's keep. But they would fall over and over themselves as man walked upright and they only keeled to the ground where their olfactory sense would keep them. Hunted like dogs they were driven back to the stone, to the caves and into the night to forever cry at the moon's glow for the love of a star dared not to be seen again for the light brought sight to the Man and made whereabouts known. Phyrol was greatly displeased and Phoeniz had been led astray to believe that man could cure what ailed her deadened womb. She left her husband alone, angry and with one son as she flew to the valley at sunset to be greeted by her admirers who would cage her and keep her in iron to the end of time. By the star's rising she would burst into flames and the smoke and ash would settle with her one final tear for the children ne'er to bear in the bottom of her prison. By star's setting she would rise up to wail and claw and succumb to her captors and grant their wish for no other fire creature would exist save her son, a half breed....

Your pack and my flock have been driven apart for centuries and have been torn to depleted numbers by our own kin! Shockingly still, the blood of our ancestors had been whittled like soft wood to nothingness and poverty of genus. Centuries and millenia would pass before this stone would bear the words of the fae and the fer alike. Many billenia would come to call before any aerie was built in the trees above your heads. All was to be lost forever as Man would pit brother against brother as they enslaved what numbers they couldn't slaughter or held bed with. The rift would tear even more still as Phyrol's offspring from his one son would see the ease to which his cousins could replenish their numbers while his were forced to hiding like weak tormented souls. His own mother abandoning him as a babe and his father a depressed shadow of stone who himself could hold no food or time rightfully in his madness. Blood of brothers would run red tides to the seas of all lands and the color of red would forever be symbolized as not one of pride and rebirth but of death and bereavement.

I am tired of this war between us and what we think had happened in the past. You and I are brothers and sisters and family. Wamphyrii and Wamferani we be. We share the same gods and goddesses and the same womb and the same seed. We ARE the stars and the moons! My blood is yours and yours is mine. When one of mine falls it is in me to drink every drop, for to leave it to spill would to allow the water to fill in its absence. If one of my brother's is to fall I will quickly sup on the blood of them that fall so that it stays within our circle and goes not to Mankind and their machines! I honour you this way and honour our dead! To this day we rejoice for the blood has been brought back and the children of men have brought fruit of ours to us. To this day we rejoice when the lights go out and the stars and moon's be covered by the machines of man and they flee to the hills in search of ancients, us, to guide them back to the seas they crawled from! To this day I dance with my brother and my sisters and my child, a princess. I build the first aerie if you be willing to sleep beneath me at nightfall in the stone of truth once again!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.