Pagan Gods: Of Brotherhood and War

Garras
Entering into a clearing in the forest, the bear carries a candle, the rich tallow oozing closer to his fingers before placing it in the groove at the center of a stump and then retrieving a carved pumpkin to slowly settle in around it, flickering orange light to illuminate a bear midstride amidst trees and the specks of stars overhanging a crescent moon.

It Begins

02:50 Bjarg_the_Demigod: And with a few sparks and hot breath, Bjarg lights the bonfire to begin the celebration of Samhain.
02:51 Bjarg_the_Demigod: On the edge of the clearing, he sees a glow from a candle on top of a stump .. . and a form he recognizes instantly.
02:52 Garras: *standing, illuminated by the orangeyellow flickerwaver of candle light not far off.
02:53 Bjarg_the_Demigod: He wonders if the form even recognizes him in the dancing firelight, as he is so changed.
02:56 Garras: A brief tilt of the beasts silouhette reveals the subtle twitch of a snout.. An ear twitching. Turning and looking to see another fellow denizen of the forest. Almost imperceptibly nodding.
02:58 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Bjarg waves the firebrand beckoning the Bear to join him near the fire.
03:00 Garras: The bear seemingly melts into the trees, the breeze whispering a thousand needles in symphony of complex patterns.. Asynchronous and syncopated... The bear stepping out into the campfires light and warming his paws at the fire. "Good eve, brother."
03:02 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "And a good Samhain to you, brother!"
03:04 Garras: The bear smiles softly. "Samhain. How sweet the sound." The bear murmurs, a slight smile on his lips.
03:05 Fenrich: Walking into the firelight and nodding, the ursine brothers reunited for a night. Walking up to Garras and silently gripping his palm.
03:06 Garras: Squeezing his brothers hand back.
03:06 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "Aye" Bjarg returns the slight smile with a grin. "And look who has appeared."
03:07 Fenrich: *gives bjarg a wizened smile with eyes that seem to see further than the line of trees at the clearing.
03:08 Garras: Nodding. "It was something I don't think either of us wanted to miss."
03:10 Garras: "And we both appreciate your presence and your enkindling."
03:10 Fenrich: Nods with a soft rumble.
03:11 Bjarg_the_Demigod: 'It's good to see you both tonight!"
03:12 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "Alas, my father seems to be wandering in some mysterious place at the moment."
03:13 Garras: Looking at Bjarg for a moment before looking toward the blaze. "Then it is fitting, that on this all hallows eve, he is still here with us in spirit."
03:15 Fenrich: Keeping his gaze on bjarg, but lowering his eyes in deference. Saying nothing.
03:16 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "Yes, his spirit lays heavily on the Forest, permeating all."
03:17 minotaur21560: *a soft rain of luminous sparks from the treetops to the loamy earth, but nothing catches fire...
03:18 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "But we celebrate until he arrives." breaking into a large cask of honey mead. "Drink, my Forest Warriors!"
03:18 minotaur21560: *and when vision adjusts ,the vague outline of a general or a bull or a minot shimmers there in the halflight...
03:20 Garras: The bear's mouth waters at the scent of that fermented honeyed wine. "You are too kind." Then turning to the manotaur. "A good Samhain to you as well brother."
03:20 minotaur21560: *nods and salutes in the usual Bronze Age fashion.
03:21 Fenrich: Letting go of Garras' hand to help pour and pass drinks, giving bjarg's forearm a soft squeeze before bringing out the drinks.
03:21 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "And thank you, Garr for finding the supplies of honey this past summer. We have put some of it to good use as you can see, smell and taste."
03:21 minotaur21560: *bows deeply to the other Bear, knowing of him but never having addressed him directly
03:22 minotaur21560: *at least not in these woods
03:22 Garras: The bear can't help but smile a slow smile. "Sweetness can be difficult to come by in the forest unless you know where to look. Blessed be Dahvin, for helping keep my snout keen."
03:23 Bjarg_the_Demigod: And tonight we are blessed by the Minotaur who has now been freed from the Cave, so that he may walk the Forest in body as well as the spirit to which he has been constrained.
03:23 Fenrich: Looks at the other guest and nods before pressing his drink into his hand, fingers lingering upon his for a moment before relinquishing his hold. "Well met."
03:25 Garras: The bear smiles once more, taking a seat on a log. "Such freedom. I long for the confines of the cave. But it feels good to walk. Feel the loam beneath my pads."
03:26 minotaur21560: *bows to the god grateful for freedom as well...
03:26 Fenrich: The bear sits down as well, taking a slow mindful drink of his mead. "It is good to walk amongst friends."
03:28 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "If snows were ever to come to the Forest, you would be found hibernating in your Cave, but in this temperate Forest we enjoy being able to roam free of heavy winter coats until Spring arrives.
03:29 minotaur21560: I sit on a stone, wearing the ascetic orange thread across my chest in the manner appropriate to hermits of the forest. Listening to the others discuss the possibility of blizzards and calamities.
03:30 minotaur21560: "On this festive day, I must atone for past misrule..." *bows head to the god "for it may be I have misbehaved and plotted here in the woods..." *and bows to the large bear and to his brother bear "and even have misused the good spirits of animals on occasion."
03:31 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Bjarg, smiles at Garr. "Your friend the Bull seems to have adopted the presence of a hermit. Do you have any knowledge of how that may have happened?"
03:33 Garras: The bear hears both his brothers speak and then guffaws, his booming baritone sending small creatures askant, the fluttercrackle of the forests denizens scampering. He takes a long swallow from his drink and passes it to fen. "Another!" He wipes his maw and then cocks his head at Bjarg. "None what so ever. He is a difficult being to spot. Darkclouds-obscuring-stars."
03:33 Bjarg_the_Demigod: And he turns back to the Minotaur, nodding in gratitude for the scrolls the Bull has brought with him as a gift.
03:35 Fenrich: Taking the vessel and filling it anew, something to be savored while his brother drinks deeply. "Can something be misused? It seems to me that function follows form."
03:35 minotaur21560: "Yes those scrolls containing classical erotica were spirited out of the library at Herculaneum just before the eruption of Vesuvius..."
03:37 minotaur21560: *I pretend not to notice the bear's comment about my Zarathustra costume, and go back to pouring ablutions and doing various forms of penance in complex Hindu sign language..
03:38 minotaur21560: *intones* Where Ramgiris cool dark woods extend
03:38 minotaur21560: And those pure streams where Sita bathed, descend...
03:38 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Turning to Garr after taking a long sip of honey mead, "I thought that might be the reality. In any case, he is now free walk the Forest, but he will be monitored closely as he acclimates to his new home. Who, knows, in time he may even become of service to us. He after all has many talents and skills honed sharp by years of experience."
03:39 minotaur21560: "To these drear hills in circling days confined
03:39 minotaur21560: In dull, unvarying grief, the general repined...
03:40 Fenrich: Shrugs slightly. "Unto nature, so should we perhaps bestow our nature back"
03:40 minotaur21560: "And sorrow, withering every youthful charm,
03:40 minotaur21560: Had slipped the golden bracelet from his arm..."
03:40 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Bjarg shakes the antlers on his head in a large circle as he listens to the general (small g for the moment)
03:41 Garras: "Erotica" he snorts, drinking deeply of his second mead.
03:41 minotaur21560: "And one dark cloud around the mountain clung..."
03:41 minotaur21560: "Long on the mass of mead-reviving dew."
03:41 minotaur21560: "The heavenly exile fixed his eager view..."
03:41 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "Perhaps he shall become the Forest Bard or even Poet Laureate, if we even had one." He chuckles to himself and takes another drink of mead.
03:42 minotaur21560: *mutters* just part of the disguise...
03:42 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "I'm quite certain his former King would find it all very amusing."
03:42 Fenrich: He smiles softly. "Rhythm is the pulse of our forest."
03:43 Garras: "Such majesty, his of course." The bear flares his fangs in a feral grin.
03:44 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "And tonight the rhythms intensify as the spirits walk the Forest and fly above us."
03:45 Garras: Drinks deeply once more. Passing his vessel to Bjarg, seeking yet more sustenance.
03:46 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "Thank you brother!" Bjarg refills the vessel and returns it to Garr.
03:47 Garras: Taking his mead. Now finally savoring the fruits of his labor.
03:48 minotaur21560: *speaking to all his companions* These woods are indeed blessed. Although from time to time evil creatures may invade. The still attract many good spirits.
03:49 Fenrich: Drinking the rest of his mead. And how mellow and sweet, how embered his belly.
03:49 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Bjarg tosses more trees onto the bonfire watching as the flames leap skyward ... 20 ... 30 feet into the night sky.
03:49 minotaur21560: And there are some who are wearers of different shapes at will who come here.
03:49 Fenrich: Watching the coils of smoke wreath endlessly within itself, to climb into the firmament.
03:50 minotaur21560: ...watches the sparks fly, enclosed in the coiled dark of smoke
03:51 Garras: Closing his eyes as he drinks, the warmth of the fire nestling within his fur to brace his flesh.
03:51 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "Oh? And you refer to one of us around the fire, or some in the Forest at large?"
03:53 minotaur21560: I glance at the god, aware of his suspicions, but then go back to watching the glow of the fire, noncommittally...
03:54 minotaur21560: *mutters "Clouds can assume what shapes they will I suppose."
03:54 Garras: Opening his eye and passing his vessel to Minot. "You should drink my friend."
03:55 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "The only one of us I know who might fit that description would be you, my general."
03:55 Bjarg_the_Demigod: 'Especially tonight, your dark side should be strong."
03:56 minotaur21560: *taking the cup, jutting out chest, enjoying being called dark, I take a sip.
03:56 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "I have heard rumors of your spirit wandering the Forest, enchanting and charming those it encounters."
03:56 Fenrich: Stands, taking a moment to stretch out his lithe form.. Warming himself by the fire, arms open, embracing the fire's glow and heat.
03:57 minotaur21560: *looks up, wary again.
03:57 minotaur21560: "and that this sometimes involved brother bear, through no fault of his own?"
04:00 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "And if you will all excuse me for awhile, I must patrol for a bit. Keep the mead flowing and welcome any wandering spirits and denizens who might appear.."
04:00 Garras: Nodding. "Safe travels."
04:00 minotaur21560: Be well, Bjarg
04:01 Fenrich: Turning to warm his spine and looking over his shoulder to nod to Bjarg.
04:03 Fenrich: Stepping towards Garras to grip his jaw in his palm and squeezes.
04:03 Garras: Smiling up at his brother before closing his eyes and nuzzling his palm.
04:03 minotaur21560: What are you two bears doing now?
04:04 Fenrich: "I will likely retire for a moment. I am still not so used to my legs. Though I could sit a while. Near all the same."
04:05 Garras: "Waitin' on ya ta fill my glass ya magnificent bastard! Bahah!"
04:05 minotaur21560: I am glad to see you, and also the other bear. It is good to have a festival, to take stock, to make amends
04:05 minotaur21560: *reaches to fill the drinking horn of the evil bear.
04:07 Garras: He laughs as he catches your eyes. "Temper temper. Tis Samhain."
04:08 Garras: Takes his horn back and hods it in his hands, admiring the fire.
04:13 minotaur21560: *stands suddenly aware of a shift in the atmosphere
04:14 minotaur21560: *closes eyes, beginning to intone hymns
04:15 Dahvin_the_Defiant: I smile at the mortals reverence, sending a surge or the Rut to the bullish mortal, exciting his cock to full erection with just a breeze of warm wind of my Hunter's will.
04:16 minotaur21560: *looks down, embarrassed by the erection, turning all the same to welcome the god.
04:16 minotaur21560: Huge elms raise their arms to celebrate the dark. Boundaries between this world and the Other blur, and the firelight flickers under the starry sky.
04:17 Dahvin_the_Defiant: I laugh heartily at the blush of this mortal. But he shall have to weave his stories and dance with that thick bull erection bouncing with all it's reverence
04:18 Dahvin_the_Defiant: "Greetings.... Mortal."
04:20 minotaur21560: *arm across chest, I greet the god.
04:20 Garras: "I thought I smelled your mangy hide brother!" The bear guffaws as he drinks once more, raising his horn in hail and welcome.
04:22 minotaur21560: the fire that bjarg made crackles and sends up sparks
04:25 Dahvin_the_Defiant: I walk to the fires made by My Son's hands, the winds dying down as I draw near to them. I pull a claw from the necklace around my neck and throw it into the fire. With a rustling howl, the spirit of the animal sends green flames out.. Then upwards....
04:26 Dahvin_the_Defiant: Swirling green fires swirl and take firm of the great bear spirit, reaching high up to Mother Ursa in the sky, reaching out to pierce the veil and cross over.....
04:27 Fenrich: Watches with reverence, bowing his head.
04:27 minotaur21560: I sit down to watch, cock still pointing to the sky
04:27 Garras: "Ya always were a theatric sort.." The bear drawls with a toothy grin.
04:28 minotaur21560: "Dahvin, The bear notices that I spar with your Son..."
04:30 Dahvin_the_Defiant: With a toothy grin, I put my hand in the green fires and lift it up high in reverence to the great bear and then take the green flame to the black bear, grinning wider as I draw near....
04:31 Dahvin_the_Defiant: "Blessings of the Great Mother to you, Garras of the Green Flame." I run a claw down your chest, the green flames not burning you as I go down, but when they finally get to your balls.... The flames course through your bearhood.....
04:34 Garras: The bear can't help but seem to illuminate in that green blaze slowly standing to meet his offering, reverent and proud, feeling those flames ignite within him, his cock hardening beneath the starry pines. "You honor me Dahvin."
04:34 minotaur21560: *I watch the beauty of these rituals of the flames, cannot avoid being affected. But still wary, as if somewhere out there - a cloud is on the horizon."
04:35 Dahvin_the_Defiant: "you honor me, brother bear," I say as I miss you deeply and then move to the bull.... The one who spars with my son.....
04:36 Dahvin_the_Defiant: I approach and circle the bull, sharp claws on my fingers going through fur and playing on the skin beneath....
04:37 Fenrich: *pulling out a pipe to play, tones quiet and yet undulating*
04:37 Fenrich:
04:37 minotaur21560: I stand, still fully hard
04:37 Dahvin_the_Defiant: "You should have a blessing, bull..... Would you like that?" I say with a feral grin
04:39 minotaur21560: I look at the god, expecting the bad... a ship's mast that bursts into bloom and a profusion of vineleaves...
04:39 minotaur21560: or yet unimaginably worse
04:41 Dahvin_the_Defiant: My sharp claws wander upwards to see if I need to coax an answer from the bulls throat, sharp claws tracing lightly yet dangerously over that throat.
04:41 minotaur21560: I nod "If it is your will, you will bless me."
04:42 minotaur21560: "And on this night, it could not be otherwise."
04:43 Dahvin_the_Defiant: "you are right, mortal.... And it is will," I say with a slight laugh as my claws pierce your neck, a trickle of blood running down your neck as my claws pushes a special toxin into your blood....
04:43 Dahvin_the_Defiant: The celebrants toxin.....
04:44 Dahvin_the_Defiant: "Dance," I whisper in your ear before licking your neck to heal the wound.... And to taste the bulls blood....
04:46 minotaur21560: My foot lifts, one, a hop, then the other. Arms lift...under the trees that drip leaves from above... gyring, turning, like a fool.. cock erect
04:48 Dahvin_the_Defiant: And soon, green flames leap out of the great bear's pyre to dance with you. Green fire clones of you that mirror your dance moves as you begin.....
04:48 minotaur21560: BEAR DANCE
04:48 minotaur21560: Double Bear Dance
04:48 minotaur21560: Triple Bear Dance
04:50 Dahvin_the_Defiant: My Son's bonfire..... The Bull's dance.... The Bear's music.... The Father's will..... All in chorus together.....
04:51 minotaur21560: little turning hand movements - one rolling over the other, then one foot to the left - pause - roll -- other foot to the right - pause - the steps weave round the fire
04:51 minotaur21560: leading the bears behind
04:52 Garras: Slowly drawing himself up, sipped upon his mead and begins to slowly raise his arms over his head before sharply bringing them down in front of himself, brandishing his claws, the backs of his palms pressing against one another before cleaving the air in ripples that leave behind faint green trails.. His quads strong.. His back arching into mountainous crags, roaring as he then whirls about, arms swinging up in rolling twists that then sway to the side, sweat already beginning to plait his fur down to the flesh beneath.. The smell of him.. That musk, ever so sour and yet wooded, his eye half lidded, pulled to and fro by the music, every placed foot and every twist rippling across his form in a liquid cadence.
04:54 Fenrich: The tempo ebbing back and forth.. Adagio and pianissimo.. Swelling into pisticatto'd pipes. Sharp. Angular. Its pace twisting and writhing, a hunt bucking through the pines, sharply twisting into rhythmic runs that halt and break, doubling back upon itself.
04:57 Dahvin_the_Defiant: More fire clones jump and dance, mirroring the Sable Bear's movements. More and more dancing, more and more flames. The notes of the music dancing through the air like only music can do.... The Father smiling and watching the Forest rejoice....
04:57 minotaur21560: sparks rising, fools dancing, bats flitting through the night sky
05:03 Garras: The bear's dance is a dance of strength.. Shoulder width lunges, half fist.. A kata with twisting knuckles and shoulder followthroughs, sudden bracing steps back with arms flung backwards only to leap forth in a tumble roll, the bear's fur matting with dust, kneeling and rolling aside with a sweep of the leg to send a swirl of dust spiraling up to join the ash, hands unfolding into palms, swinging up in blocking parry, liquid oil shimmering back and forth, shoulders twisting and braced, barreling forth and leaping once more.. Panting.. Tongue slowly dripping from his maw, eye rolling up in his skull.
05:05 Fenrich: Endless rolling arpeggio, head swaying, eyes half shut.
05:05 minotaur21560: This is the time for long strophes and antistrophes and bunches of grapes and ivy and laurel, but the dancing fool is too much under the influence of the god's toxins to remember any of it
05:06 Fenrich: Silently sweating. The vague smell of sandalwood.
05:06 minotaur21560: ...except for this foot to the right - sudden pause -- and that foot to the left -- sudden pause...
05:08 Dahvin_the_Defiant: The chorus is wound tight....
05:08 Dahvin_the_Defiant: The charm struck.....
05:08 Dahvin_the_Defiant: Bound is the will....
05:08 Dahvin_the_Defiant: Given is the offering....
05:09 Garras: Taking Minot's hand now.. Braced behind him, and turning his body arching and twisting and then flung free to stumble to the ground and laugh, wild and free, blood pulsing through his veins, fingertips latched into he earth as he lays there exhaustedly.
05:10 minotaur21560: STUMBLEBUM
05:10 Dahvin_the_Defiant: And then... with growling rumbling like thunder....
05:10 minotaur21560: careening, laughing, drunk, priapic
05:10 Dahvin_the_Defiant: The Father GRUNTS and THRUSTS
05:10 Garras: Inhaling sweet breath through his nose.
05:10 Dahvin_the_Defiant: Am offering is Seed, of Life itself given of the Father
05:11 minotaur21560: but in this fest who strokes whom?
05:11 Dahvin_the_Defiant: Into the flame the Seed is shot, a sizzling sound filling the air
05:12 Dahvin_the_Defiant: There is no stroking when the Father wills it. And the Father wills it now....
05:12 minotaur21560: AAAAAAAAANH...
05:14 Garras: Lying his head back and cock throbbing, feeling weighted to the earth, only to valiantly reach for the sky.. And failing that, feeling the precipitation from the sky drip warmly upon his fur, soaked and panting raggedly, for eternity.
05:16 Dahvin_the_Defiant: And there the energy flows.... There it swirls together, God and Mortal alike.....
05:17 Dahvin_the_Defiant: Together now on this holy night..... When the veil is thinnest in so many ways.....
05:17 Fenrich: The music stopped long ago.. The fire reflecting in the dirt as the beast pants and shuts his eyes. Trembling.
05:18 Dahvin_the_Defiant: And with the charm wound up and unspun.... The God disappears, taking the offering to the realms beyond.
05:19 minotaur21560: and the refrain is "this is how it should be"
05:19 Dahvin_the_Defiant: And leaves each offerant a kiss of adoration, lust, and gratitude....
05:21 Garras: Stomach hurting from laughing, a smile plastered across his muzzle. Senses alive and in the moment. Without a single thought in his head.
05:21 minotaur21560: *big grin
06:24 Bjarg_the_Demigod:
06:44 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Bjarg returns from patrol and sees the fire dying down ... tosses some large tree trunks onto the pyre. The flames leap skyward again, and he soaks up the warmth. He can smell the sweat, the mead, the seed ... still hanging in the night air above the ground where it fell ...mixing into a kind of slurry to fertilize new growth in the morning.
06:45 Bjarg_the_Demigod: He poured himself a horn of mead and watched the fire ... then, as if compelled by some still lingering spell, stripped off his loincloth and began to dance.
06:46 Bjarg_the_Demigod: His Father had been here. He could feel it in every cell of his transformed body.
06:48 Bjarg_the_Demigod:
06:50 Asher_Ouellet: I watch the semi-human from far away, on a tree to hide myself.
06:50 Bjarg_the_Demigod: As he spins, Bjarg notices a figure on the edge of the clearing.
06:51 Bjarg_the_Demigod: He does not recognize this human shape, but feels no alarm...perhaps it is just the mead.
06:53 Asher_Ouellet: I don't move from my location even after you see me. But as you look at me, and my eyes meet yours, my blue gaze starts to glow in the darkness, as if stars or diamonds.
06:54 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "Come! You cannot hide from me. Join us this night to celebrate." Bjarg pauses to heave yet another large tree into the fire.
06:57 Bjarg_the_Demigod: As the tree hits the fire, he sees the residue of the green flames. Ah, my Father has been making his magic, Bjarg thinks to himself. It must have been a wild evening ...
06:59 Asher_Ouellet: Hearing the words of this tall, humanoid figure, I start approaching him slowly, watch his moves as he burns the trees down. I grunt distantly, careful to approach a sorcerer being. "What are you doing..."
07:01 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "Ah, you don't know what to make of all this do you, human? What tribe do you belong to? I have heard there have been newcomers to the Forest. What are you called?"
07:02 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Bjarg pauses mid dance, the sweat running down his naked body, and takes a long drink of mead.
07:03 Garras: *Rousing from his repose, the bear slowly sits up and shakes the dust from his fur, smiling as he sits.. Having finally gotten to witness Bjarg's dancing.. Heart thrumming as he gets up to sit on the log once more and drink. Watching. Smiling.
07:05 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "And look who's still here! Your scent was strong, but I thought you had left. Only resting behind a log I see."
07:05 Asher_Ouellet: My eyes catch the sight of Garr, the Big Bear also here, and I grunt, just give him a silent answer. "You can call me Asher..."
07:05 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Pours a horn of mead for Garr.
07:06 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "And you can call me Bjarg, Asher. It is fortuitous to meet you on this night."
07:06 Garras: The bear holds his vessel fervently, in supplication, hands raised over head before slowly bringing it to his lips. Pressing his tongue to its surface and tasting its compelling ambergold song.
07:07 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "Can I pour you some nectar of the Gods that we have so lovingly crafted this past summer?"
07:09 Asher_Ouellet: "I won't have it, thank you..." I mumble, slowly start wandering around the big Fire that was created, examining what the attendants were doing.
07:11 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "As you wish. I sense you wish to remain in full control of your cognitive abilities ... and your archer's skills."
07:12 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "But there is nothing to fear tonight ... at least from us .... you already know Garr, and he can attest to that. Is that not true, my brother?
07:14 Garras: The bear nods, eyes half lidded once more, taking another reverent drink before slowly rising and stretching his limbs, his chest forming an ebon triangle.. Broad at the shoulders.. Taut at the waist.. He slowly curls his arms down and rolls his head back before limberly hunkering down, his thigh and calf touching on one side while his other foot rests on its heel.. The bear's arms akimbo on his thighs.. Balanced just so.
07:14 Bjarg_the_Demigod: As if to emphasize these points, Bjarg takes another long drink of mead. There is catching up to do after all.
07:16 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Bjarg gazes at the bear striking the pose that is not a pose, but merely a demonstration of his remarkable athleticism.
07:16 Asher_Ouellet: I watch the movements of Garr hesitantly, try my best to not to make an eye contact, but eyes continue to glow regardless. I turn my attention back to Bjarg, and give him an ironic smile "I don't trust anyone... Nothing personal... You can continue to have your own fun in your little world..."
07:18 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "Ah, my archer. And why are you so distrustful? "
07:19 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Bjarg glances at the Bear again as he begins to dance.
07:22 Garras: The bear slowly rocks to the other side.. The tautness of his quads evident as his slow balancing act transfers his weight to his other leg.. Bobbing a couple of times.. The outline of his hamstring bracing and full until he brings his feet in centered.. Kneeling for a moment with his toes pressed to the earth and the pad of his foot exposed.. Until he rocks back onto his heels and unfolds.. Standing tall for a moment before smiling to both, a slip of the crescent tucked behind his lips as he slowly begins to roll his body.. Rippling himself from top to bottom and beginning his slow advance.. One foot before the other.. His arms bracing out and to the sides, claws crooked towards the earth.. Hunkering.. His head low as he begins to shut his eyes.
07:25 Asher_Ouellet: I can't help but continue to watch the slow and beautiful dance of the Big Bear, so do not reply to Bjarg for a moment as I whisper, while my eyes are still on the Garr, not sure how I feel since yesterday. My tone is sarcastic. "I don't know... why are you so distrustful of humans?"
07:26 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Bjarg smiles and pauses again ... turning to face the archer. "It is your personal choice whether to join us in the revelry or not. We can only extend the invitation. But I really must insist you disarm. As you can see, none of us is armed, nor have we been this night. We fear nothing that cannot be harmed by mortal weapons."
07:29 Asher_Ouellet: I tilt my head to the side as I listen Bjarg's words, looking at his eyes carefully, as if I am trying to enter his mind from my eyes. They are shining bright blue. My lips curl into a grin. "Hah... Do not fear... I was about to leave anyways... You can have your private party freely..."
07:29 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "Why am I distrustful to humans? Moi? I do not distrust you yet, even though you are not fully human, judging by the blue light that glows from your eyes."
07:29 Asher_Ouellet: I grunt, and my eyes narrow "I... "Am"... Human..."
07:31 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "Do not toy with a demigod. You are part human ... and part something else. I do not know what. So disarm ,,, or I will help you comply."
07:31 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Bjarg's tone turns serious for a moment as he commands this.
07:32 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Bjarg stops dancing and lowers his head slightly, the antlers pointing towards the Archer.
07:33 Garras: The bear's claws roll on his wrists, fingers caressing and then converging on points as if holding a sphere and his fingers roll for a moment before leaping into the air.. Landing with a heavy whumph as dirt rises up above, the bear landing on his fists.. Legs crooked as he takes a couple of lumbering steps before pressing off his feet to lunge alongside the fire, silhouetted in the crackling flames before landing and bounding at an angle.. Left.. Then right.. Circling the flame.. Face a rictus of predatory hunger before sprawling on the ground on his belly... Slowly rolling onto his back and swiveling his legs up, spinning as his limbs blur, the light again and again, the body turning and undulating as his senses dizzy.
07:35 Bjarg_the_Demigod: What magic substance has my Father given my brother this evening, Bjarg wonders to himself as he waits for the unsociable Archer to comply with his request.
07:36 Asher_Ouellet: My eyes land on Garr's dance, just for a second as he leaps up and pumps onto the ground once again. Hearing the serious words of Bjarg, I unconsciously touch my bow and my arrows with my hands. "I said... I am going to leave... why don't you focus on your big lovely bear friend over there?" I grunt, slowly take a couple of steps back to show I am preparing myself to go.
07:38 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "Ah, even intoxicated with the night and mead, I can sense some hostility .... or is it jealousy? "
07:41 Asher_Ouellet: I grit my teeth as the this Demigod continues to insist and push my buttons, glaring at him as the lights in my eyes brighten more. "How adorable ,you think you can understand everything, just like every other creature out here..." I grunt and turn around, start heading towards the depths of the forest.
07:42 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "A warning to you Archer ... do not under any circumstances draw your bow in either fear or anger this night ... until the sun rises in the morning. "
07:43 Garras: The bear rises to his feet. And rests his weight on his back foot.. His front balanced on the ball as he slowly rolls his back, rolling his neck his arms swaying back and forth. "There are many mysteries in the forest..." The bear murmurs, entranced by the crackle of flame and the shining stars... The rustle of the leaves and the air rife with the scent of his brothers.
07:44 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Bjarg mutters something unintelligible under his breath and takes another long drink of mead ... then returns to the fire and dancing.
07:46 Asher_Ouellet: Hearing Bjarg's words, I shout back. "I know, I know... You and your "traditional" rules that assist, help the world to move on, right? I can't promise anything if I am under threat..." as I wander into the forest, leaving the place.
07:46 minotaur21560:
07:47 minotaur21560: *jumps out from behind a tree and begins running after the archer...
07:48 minotaur21560: obviously still inebriated... pausing now and then to shake a leg to the right -- pause -- running then stop -- to the left -- pause -- running
07:48 minotaur21560:
07:51 Bjarg_the_Demigod: The Archer's veiled threat does not go unnoticed. Bjarg reaches down into the fire pulling a burning brand from the edge and hurls it into the night sky towards the heavens, It arcs across the Forest like a flare, then fades away. But the Forest has been alerted. The creatures that roam this night have seen it too. And Awen passes the word through her network to be vigilant.
07:52 minotaur21560: and the party continues...
07:53 minotaur21560:
07:55 Garras: The bear swivels on his heel, his arms caressing his own form, now twisting in slow circles, looking up at the firmament then down to the fundament, rolling, twisting, turning. A dervish as sweat rolls down his form, hot.. Heart pulsating.. A hammer thundering beneath his ribs and onto the anvil of his organs.. Slowly stepping out of his turn to stride, swiveling his torso, sweat feeding the earth.. His arms rolling and turning, rolling out to his wrists and his grasping claws.
07:57 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Bjarg takes another long drink of mead and frowns. As he sets the horn down, he sees the Bull rise and run into the Forest after the Archer. He frowns again and mutters to himself. Nothing good will come of this.
07:59 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Then spinning like the whirlwind hot air that shoots upward from the fire in an eruption of sparks, he spins and twists furiously as his nine inch cock hardens.
08:03 Garras: He turns to stalk towards Bjarg and his claws turn, scraping along the scything turns of his brother's turns, touching the currents of air, seating around him, every turn allowed its space.. Tracing the outlines of his brothers form, occasionally spinning himself.. His balls swaying.. His own cock half hard slowly firming.. The eight inch length swaying back and forth when he thrusts his hips, swaying.. Rolling one arm out and the other. His head sinuously rolling out.. His ears cocked forwards.. His claws leaving traces and gouges in the earth.
08:07 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Bjarg mirrors Garr's movements ... closing with the Bear, then backing away .. then closing again .. but this time touching the fur, muscle ... then twirling away again .. only to return in several seconds .. back and forth .. in and out.
08:10 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Sweat running down his body shinning in the firelight...his cock fully erect ...his heavy ball sack full of unsown seed swaying to the rhythm of the dance.
08:13 Garras: The bear is mindful of their ebb and flow, their forms grazing one another again and again, slowly stepping closer each time until his arms encircle his brother to turn with him, cocks thrust up against one another, hot breath at each others necks.. His panting growing thick with growls as his claws sing his brothers back, turning yet turning.. Eyes glazed and yet senses attuned.. Feet never quite overlapping, a place for every step, channelling his Mother Ursa and his Father Valhir, fervent in his reverence for all things.
08:17 minotaur21560: *full of pleasure, the trees sway, watching this masque play out below
08:23 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Bjarg's eyes locked onto Garr's one brown living orb, staring deep into the Bear's consciousness ... then deeper ... into the Bear's soul .. destroying the myth that animals have no souls. Bjarg reached out with both his hands as he danced closer grabbed a huge clawed paw in each hand and locked down his grip . Nothing could break the grip as they slowly turned and closed first chest to chest then back to back and chest to back. They merged in the firelight, sinking to their knees and rolling back and forth in an increasing frenzy of fur and flesh .... thrusting, growling, panting, the moaning in deep pleasure ... first one then the other .. as the struggle that was a dance continued. The roars and moans continued until finally both lay still ... exhausted ... satisfied... each penetrated and seeded by the other. And the gods smiled.
08:29 Garras: The bear brought down to his knees, a soft rolling groan interspersed between their slow collapse.. Teeth at his brothers neck, throat exposed to his predator, twisting and turning, gripped as firelight ignites their desire.. The smell.. The touch. The heat.. Caught and chasing, achingly trapped and joyously capturing.. This forest with its trees and crackling flame finally left with little else but panting shadows as the bear holds his brother bjarg, anchored in the elements and feeling at home in those arms. The storm abating to leave behind its warm autumnal glow, radiating its yellow orange mantle that pulseflows against his own dark green vitality... Lapping at Bjarg jaw and cradling the back of his head in his grasp.
08:34 Bjarg_the_Demigod: Their low growls resonated across the clearing to the symphony of creatures of the night and crackling of the flames as the trees turned to embers and the stars drifted across the sky. And as the crescent moon set behind the trees of Awen, they were still entangled ... breathing shallowly, slowly, asleep in each others embrace fur on flesh .. flesh on fur. And the seed of each was working its magic.

Published: 2021-11-02, viewed 57 times.