Pagan Gods: Of Brotherhood and War

05:44 Garras: I stand before the moon, with a heart that is heavy, my hands cupped before me with naught but the crumbled dust of fast fading memories. Gone are the sentiments of ariloqaq. The twin sisters Suffuse and Sublimate. Solemn wind, traveller eternal. That lung might affix air to the perfervid scald of pulsing vein. So it was almost written, upon the annals of peat and the gnarled clench of roots. That Delta, whose equilateral points denote change, recurring, recursive, might overwrite compounded silence. My eye grows heavy, and the promontory stretches above the umbral abyss of the lake. My hands, they separate and dust floats upon the wind. So too, as convocation. And instead of the pebblepound, rumblethumped upon the loam, only humstatic of sand, swept and lapped by water, tricklehiss blur. The sound that is made and is not named. The precise point, at which form intersects with the void.
23:39 Bjarg_the_Demigod: The tribe is gathering ...
22:24 minotaur21560: My head hangs, my arms lashed behind me
19:40 TonyJacked: I nod as Bjarg walks by
22:24 minotaur21560: I shoot a glance up at the 2nd Lieutenant
23:39 Bjarg_the_Demigod: The naked General is too incomplete in his current condition. Perhaps this will help. * From his belt Bjarg takes the General's sac that has been stuffed with all the General's hair and ties it to a cord around the General's waist so that it hangs approximately in the same place from which it was removed the other day. Then Bjarg takes a small dead branch and ties it to the front of the sac. "There, that's much better."
20:01 TonyJacked: Watching the God do as he wants
22:24 minotaur21560: My mouth hangs open as I glance down... the withered twisted branch is the god's mockery, the bag a cushion of shorn hair... loyal general now become scarecrow... I console myself that all men in the end are playthings of the gods
22:24 minotaur21560: Like tracks of tears, rivulets of dried blood trace their way downward from the skulls that bite at my chest now denuded of its woolly pride....
23:39 Bjarg_the_Demigod: *noticing the rivulets of dried blood, Bjarg reaches up to tighten the skull clamps on the General's nips ... until fresh blood oozes out from the jaws of the skulls.
22:24 minotaur21560: My eyes squeeze closed against the pain, and I strain hopelessly against the bonds that hold my arms behind me
05:48 Garras: There are many eyes in the forest. A weight that filters down from moonlit canopies as grim chill stubbornly flickers across windchipped flesh. To sit with pain, to suffer under the care of guard, time becomes as thin a trickle as the embers of waning heat in the blood. And yet. There is a fresh wave of sensation as a beastial gruff rumbles through the thicket, of wet snuffing snout and the thump thunder of heavy steps. And the all too sudden loud scrape of bark being torn behind the General as a bear looms its head aside, its dark brown oak gleaming in the dark shadow as a thick guttural chuckle roils out of the forest shapers unspooling lips. "You've lost your cord, haven't you manling?" The ursine baritone thick as coagulated syrup as thick ebon furred fingers slide up along forearms to teasingly prick the knots that bind the denuded human, alone now, in the darkness. Illuminated only by strands of illicit moonlight. "Do you even have anything to say for yourself, hyoomin?"
22:24 minotaur21560: I feel the eyes of the forest, and I know this familiar shadow, looming darkness that haunts its depths and scales the heights of its treetops. In this realm that belongs more properly to beasts, I was once a man. Now I am an offering to the trees, to the leaves, to the beasts, that they may be sustained. I am their food, my pain is their wine.
05:48 Garras: "...Nothing to say." The lilt in the beast's voice roiling with a sudden decisive slice of claws that drop the human's arms before a palm presses in and shoves him to the ground, the cold packed earth sharp on illsuited limbs. And behind, the bristles of musked fur scald against flesh, gelid and goosefleshed. Heat and weight compounded again and again as the unmistakeable weight of the beasts cock wetly grinds against the small of the back.. arms encircling waist and grinding their dire clamp in, claws pricking flesh as primal muscle seizes its prey, hot breath and guttural snarl spilling drool on the ground, reeking of the smell of death.. as hips adjust, slicking inherent maleness above a creature with none.. looming heat to press against direly inadequate passage.
22:24 minotaur21560: I am prey... my mouth opens wide as I struggle to accommodate the assault from behind. My chest thrusts forward when the claws clutch round my bound arms, and then the beast's paws maneuvering my waist as if instead of a solid general I am light as a bundle of sticks, a figure of straw, ragdoll...This is the necessary outcome. This is what I am prepared for. This is why my absent manhood has been replaced by mockery of sticks and a pillow stuffed with human hair that once held my arsenal of seed.
23:39 Bjarg_the_Demigod: *turns to see the Beast enjoying its maleness with a creature that has none.
23:39 Bjarg_the_Demigod: *nods to Gruff his Guardsman. "Looks like the Bear has responded to the call."
22:37 Gruff_the_Wild_One: *Stands right beside Bjarg, in nothing but a loincloth, arms crossed as he watches all of it go down.*
22:37 Gruff_the_Wild_One: That he has.
23:39 Bjarg_the_Demigod: *glances down at Gruff's loincloth. "You might be overdressed for the occasion."
22:37 Gruff_the_Wild_One: You think so? Mind lending a hand? *Turns to Bjarg and aims the front of the loincloth in his direction.*
04:55 Garras: It's been a while since the forest has been up and going as well. Circular seasons abound.
05:19 Bjarg_the_Demigod: The Forest sleeps during the Winter ... much like many Bears.
05:30 Bjarg_the_Demigod: But Winter is only days away from being over....
05:44 Garras: There is no escaping the lunge that spears the manling's hole. Sharp and vehement, there, like a sacrificial knife for bloodletting, the carve of the bear's cock drives itself deep into the human's skein. An arm clamped to the stomach, guts crushed to spine, only to be run through by that obsidian spear.. the beast ruts.. the beast routs.. impaling that which once was male with ravenous fervor.. carnal power overwhelming. The force of those thrusts send the general's arms to useless spasm.. the general's helmet ground into the dirt, the creak of metal masking his cries. A flash of fangs soon emerges from the bear's maw, drool slicking ivory, crystalline in the moonlight and then there is a plunging bite, piercing the shoulder as the beast floods the general with visceral vitality, seed leaking from the manling's hole as it spasms around the onyx bar of the bear's judgment... Only to be left vacant as the beast unhilts himself, the curve of his iron slopping free with a loud plop.
05:48 Garras: Standing now, turgid cock still hard and throbbing, the beast turns to look at Bjarg, his heavy form still heaving, fangs above and below dripping as that dark brown oak lingers for a moment before offering the shadow of a smirk.. and then turning to the tree that the general had been strapped to.. the beast squaring his sweat dripped shoulders for a moment and snarling softly as he relieves himself, eyes shut and brows creased.
05:54 Bjarg_the_Demigod: *his mouth open in awe at the ferocity of the attack on the General. Bjarg had seen the Bear in action before, and had heard other accounts of his prowess.
22:18 Bjarg_the_Demigod: *leans in and unfastens Gruff's loincloth. "It's only appropriate that you be naked for what is to come."
22:19 minotaur21560: The General keeps his head bowed. He is the scapegoat, the scarecrow, having been appropriately violated by all comers.
22:22 Bjarg_the_Demigod: *next unfastens his own loincloth and places them together on the ground.
22:23 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "You have suffered enough my General. It's time to fix that."
22:24 minotaur21560: I hear the voice of the Lord of Leaves. All that I have done is in his service and the service of the woods. Still I know that neither of them subscribes to the morality of mortal men, yet I will hope that my gift may still have meaning.
22:25 minotaur21560: The offering having been made, now I await my fate.
22:28 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "Observe closely, Gruff, but don't stand too close."
22:31 Bjarg_the_Demigod: *walks over to the General who still has his head bowed. "Your sacrifice has been great as befits a General of your stature. It has already had an effect on the Forest. As Spring approaches your gifts will continue to provide sustenance, nourishing new life.
22:32 Bjarg_the_Demigod: * looks down at the bulging hairsack and twisted twig
22:33 minotaur21560: I hear these words. I follow the Leaf Lord's glance and look down at my shame.
22:37 Gruff_the_Wild_One: *Stand there naked, observing all that is going on. At a distance of course, amber hues eyeing both the General and Bjarg.*
22:55 Bjarg_the_Demigod: * leans in and unfastens the hairsack that hangs between the General's legs, then removes the twisted twig that had taken the place of the General's cock.
22:56 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "You won't be needing these any longer, General. Thank you for your service."
22:57 minotaur21560: I look down, my face falls... like the classical mask of tragedy... A noble warrior who has been overturned after his long service... now to be discarded.... I look up at the Leaf Lord with a certain agony
22:58 Bjarg_the_Demigod: *pulls his knife from it's sheath on his ankle.
23:00 minotaur21560: I see the naked god, armed, violent, and his eyes glow with the savagery that belongs specifically to deities.... I am the bull again, the offering... I ready myself...
23:03 Bjarg_the_Demigod: *raises his arm, the blade in his hand pointing towards the sky. A green glow emanates from his hand and surrounds the blade.
23:04 minotaur21560: I prepare for the final sacrifice, to give my broken life to the woods....
22:35 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "But my General needs to be restored to his previous state, perhaps even with more manhood, if he is to be successful in the coming year."
22:38 minotaur21560: I take a deep breath, hearing the possibility that I may be remade, that I may yet serve, lead forces to protect the forest. My hope begins to grow.
23:12 Bjarg_the_Demigod: *lowers his arm, points the glowing blade at the General's loins and recites a few unintelligible words. Slowly a new sack begins to form between the General's legs.
23:15 Bjarg_the_Demigod: *it continues to grow until it's a quite impressive pair of balls hanging heavy and low ... much larger than what had belonged to the General previously.
23:15 minotaur21560: I widen my stance, accepting the god's gift, my face solemn...
23:17 Bjarg_the_Demigod: *satisfied with the outcome, Bjarg recites a few more words and a small bump appears where the General's cock used to be.
23:18 minotaur21560: I look down, mouth open in shock from the sensation of growth.
23:20 Bjarg_the_Demigod: *It too continues to grow in length and circumference until it is long and thick with prominent veins and a large helmet head.
23:22 minotaur21560: I jut out my chest... my pride renewed.
23:23 minotaur21560: I bow my head and put an arm across my chest, ready to serve my lord the leaf warden.
23:23 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "Not quite so fast, General. There is one more thing to replace.
23:25 minotaur21560: I stop, nervous again in the presence of a changeable deity
23:25 Bjarg_the_Demigod: * reaches down into the pocket of his loincloth on the ground and withdraws three long red cords.
23:30 minotaur21560: Once more I widen my stance for the investiture.
23:33 Bjarg_the_Demigod: }"Receive these cords to denote your rank, General."
23:34 minotaur21560: I inhale quickly as the cords draw closed, tightening, spreading...
23:37 Bjarg_the_Demigod: *bends down and ties first one cord, then the second, and finally the third so that they are wound tightly around the new bull balls ..separating them so that they are even more prominent for their large size. There, you are now complete."
23:37 minotaur21560: "I stand ready to serve the woods again." I finally salute the Leaf Lord with deep feeling
23:39 Bjarg_the_Demigod: "One more thing, General. There will be a few more things you can do for us at the celebration of the Vernal Equinox. Be ready."
23:39 minotaur21560: I nod, accepting my commission. "I will serve to the furthest extent of my strength."

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