Memories and farewells.

[Dranix/Straxin]

Night had just fallen upon the grove, the sounds of birds and many
other woodland beings settling down for the night could be heard all
around him. The roar of a hunting cat off in the distance sent a
group of startled deer running right through the grove, but the druid
barely noticed any of it, too caught up in his thoughts of recent
events. Fingering a single rose, he looked up to the sky with a tear
running down his cheek. Letting out a slight sigh as he rose, he
walked over to the center of the grove.

Kneeling in the middle of the grove he dug a tiny hole in the ground
and placed a single petal of the rose inside. As he filled in the
hole he muttered something under his breath and a stray beam of
moonlight descended upon the clearing. Stepping back with a grim
look on his face, a ball of jade fire danced in the palm of his hand.
He glanced up to the sky and nodded. Uttering words of a long
forgotten language, he hurled the fire at the freshly burried petal.

As the flames died down he waited patiently for the magic to take
hold. A slight tremor told him that it had begun, he stepped back
and watched the coming spectacle with a joyful look on his face.

The grove began to shake violently. Birds that had been sleeping
nearby had taken flight from the sudden clamor. A vine shot from the
ground at astonishing speed, wreathed in jade flame it began to spin
and weave itself into an incomprehensible pattern. Rose buds began
to pop up everywhere along the vine, blooming in a multitude of
colors as the minutes passed on the pattern finally started to take
shape.

With a smile of satisfaction the druid walked out of the grove with a
slight spring in his step. "All I have left is my memories." he said.
Looking back one last time he added under his breath, "Fly on my
love, you will never be forgotten."

High above him in one of the treetops, a small cat looked down at the
grove and what the druid had done. The flames died down and in the
center of the grove stood two rose bushes, one in the shape of a
soaring eagle and the other in the shape of a raven just taking to
flight. In the beak of each bird a single long stemmed red rose could
be seen.


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Dranix Darkthorne, Druid of the High Circle and chosen of Silvanus

[Deshana]

The small feline turned to vanish once more into mist. "May three find thine Aerie, brother.. lest the winds drive thee farther from home..."

Shifting form, the slender elven maiden left a token on her own in the trees of the grove. Stooping, she leans a double wreath of wild rose vines, their thorny stems twisted to form a vaugly figure eight shape, left leaning on its side, against a tree.. Infinity.


----Brightstar

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Cold Fire Frozen Spirit
IcePhoenix.

Thanuk group-says 'btw u all get to tell everyone u popped my cherry now:)'

[Ashiwi]

You two write really well together.

[Kifle]

They both lack a key element to a good story though....kifle cameo!

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Fotex group-says 'Behold! penis!'