All I ever knew was the meadow, that is until:
On the meadow there is no real need for speech. My family taught me to survive by watching and observing. Try it sometime I believe you will be amazed. The eyes and the body silently speak a thousand words. What I knew of language I learned from the travelers who were clever enough to leave their weapons at the tree line. I am the learner with forever having questions needing to be asked just spinning in my head. Thus making rather inquistive as well as curious so please, be patient with me.
Never far from sight of my family even when I thought I was, I wasn't they all saw to that. I could always be found beneath my friend the old elm tree when the sun was falling and the moon rising. Not far from the waterfalls I was never late to greet my eldest and best friend she was always there for me. She knows me clearly, always hears me and she guides me.
The serenity of the meadows leaves me both quiet and shy amongst others. Though I am very friendly my friendship is not given lightly. Read that last sentence again.
Heaven you might call it or so I have been told. Though home to me, when I sit quietly remembering the meadow a smile finds me recalling visions. The mountains cascading the horizon. Falling asleep listening to the waterfalls and finding it's cool mist during the arid season.
Maturing I realized the tree line was just that. Asking myself what else is out there? Being the only one of my kind on the meadow when coming across the travelers it was clear there was a world out there and I wasn't apart of it. This tore at me. Little by little and further and further I crepted step by careful step. Encouraged knowing the family was there, out of sight but they were there I felt them watching over me. Eve after eve in and out of the taverns normally unnoticed I returned home to tthe unconditional love of my family. Warmed by their fur and comforted as they purred I kept dreaming of the world out there and yearned to fit in and become apart of it all.
Then it happened. One eve I answered an odd silent calling form within. There I was faced with Him. Returning eve after eve to the garden of tears for moon after moon. He always greeted me and in time with opened arms. Sensisng something within Him it just drew me back, there was a "knowing", awakened in me. I knew Him. O/our souls knew each other.
When souls know each other there is nothing existing that can seperate those souls, "nothing".
One eve while settling in the silence gazing to O/our eldest and best friend, in His safe embrace, I turned my head to look to Him, the tip of my nose resting at His throat. I wish I could find the words to help you understand that moment in time. There is was, that thumping, it echoed inside me and between U/us. Closing my eyes gently "it" rose inside, a needing, a hunger the energy. His eyes fell to mine, the door open, i "knew", ribs tight, jaws tense, ivories hungering, i fit and I was home.
To this day I enjoy returning to visit my family. I'm lucky this way for I have two families and two homes where I'm loved.
My dear sister Satin is my heart and my strength. The Bloodshroud Tavern is our home.
Open to A/all respect is maintained and judgement left outside the door. It is recommended that you make every effort not to cross her.
Let's do this, come on by introduce yourself let us shake hands and work to find friendship, the address is Bloodshroud Tavern.
I am Bloodshroud dream, my Sire is Bloodshoud Mist, my Grandfather is Lordshroud and my Family welcomes all those who are respectful in O/our home.
However, I will leave you with this "Never Judge A Book By It's Cover"...
