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<blockquote data-quote="Kinger" data-source="post: 2229081" data-attributes="member: 31885"><p>OOC: I had a great reply all written up last night, but wouldnchaknowit, before I could post it, the forum ate it, or IE ate it, or something, so now it's gone. Bugger. Oh well, starting anew...</p><p>********</p><p> </p><p>Bison-Run-Thunderous blinked in stunned surprise behind his fur mask, then split his face in an amused, tooth-baring grin. "You know mon," he says, accent unplaceable and occasionally incomprehensible, "If you had said 'mah tribe kicked me out,' dat woulda been enough. Dat was my plan." The druid pauses to scratch the back of his neck with the long, thick fingernails of one hand. "But, since you didn't, I be tinkan I'll return da gesture."</p><p> </p><p>The half-orc gathered his thoughts for a moment. It wasn't often he related personal history to anyone. Animals didn't care, even when they could understand, and these were the first intelligent creatures he'd run across for a long time. The last ones were content to attack without provocation, too.</p><p> </p><p>"Mah tribe lived out in da Wilderness. Mah fawda was a strong orc, a good provida. Mah mudda was orckin, like us, but dat weren't held against us. If we could survive and contribute to da tribe, dat was enough. Problem was, mon, I was da runt of my generation, and somewhat of a disappointment to mah stronger fawda, bruddas, and sistas."</p><p> </p><p>The "runt" flashes a brief, tusked grin to Shenk, attempting to hide the ever-so-slightly pained expression beneath his mask. Bison was still a very tall and wide half-orc, but it is obvious to Shenk that, through the layers of hide and pelt, the druid is not nearly as muscular as he. He also seemed occasionally clumsy.</p><p> </p><p>"'Disappointment,' bah!" he continues. "Da only one who didn't see me as such was da old druid who lived in our territory, Storm-Shrouded-By-Night. But, I had only met him once, and tought he was a bit crazy, if you catch mah drift." He grins again, now taking on a particularly self-satisfied tone. "When da famines came, and da pestilence came, dat, mon, was when da truly strong were revealed. My bruddas, sistas, and fawda withered and died, while I lived on. I endured. I survived." He smacks himself in the chest with his shield arm with satisfied finality. "And because of dat, I was resented by da rest of my tribe. 'Da runt lives on.' Bah! Dey ran me off. Dey didn't want me around, reminding dem dat deir fawdas, bruddas, and children were weaker dan da runt."</p><p> </p><p>The druid sighs. "I wandered alone for da winter, den da spring, summer, and autumn. I learned how terrible solitude can be. It can drive one crazy, mon, just like dat druid. And, by lucky chance, dat be just who I ran into again."</p><p> </p><p>He smiles. "I be tinkan we were both sick of being alone. Storm-Shrouded-By-Night taught be about da world, tings I'd never dreamed of. He taught me about da Eart-Mudda, and how we are all how children. He taught me about da Sun-Fawda, Moon-Brudda, and Star-Sistas. He taught me how reverence for da Great Family can make one dat much stronga. He taught me dat wit da Great Family, I be never truly alone in da wilds. Most importantly, witout mentionan it at all, he taught me how being part of a tribe, a pack, a herd, can drive away da depression, da craze, and leave happiness and satisfaction in its wake.</p><p> </p><p>"Don't dat be right?" the druid says to the shaggy bison trundling beside him, patting the beast's flank.</p><p> </p><p>The bison snorts, not really understanding what is said, but responding to the affection in kind regardless.</p><p> </p><p>"Now," continues Bison to Shenk, "I am a druid like Storm-Shrouded-By-Night. I be among da Eart-Mudda's enlightened children, and favoured of da Great Family. I have cast aside mah old name to take up mah own, true name, in reverence for dat which truly humbles me, like mah mentor before me, and his before him.</p><p> </p><p>"And now," he says, grinning again and looking suddenly very bestial with his tusks and furs, "My herd may be growan, if you be down wit dat."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Kinger, post: 2229081, member: 31885"] OOC: I had a great reply all written up last night, but wouldnchaknowit, before I could post it, the forum ate it, or IE ate it, or something, so now it's gone. Bugger. Oh well, starting anew... ******** Bison-Run-Thunderous blinked in stunned surprise behind his fur mask, then split his face in an amused, tooth-baring grin. "You know mon," he says, accent unplaceable and occasionally incomprehensible, "If you had said 'mah tribe kicked me out,' dat woulda been enough. Dat was my plan." The druid pauses to scratch the back of his neck with the long, thick fingernails of one hand. "But, since you didn't, I be tinkan I'll return da gesture." The half-orc gathered his thoughts for a moment. It wasn't often he related personal history to anyone. Animals didn't care, even when they could understand, and these were the first intelligent creatures he'd run across for a long time. The last ones were content to attack without provocation, too. "Mah tribe lived out in da Wilderness. Mah fawda was a strong orc, a good provida. Mah mudda was orckin, like us, but dat weren't held against us. If we could survive and contribute to da tribe, dat was enough. Problem was, mon, I was da runt of my generation, and somewhat of a disappointment to mah stronger fawda, bruddas, and sistas." The "runt" flashes a brief, tusked grin to Shenk, attempting to hide the ever-so-slightly pained expression beneath his mask. Bison was still a very tall and wide half-orc, but it is obvious to Shenk that, through the layers of hide and pelt, the druid is not nearly as muscular as he. He also seemed occasionally clumsy. "'Disappointment,' bah!" he continues. "Da only one who didn't see me as such was da old druid who lived in our territory, Storm-Shrouded-By-Night. But, I had only met him once, and tought he was a bit crazy, if you catch mah drift." He grins again, now taking on a particularly self-satisfied tone. "When da famines came, and da pestilence came, dat, mon, was when da truly strong were revealed. My bruddas, sistas, and fawda withered and died, while I lived on. I endured. I survived." He smacks himself in the chest with his shield arm with satisfied finality. "And because of dat, I was resented by da rest of my tribe. 'Da runt lives on.' Bah! Dey ran me off. Dey didn't want me around, reminding dem dat deir fawdas, bruddas, and children were weaker dan da runt." The druid sighs. "I wandered alone for da winter, den da spring, summer, and autumn. I learned how terrible solitude can be. It can drive one crazy, mon, just like dat druid. And, by lucky chance, dat be just who I ran into again." He smiles. "I be tinkan we were both sick of being alone. Storm-Shrouded-By-Night taught be about da world, tings I'd never dreamed of. He taught me about da Eart-Mudda, and how we are all how children. He taught me about da Sun-Fawda, Moon-Brudda, and Star-Sistas. He taught me how reverence for da Great Family can make one dat much stronga. He taught me dat wit da Great Family, I be never truly alone in da wilds. Most importantly, witout mentionan it at all, he taught me how being part of a tribe, a pack, a herd, can drive away da depression, da craze, and leave happiness and satisfaction in its wake. "Don't dat be right?" the druid says to the shaggy bison trundling beside him, patting the beast's flank. The bison snorts, not really understanding what is said, but responding to the affection in kind regardless. "Now," continues Bison to Shenk, "I am a druid like Storm-Shrouded-By-Night. I be among da Eart-Mudda's enlightened children, and favoured of da Great Family. I have cast aside mah old name to take up mah own, true name, in reverence for dat which truly humbles me, like mah mentor before me, and his before him. "And now," he says, grinning again and looking suddenly very bestial with his tusks and furs, "My herd may be growan, if you be down wit dat." [/QUOTE]
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