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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Serpenteye" data-source="post: 1358259" data-attributes="member: 1492">The night after his public appearance at the river Asveh moves trough the dreamscape of his tribe again, watching the dreams of his people for signs of their attitude towards him. He had experienced rebellion for the first time, and he was determined not to let it happen again. It had been easily crushed, true, but it would be far better for everyone if it could be prevented in the future. He probes deep into the minds of his people, secretly learning their secrets. The effects of their ceremony of thanks had tought him something very important, had finally confirmed an earlier suspicion. The fates of himself and the tribe were linked, and neither could prosper without the other. Later that night he appears within the simple minds of the remaining members of the wolf-pack he decimated. He fills their minds with the realisation of the death of their hunters and the understanding of the terrible fate that awaits themselves. All who remained amongst them were those either too old or too young to hunt, and left by themselves they would starve. Other packs would move into their territory and they would kill every one who remained alive. That was the way of nature. Other images/sounds/smells pour into their minds. Cubs playing with halfling children. Toothless old wolves being fed rabbit and venison by a halfling man. Smells that speak of unity with the strange little bipeds, of community, of pack. Halflings riding wolves, wielding cunning and weapons to aid in the hunt. Both halflings and wolves enjoying the fruit of their labour. A sense of contentment, of the joy in supplication.The second part of the dream returns night after night to the starving beasts. A mirrored reflection is sent to the halflings, accompanied by an impression of imminence.</blockquote>

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