Cerin is stalking through the jungle around Rathess, on the trail of a Tyrant Lizard. This particular specimin is slightly wyld twisted, covered in scales that shimmer with pearlesant light, and with claws of pure wood. He plans to kill it leaving the skin intact, and then summon one of Grala's hounds to carry his request for an audience. the hunt and the skin will be his gift.
From one side, he hears the unique sounds of this beast's footfalls -- from a distance away.
As Cerin draws closer, he catches a glance of the beast, tearing angrily at the corpse of a large herbivorous beast.
The beast continues eating, unaware of Cerin's motion.
Cerin's arrow flies true, striking directly as aimed. The arrow plunges directly into the beast's heart, stopping it instantly. Without even crying out, the great lizard drops to the ground.
After some time, a spiritual hound wanders in -- stronger, more perfect than any real beast -- and begins to sniff the carcass of Cerin's newly acquired trophy. After a few moments, satisfied that it was slain in the proper fashion, it turns to Cerin with an inquisitive look.
<Cerin> "Greetings Hound of Grala, I am Cerin the Wolf, Hunter of the Empty Forest, I would speak with your mistress, if she would allow me some of her time. This pelt I give as a gift to her"
The hound examines the skin of the beast for a moment, then grabs it in its mouth. It turns to leave and fades away, bearing the great skin with it.
After half an hour, Cerin hears the faint sounds that signal Grala's arrival. To one side, a woman walks out of the jungle -- thin, with long raven hair and a cloak of black and gold feathers. She is a supremely beautiful woman; the only unusual feature she bears is the massive, cruel talons which hang where her hands might otherwise be. "You have called me, Hunter-Wolf."
The cruel-faced goddess nods at Cerin. "I know many things. Your offering is most impressive; what do you wish to learn of?"
<Cerin> "First may I ask, do you know any flower gods...one who's symbol is an infinately blooming lotus, for I have encountered his servent on many occasions"
<Grala> "Do you speak of Unfolding Petal, the God of the Fire Lilies?"
<Cerin> "I know not his name, but the flowers of his servent are flame-red lilies, so I think I might be speaking of him, yes"
<Grala> "I know of him."
<Cerin> "What can you tell me of him?"
<Grala> "He is a capricious god, as any knowledge of his blossoms would tell you. He is mercurial and often difficult to deal with."
<Grala> "He has two close associates: Ten-Beasts-Rising and Kasima the Knife."
<Cerin> "Do they have sigils or signs assosciated with their agents, like Unfolding Petals blooming lily?"
<Grala> "The mark of the fang-filled mouth and the sign of the dagger." She looks at Cerin for a moment.
She turns to disappear, but before she does: "Do not investigate too deeply into this. I find your hunts too pleasant for that."
With a rush of wings, Grala turns her feathery cloak through the air, and is gone.
Tags: (:tags Grala, Unfolding petal, Ten-Beasts-Rising, Kasima, Gods:)