Rewind- part 2 (Caramon)
Caramon carefully recited the recipe for the healing draught to the newest gathering of initiates in attendance at Tar’na’Nog, Skara Brae’s center of teaching. As he serpentined his way through the sitting boys and girls, in an attempt to keep their attention, reciting ingredient after ingredient the first of the screams reached the delicate ears of Thorne, his fairy companion.
“We are attacked, Caramon.” She said as the first scream loud enough reached his ears. Being of a warrior race his first instinct was to fight when roused. Sprinting in the direction of the summer fields, from where the screams had sounded, Caramon dropped his priestly staff knowing the time for sagely advice was not at hand, he instead drew the double sabers he carried strapped to scabbards across his chest. Thorne climbed atop his left ear and grasped his hair, knowing the ride would get rougher before it ended. Clearing the last copse of trees he beheld the sight of dozens of his people running in all directions some bloodied some not, while at the same time dark, furry shapes darted from human to human.
“Lycans.” he hissed tracking an intercepting course for the nearest, oblivious of the fact that Caramon had his sites on it, just as its sights were set on a young female.
Without warning the lycan, in wolf form, was struck by what could only be called a force of nature. Jumping astride the creature the shaman/warrior sliced at the beast hoping to distract it from its intended target. When finally he had the beasts attention Caramon deftly leveled both sabers beneath the great creatures throat and with force enough to fell a tree drew both simultaneously up and out severing the head completely from the torso. As the beast skidded to a halt, the smell of seared flesh filling his nostrils, Caramon stood looking for his next target. Thorne smiled thinly at the display of unbridled ferocity that would make even the staunchest minotaur proud.
Before fully gathering his wits Caramon was in turn struck by what felt like a mountain of muscle. Instincts taking hold he continued to roll until the great weight lessened and he allowed his momentum to take him one roll further, popping up into a defensive crouch facing the direction from which he had just rolled both sabers held before him incanting the beginnings of a ‘glamour’ in his head.
Intently watching was the creature that had jumped him. His features melting from that of it’s lupine form into that of its transition from, Fremtis watched his victim. What he did not see concerned him greatly, for this human neither looked nor smelled afraid. Slowly circling his prey the creature towered a good two feet over his stout six foot plus target. Caramon also circled, trying to maintain a two stride distance between he and the Frem wehyr alpha.
Suddenly Fremtis leapt, the two stride distance dissolving in the blink of an eye. Simultaneously, by providence, Carmon loosed his ‘glamour’.
”Stop.” He ordered. A normal human would have frozen in mid movement its muscles unable to respond. The lycan on the other hand, not being mortal, slowed only minutely. The opening was enough for the fighting shaman. Taking a step toward the beast, crouching and leveling both sabers Caroman braced for impact. His momentum toward his attacker combined with that generated by his attackers movement toward his position sure to culminate in a bone breaking collision. Instead what happened was that Throne loosed the ‘glamour’ she had been preparing since the rippling of the first scream. Twin beams of ebony energy arced from Caramons blades intersecting with the form of the great lycan. The mist of flesh and body fluids that soaked Caramon replaced his anticipated collision rather then the expected body.
Opening his eyes, Caramon stood and wiped at the ichor dripping down his lips and threatening to obscure his vision, a misty red haze settling lazily toward mother earth.
“Thanks.” he voiced as he ran picking up speed in search of his next target.
“There Caramon, Vercenge.” Thorne exclaimed directing her mounts attention toward his own son’s plight.
“NOOOO” he screamed knowing that it would be nearly impossible for him to intercept the lycan pursuing his son in transition form, both were running away from Caramon towards the opposite tree line.
“Ceenggeee.” Caramon yelled his legs pumping toward his target. Just as the boy disappeared into the tree line the lycan stopped and looked directly at Caramon, who was still running as if to make his heart burst. The black furred creature with a gray stripe across his eye’s smiled and leapt into the woods in pursuit of his prey. Caramon grayed out with that image burned into his memory.
“Vercenge.” Caramon screamed clutching for the twin sabers he knew to be resting in their scabbards across his chest.”
“Love, stop. You’re ok.” Rhiannon yelled back throwing herself across her beloved’s body in a reflexive effort to prevent him from harming himself in his confusion. “Vercenge is gone, we will find him.” She said grasping either side of Caramons head and holding him so that all he could see was the depthless love that radiated from her hazel eyes. Caramon started sobbing, his wife/chieftess joined with his sorrow, the two lovers/parents sharing their grief together.
“We are attacked, Caramon.” She said as the first scream loud enough reached his ears. Being of a warrior race his first instinct was to fight when roused. Sprinting in the direction of the summer fields, from where the screams had sounded, Caramon dropped his priestly staff knowing the time for sagely advice was not at hand, he instead drew the double sabers he carried strapped to scabbards across his chest. Thorne climbed atop his left ear and grasped his hair, knowing the ride would get rougher before it ended. Clearing the last copse of trees he beheld the sight of dozens of his people running in all directions some bloodied some not, while at the same time dark, furry shapes darted from human to human.
“Lycans.” he hissed tracking an intercepting course for the nearest, oblivious of the fact that Caramon had his sites on it, just as its sights were set on a young female.
Without warning the lycan, in wolf form, was struck by what could only be called a force of nature. Jumping astride the creature the shaman/warrior sliced at the beast hoping to distract it from its intended target. When finally he had the beasts attention Caramon deftly leveled both sabers beneath the great creatures throat and with force enough to fell a tree drew both simultaneously up and out severing the head completely from the torso. As the beast skidded to a halt, the smell of seared flesh filling his nostrils, Caramon stood looking for his next target. Thorne smiled thinly at the display of unbridled ferocity that would make even the staunchest minotaur proud.
Before fully gathering his wits Caramon was in turn struck by what felt like a mountain of muscle. Instincts taking hold he continued to roll until the great weight lessened and he allowed his momentum to take him one roll further, popping up into a defensive crouch facing the direction from which he had just rolled both sabers held before him incanting the beginnings of a ‘glamour’ in his head.
Intently watching was the creature that had jumped him. His features melting from that of it’s lupine form into that of its transition from, Fremtis watched his victim. What he did not see concerned him greatly, for this human neither looked nor smelled afraid. Slowly circling his prey the creature towered a good two feet over his stout six foot plus target. Caramon also circled, trying to maintain a two stride distance between he and the Frem wehyr alpha.
Suddenly Fremtis leapt, the two stride distance dissolving in the blink of an eye. Simultaneously, by providence, Carmon loosed his ‘glamour’.
”Stop.” He ordered. A normal human would have frozen in mid movement its muscles unable to respond. The lycan on the other hand, not being mortal, slowed only minutely. The opening was enough for the fighting shaman. Taking a step toward the beast, crouching and leveling both sabers Caroman braced for impact. His momentum toward his attacker combined with that generated by his attackers movement toward his position sure to culminate in a bone breaking collision. Instead what happened was that Throne loosed the ‘glamour’ she had been preparing since the rippling of the first scream. Twin beams of ebony energy arced from Caramons blades intersecting with the form of the great lycan. The mist of flesh and body fluids that soaked Caramon replaced his anticipated collision rather then the expected body.
Opening his eyes, Caramon stood and wiped at the ichor dripping down his lips and threatening to obscure his vision, a misty red haze settling lazily toward mother earth.
“Thanks.” he voiced as he ran picking up speed in search of his next target.
“There Caramon, Vercenge.” Thorne exclaimed directing her mounts attention toward his own son’s plight.
“NOOOO” he screamed knowing that it would be nearly impossible for him to intercept the lycan pursuing his son in transition form, both were running away from Caramon towards the opposite tree line.
“Ceenggeee.” Caramon yelled his legs pumping toward his target. Just as the boy disappeared into the tree line the lycan stopped and looked directly at Caramon, who was still running as if to make his heart burst. The black furred creature with a gray stripe across his eye’s smiled and leapt into the woods in pursuit of his prey. Caramon grayed out with that image burned into his memory.
“Vercenge.” Caramon screamed clutching for the twin sabers he knew to be resting in their scabbards across his chest.”
“Love, stop. You’re ok.” Rhiannon yelled back throwing herself across her beloved’s body in a reflexive effort to prevent him from harming himself in his confusion. “Vercenge is gone, we will find him.” She said grasping either side of Caramons head and holding him so that all he could see was the depthless love that radiated from her hazel eyes. Caramon started sobbing, his wife/chieftess joined with his sorrow, the two lovers/parents sharing their grief together.
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