Kin Name: Tripping Moonbeams Wild
Preference List: blue boy, purple boy, purple girl
Constellation Story:
As the night darkens, one of the younger bucks steps into the circle to tell a tale of his own. His expression is serious, but his eyes glitter with good humor as he looks out among his brethren.
"Good evening. Tonight I will tell you the tale of the sky fish, which plays among the clouds and stars." He clears his throat softly, and then begins his story.
"No one knows how the sky fish came to be, though some suspect it was drawn in by the bounty of the MotherFather's fleas - for what fish could resist, after all? Whatever the case, the fish was born, and into the skies it swam, jumping between clouds, gliding between the vast swathes of darkness in the night sky - as effortlessly as any fish might do in water.
Well, one day, a particularly savvy kin who was known by all to be the best Fisher around, saw the sky fish playing among the clouds. Its glittering, rainbow-colored, scales shone brightly enough that it seemed to even put the stars to shame at times. 'Surely' thought the Fisher to himself, 'if I were to catch such a magnificent fish, then no one in all the land could ever contest that I am the greatest Fisher of all.' And so, the Fisher set out, making traps of finely woven reeds and spider's silk. So great was the task, and so fine were his traps, that it took him the better part of a year. Yet, finally, when the work was complete, and the traps laid out, the Fisher waited."
The buck tilts his head, eyeing the crowd, and then drops his voice.
"Yet, the days went by, and still the sky fish swam among the clouds and stars, scales flashing bright, as if mocking the Fisher for his efforts. Still, the Fisher did not give up until, many days later, he was woken from his doze by a great crash. He jumped up and ran toward the sound, and there he found the sky fish - even larger in person than he ever could have imagined! It struggled, and thrashed in the net of the Fisher, who jumped up in joy. 'I've done it!' he shouted. All around who had heard the commotion soon also came running, and stood in amazement at the sight of the sky fish caught in the net.
'Well,' they said, 'surely there's no disputing who is the best fisher of all now!' and the Fisher laughed, triumphant.
However, as they stood around congratulating the Fisher, the sky fish began to gasp, its scales turning dull and grey, and the sky overhead began to thicken with angry looking clouds. Nervously, the gathered kin began to back away, and as the storm picked up in earnest, many fled for shelter. Now the sky fish did not look so great. It was clear that it was ill, and before the Fisher's eyes its beauty and greatness seemed to dwindle. Seeing this, the Fisher felt a great sorrow in his heart.
'Oh - what have I done?' he cried to himself, for the Fisher realized that though the sky fish was indeed the catch of a lifetime, he would be far sorrier to be the cause of such a magnificent creature's death than to see it wild and free once more. So, quickly he began to unravel the netting in which the sky fish was caught.
At first, even when freed, the great fish did not move, and the Fisher despaired that it might be too late. But, as the tears from the buck fell to the body of the great creature, it wiggled, then heaved, giving a mighty gasp before jumping up and into the sky. The storm abated, and in the clearing gloom, the sky fish's scales flashed a brilliant rainbow, before it disappeared once more."
The buck smiles, and then points up into the sky, tracing the stars out in the shape of a fish.
"There he is now, in the sky."
My tongue is filled with starlight…
Kin Name: Fated to the Stars
Preference List: blue boy, purple boy, purple girl
Constellation Story:
A sleek young buck steps forward, his eyes bright, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. His voice, when he speaks, seems to be made for storytelling. Smooth and clear, his words carry to all gathered, though he does not speak loudly - forcing those in attendance to listen closely to his tale.
"Once, long ago, when the world was still nothing but darkness, there lived within the heart of the earth a living thing of bright light. However, none knew of this magnificent creature, for it slumbered deep within its cocoon, waiting until just the right moment to awaken. For many ages, such a time did not come to pass, and the creature slumbered on, dreaming of a time where it might share its light with someone else. Then, one day, something in the darkness stirred."
The buck pauses and looks around, before exclaiming with a stamp of his hoof, "Life! Something in the darkness moved, bounding across the sky, and bumped into the earth, jarring it - and woke the sleeping creature. Startled, it stretched suddenly, and the earth cracked open, great bouts of light shining through as it stretched, and stretched, until finally its wings burst through and flew up and out, into the dark. Great glittering scales fell from its wings with every flap, sparkling and streaking through the darkness as it realized, suddenly, that the universe was not so dark after all! Sometime during its long, long, sleep, the sky had been filled with stars, and there among them the MotherFather played."
He smiles, his eyes sparkling as he seems to draw energy from his own tale, the excitement building.
"The creature, a giant moth - indeed, the very first moth of all - flew and twirled in the sky, so great was its joy! More and more glittering scales fell from it's wings, streaking, as meteors, across the sky. Some landed in the great web, caught there as some of the brightest of the stars, but others fell to the earth and from them eventually came the moths as we know them today."
Here he pauses, and points up to the sky, "Sometimes, especially during this time of year, when the night is darkest and longest, you can still make out the shape of the giant moth, frolicking among the stars."
My tongue is filled with starlight…
Kin Name: Moon Warden
Preference List: blue boy, purple boy, purple girl
Constellation Story:
"I'm here to tell the story of a young fox," says one of the youngest kin as they step into the light. "His constellation is a simple one, you can see it there --" they point it out to those listening. "But don't let that fool you. He's a wily one, the fox!"
"The fox is quick and smart, and perhaps one of the most cunning of creatures. If he can make do with tricks and cheats rather than an honest day's work, he will. Besides, it's far more fun to do it that way, or so he says. And so, when it comes time to bring the MotherFather a gift for blessings one evening, the fox decides it would much rather steal his offering among the best and present it himself. As the other creatures gather around, discussing what they've brought, the fox circles from the shadows and makes notes of the best prizes.
What the fox does not realize, however, is that the keen-eyed eagle is well aware of the fox's antics, and the eagle sees all from its high perch in the trees. So, he leaves a trap for the fox. He speaks with the other animals and tells them his plan, and the creatures agree to aid him. They decide they will leave several of their gifts seemingly unattended while, in secret, the eagle keeps watch.
But the fox is cunning, and though he cannot know for sure, he senses something is amiss - and leaves the pile of gifts alone. The eagle is surprised. Surely, he thought the fox would go for the bait, but no matter. He tries again. This time, he says, they must pretend as if someone has dropped their gift along the path - then the fox will surely take the prize as their own and will be caught. The others agree, and the badger pretends at dropping his carefully collected cache of sweet berries, giving a cry to ensure the fox hears him, and then waddles away into the brush.
This time, the fox comes near, but upon seeing the prize he sniffs, disdainful of such a paltry offering, and walks away.
Thwarted once more, the eagle watches as the fox slinks into the shadows once again.
'I shall have to do this myself,' thinks the eagle. It is well known that eagle's feathers are considered highly prized and well worth an offering, and so he contrives to pluck a few of his own and lays a trap with them, pretending at a broken wing, and red juice from the badger's berries as false blood.
Soon enough, the fox approaches, eyes gleaming with wicked cunning. 'Won't you help a fellow animal on the path to honor the MotherFather?' asks the eagle. The fox smiles, showing his sharp teeth.
'Of course, of course, my dear, feathered friend,' says the fox. 'How could I do anything less. Here, let me come close to you so that you may ride upon my back, and we can take your offering to the MotherFather together.'
The eagle hesitates, wondering if perhaps he has done wrong by the fox for thinking him so untrustworthy. 'This will be a test,' he thinks to himself. 'Perhaps the fox is not so bad after all.' So, the eagle agrees, and allows the fox to help him onto his back. However, once there, the eagle realizes he has been tricked, for the fox's fur is covered in sticky sap, which soon sticks to him, clumping his feathers together, and making it impossible for him to fly away. The fox laughs, pleased with himself.
'You are not the only one with keen eyes, Eagle. You should have stayed within your trees, rather than try to play a game of wits with a fox!' and with that, he gobbles up the eagle and takes his fine feathers as an offering to the MotherFather."
The kin looks around at the kin listening to the story and smiles, "And that is how the fox earned its place in the stars. It really was a fine offering of feathers, after all."
Spinning around one another…
Kin Name: Between the Dark and Eternity
A celestial chance…
Username: Owlsomniac
Preference: moon acha, purple acha, kimeti buck
Kin Name: Chase the Moon
Extra tickets: post above this one
You have attracted something through the dark…
Username: Owlsomniac
Roll: 90
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