Wolfmist was in the stables observing the horses, finding any suitable for breeding with the King's horses back in Fenia.
He turns at the sounds of something happing further away and interest peaked to see what was going on.
Standing back, Wolfmist admired the new arrival and the occupants petting the hippogriff. Leaning against the doorway with his hands in his pockets, Wolfmist remained hushed so as not to startle anyone or any of the hippogriffs.
The Birth of a Hippogriff
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Re: The Birth of a Hippogriff
It had been a long time since the last aerial races but it seemed they were to restart again, and in Fenia of all places! Balerion smiles and pets his Titania and looks at the 5 glowing eggs gathered in her nest. You and Oberon have been busy, haven't you? I am sure Puck will enjoy having new brothers and sisters to play with.
Suddenly one egg rolled over. It looked like one was ready to hatch!
Suddenly one egg rolled over. It looked like one was ready to hatch!
Shaker of Castles
Order of the Pillow | Sunspear
Re: The Birth of a Hippogriff
Her arrival near the nest is unexpected. Not just to any standing, waiting around the nest, but to her as well. She'd been resting near a small rivulet, weaving field flowers into a necklace, watching some nearby forest creatures romp and play when suddenly, BAM!!!
Where is she? How did she get here? She sees a fierce looking creature, surely not? A hippogriff? Those are the creatures of myth! Of legend!
As she arrives, an egg rolls toward her. It quivers, shakes... She's sure she hears some humming, a query, a comfort and unease, an anxiety, a.. yes.. fear...
She drops to her knees and puts her hands on the egg, humming a lullaby, thinking soothing thoughts. Somehow, the Life inside the egg seeks her, pierces her subconscious, waking some internal and unknown emotions in her, making her think thoughts of .. unchained freedom, unbridled joy, but first:
The confines are dark, lonely, binding, cramped, hot, lonely solitude. This is NOT how it should be!! There should be LIGHT, and JOY, and FLIGHT, and FREEDOM, and deep, soul companionship. Ahhh.. there.. just.. yes.. there.. something needed, very needed, is just there, out of reach!!!
Moving without thought, she lets her hands fall to the shell... the shell burning hot, and yet no heat, no burning.
Had she given any thought to it, she'd have had to ask herself questions: the ones about how she came to be here, where "here" is, and why is this point and time and her actions just so right. Why would she give no thought to the fiersome mother, or the possible consequences of being in a nest of hatchlings, which these obviously are.
There! There's a break in the shell, she's almost sure of it! She catches a thought, a deep desire for fresh air, and moves her hand, to pierce the thick inner membrane, allowing fresh air in, but not breaking any of the shell.
A need for fresh air overwhelms. Like a wave, or sinking suddenly into an abyss, a dark place. Need.... fresh.... air...
Then, suddenly, fresh air!!! Gulping in fresh air, trying to regain strength to recommence escape!!!
A thought! Soothing. Pictures of freedom, joyous abandon, and yes, of flight. A lovely good breeze beneath wings... gallops in meadows, bright green! Where is this creature that is sending such Paradisical thoughts? Ahhhhhhh, there!!!
MINE!!!!!!
Where is she? How did she get here? She sees a fierce looking creature, surely not? A hippogriff? Those are the creatures of myth! Of legend!
As she arrives, an egg rolls toward her. It quivers, shakes... She's sure she hears some humming, a query, a comfort and unease, an anxiety, a.. yes.. fear...
She drops to her knees and puts her hands on the egg, humming a lullaby, thinking soothing thoughts. Somehow, the Life inside the egg seeks her, pierces her subconscious, waking some internal and unknown emotions in her, making her think thoughts of .. unchained freedom, unbridled joy, but first:
The confines are dark, lonely, binding, cramped, hot, lonely solitude. This is NOT how it should be!! There should be LIGHT, and JOY, and FLIGHT, and FREEDOM, and deep, soul companionship. Ahhh.. there.. just.. yes.. there.. something needed, very needed, is just there, out of reach!!!
Moving without thought, she lets her hands fall to the shell... the shell burning hot, and yet no heat, no burning.
Had she given any thought to it, she'd have had to ask herself questions: the ones about how she came to be here, where "here" is, and why is this point and time and her actions just so right. Why would she give no thought to the fiersome mother, or the possible consequences of being in a nest of hatchlings, which these obviously are.
There! There's a break in the shell, she's almost sure of it! She catches a thought, a deep desire for fresh air, and moves her hand, to pierce the thick inner membrane, allowing fresh air in, but not breaking any of the shell.
A need for fresh air overwhelms. Like a wave, or sinking suddenly into an abyss, a dark place. Need.... fresh.... air...
Then, suddenly, fresh air!!! Gulping in fresh air, trying to regain strength to recommence escape!!!
A thought! Soothing. Pictures of freedom, joyous abandon, and yes, of flight. A lovely good breeze beneath wings... gallops in meadows, bright green! Where is this creature that is sending such Paradisical thoughts? Ahhhhhhh, there!!!
MINE!!!!!!
Thanks: Drazenka Kimpel, Aida (& balerion)
Re: The Birth of a Hippogriff
In shock Balerion hear the egg calling out in a unutterable tongue and suddenly there is a brilliant flash of light. Everything is blinded from his view as the song grows louder and suddenly a second telepathic voice joins in harmony.
Shaker of Castles
Order of the Pillow | Sunspear
Re: The Birth of a Hippogriff
The shock of such transport will wear off, and undoubtedly will leave her reeling. For now, however, there's just the egg, and no, not even AN egg.. THE egg.
Something lost, long lost, truly... lost before all self awareness, lost, and yet, unknown, unfamiliar, and yet something of her own soul, her own essence, resides here. Yet unmet, yet familiar. Unknown, yet more known than any knowledge she has, or will ever have. Something so familiar, and yet almost beyond understanding.
There it is, the center of the world, the center of Self, the center of Being. There. There, where the soothing, challenging, brilliant, comforting presence is.
There!
With renewed energy, and a zeal for life, for freedom, that which binds must be removed! From this side, not from outside. The Bindings, the chains which keep Us must be removed by US, not with help, but by our own will and strength!!
There!!
She watches as another piece of the shell is cracked and broken free. Almost, just almost, she moves to remove it, until she realizes, this must be something left undone by her. Something which she would help remove, but can only help by not helping, only by encouragement, by soothing, by comforting, by assurance, by only her presence.
Another crack appears in the shell, another piece of the beautiful blue shell falls to the ground.
Something lost, long lost, truly... lost before all self awareness, lost, and yet, unknown, unfamiliar, and yet something of her own soul, her own essence, resides here. Yet unmet, yet familiar. Unknown, yet more known than any knowledge she has, or will ever have. Something so familiar, and yet almost beyond understanding.
There it is, the center of the world, the center of Self, the center of Being. There. There, where the soothing, challenging, brilliant, comforting presence is.
There!
With renewed energy, and a zeal for life, for freedom, that which binds must be removed! From this side, not from outside. The Bindings, the chains which keep Us must be removed by US, not with help, but by our own will and strength!!
There!!
She watches as another piece of the shell is cracked and broken free. Almost, just almost, she moves to remove it, until she realizes, this must be something left undone by her. Something which she would help remove, but can only help by not helping, only by encouragement, by soothing, by comforting, by assurance, by only her presence.
Another crack appears in the shell, another piece of the beautiful blue shell falls to the ground.
Thanks: Drazenka Kimpel, Aida (& balerion)
Re: The Birth of a Hippogriff
Long moments of what she perceives to be silence follow. That silence is not of a normal silence, but a harmonious trilling, unbidden from her, and an almost inaudible trilling from within the egg.
Her's is of a lullaby, soothing nature. From the egg is a trill of effort, a trill of questing for Life. Should the song be broken, surely there would be no Life inside the egg.
JOY!
Rapture!
Tumultuous effort, hard work at breaking through the shell, but with each gulp of fresh air comes renewed vigor.
A pause to gather strength, to rest between repeated efforts.
There!! Another piece of the prisonous confine breaks, releasing some of the physical tension, allowing for a better grasp with the beak to break another, a bigger piece off, and to get more air.
Yet another piece of the shell is cracked and broken free. Again, she almost puts her hand on it to remove it, but then as if instructed by the watching mother, she realizes that if the Life which is in this egg can not break free, it won't have the stamina, the willpower to grow, to live, to fight for it's place in the outside world.
Still for now, she can only help by waiting, by being there, by her presence, and by her encouragement.
Yet another crack appears in the shell, another piece of the beautiful blue shell falls to the ground, larger this time, as the shell is becoming drier on the inside and the chick is unfolding it's frame, pushing against the shell in all directions.
Her's is of a lullaby, soothing nature. From the egg is a trill of effort, a trill of questing for Life. Should the song be broken, surely there would be no Life inside the egg.
JOY!
Rapture!
Tumultuous effort, hard work at breaking through the shell, but with each gulp of fresh air comes renewed vigor.
A pause to gather strength, to rest between repeated efforts.
There!! Another piece of the prisonous confine breaks, releasing some of the physical tension, allowing for a better grasp with the beak to break another, a bigger piece off, and to get more air.
Yet another piece of the shell is cracked and broken free. Again, she almost puts her hand on it to remove it, but then as if instructed by the watching mother, she realizes that if the Life which is in this egg can not break free, it won't have the stamina, the willpower to grow, to live, to fight for it's place in the outside world.
Still for now, she can only help by waiting, by being there, by her presence, and by her encouragement.
Yet another crack appears in the shell, another piece of the beautiful blue shell falls to the ground, larger this time, as the shell is becoming drier on the inside and the chick is unfolding it's frame, pushing against the shell in all directions.
Thanks: Drazenka Kimpel, Aida (& balerion)