Galactic Tigrean
Goddess of the moon & star,
Bring your presence from afar.
Manifest on your night,
And bless me on your might.
Grant your knowledge and clarity,
To understand your words to me.
Lend your power send me your light,
Aid me in my work tonight.
With love and wisdom please embrace,
All within this sacred place.
Mother,
I now call to you,
Bring your message clear and true.
Her Story
Life at this point feels more like a terrible dream than actual reality if I'm being truthful.Forgive me, I lack mannerisms and happiness. [Read ON] The Were-clans are dying out and of course I was chosen to save them all. Yeah like, LIKE NO PRESSURE OR ANYTHING. Life decided to try and pull a fast one, don't worry I mean I'm not about to give up, I'd be a fool to throw it all away, bringing dishonor and shame to my clan and my parents. No I won't let that happen. As I said it still feels like a horrific dream, one I can't seem to wake from.
Sad part is, I don't even know who or what had killed my parents in the first place, it happened when I was barely out of my cub years, a preteen if you want to go by human numbers. I had gone off to hunt with a few friends, it had been a normal day as far as I can recall. The hunt had been tedious enough, though but it didn't matter at the time because we had fun. Yeah that fun hadn't lasted long when we got back to the dens. I smelled it first, the stench of fresh blood, my friends ran forward calling out but all we heard was silence. The putrid smell of urine, feces and decaying bodies of the young, old and sickly.
It was all a blur from there, I needed to find my family and amid all the chaos it was impossible. Fires gutted huts, trees were toppled, my friends were crying out, it was felt faint and overwhelming! I sniffed out my way toward my families den. I'm not sure how long it took me, I can't even think right now, but the tears came one after another. My sis, ma, pa we're in their Beastial forms, lying motionless on the ground, Charm was in-between them their mouths agape. Then everything went black and I remember no more after that.
I had awoken, we lost all of the parents and elders, ¾ of the clan and still no one knew who it was and why. Besides us preteens, 6 cubs survived, we had some theories but they led us nowhere. Now we had no choice but to move and rebuild. The dead had been buried and a deep depression had swept over the survivors. I remember sitting by my parent's & Charms markers and I sobbed for hours because it had happened so fast and I could not cope with the loss. Once the tears had finally dried I vowed to avenge their deaths and make them proud. I was not going to let this, or these. . . monsters get away with what they have done!
Leading the remainder of my clan we fled to the mountains to be alone and there we prayed to our Goddess, the wise and beautiful Luna. I prayed to her for goodness knows how long, night and day. All the while we trained, harnessing the powers deep inside us. I did my best on my own. But I knew deep down I had to get help and as if my prayers had been answered, one night a camp had sprung up just outside the cave we've been staying in. I went first in stealth, but as I spied on the group I learned they were warriors who traveled the world seeking to fight for the Gods. Kind of like mercenaries only much better!
I won't bore you with the details but I can tell you, getting into their ranks was one of the hardest things we've ever had to do, you don't know how untrusting people can be, specially those who have a soul purpose like protecting the world. For at least a year I had to prove myself to them and even when I finally gained acceptance, it wasn't for another two years that I was treated like I mattered. Ah but I never let that dampen my spirits, I had my Goddess on my side and I persevered. By the fourth year I was welcomed with open arms and that is when my training began.
Let me skip ahead to the here and now shall I? I am still with the Warrior Clan that travels the world, they have become my new family now and they have taught me so much. We have been through a lot together and they have even offered to help me find my parents' murderer or murderers, I can't rule out that it could be more than one person now. We have had no luck in finding any clues but I will not give up, justice will prevail, my Goddess will guide me!
Unfortunately though the search has been kind of put on hold for the time being because a Shaman we helped in the Jungle, sort of dropped a bit of information on me that I'm still kind of reeling over. It's more so a prophecy than anything but it still makes me feel confused and pressured. If I don't find a mate before the Blood Moon on the 25th year of my birth, every single Were-Clan on Earth will cease to exist. Apparently I meet all the criteria that has been written in the old tomes. Granted I wanted more than anything to laugh it off and say it was all a bunch of nonsense... of course I didn't. I'm not stupid.
I can't really say I'm thrilled to have this sort of thing thrust upon me but I really have no say in the matter. My mate is out there, no doubt searching for me as I search for them, I just pray to my Goddess Luna that we meet before it's too late. I have faith we will but with the world being as crazy as it has been over the past, who knows how long.... you need a little more than faith to keep afloat.
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