Sevroh has a minion!

Zephyr the Hulver

… WIND Brother

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Praise for the red dawn,
The grass that we walk upon,
Praise for the river's whispered tune.
Praise for the Wind Brother,
Praise for the Earth Mother.
Praise for Father Sun and Sister Moon.

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Sevroh was different.
Arwenn - who he still only felt comfortable calling by her title, Earth Mother - had been one of them for as long as she could remember. Dala had for almost as long as Arwenn. And Praesul claimed to have held his title for a time greater than all of theirs combined.

But Sevroh - or, as he now found himself being called, the Wind Brother - had vague memories of a time before these powers and titles had found him. A time when his fur, now as gray as a heavy raincloud, had matched the tones of a birch tree in autumn. When his eyes, now the eerie yellow-green tint the world held before a summer storm, had been small and dark. The biggest change, though, had to be the wings.

Huge, dark, and more powerful than he knew what to do with, Sevroh had wings. An odd trait for a fox, but then again these days he shared little with the earthbound foxes he used to roam with.

After all, he was now the guardian of weather.

Rain, snow, hail, and wind. He was the playful breeze on a late spring day, the rushing power of a thunderstorm, the lonely howls of blizzards. His predecessor had apparently much preferred things of the latter two’s natures. Raw power had been his undoing, and it had taken the other guardians combined to stop him. Afterwards, the three had met in council to enact a replacement.

Such a thing had never been needed before, and there was much arguing. The Father Sun, Praesul, had suggested giving the world a break from such things as Brother Wind. Time for them all to heal, and for his beloved sun to reign supreme. Dala, the Sister Moon, wanted the three to combine parts of their essences into a lesser guardian who could be controlled more easily if hey succumbed to the same fate as the last. Finally, the Earth Mother proposed a change.

Her earth needed the weather, and they all needed balance. By taking one of her own creatures who had lived under the tyranny of the former guardian, he would know the importance of peace. And given guidance by them all, a gentle creature of her choosing could respect the great power bestowed on him.

And so she chose a simple fox who had died young in the floodwaters of the incessant storms. Sevroh.

He was quick to learn but, true to Arwenn’s plan, never tried more than he could handle. Slowly, weather returned to the earth, and with it, balance.

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premade profile by Chen
overlay & story by Ryou
poem from balto ii: wolf quest

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