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 "Aye, I remember the first day and the change, the sounds I could hear, the taste of the air, the smell of a campfire miles distant. It was a fox that spoke to me in my dreams all quick and hunting through the dark. Cold eyes in dusk and the half smile on its lips when the scent of a fawn rolled in on the breeze. All the while I slept but I could feel rough paws soft padding and hard thundering through the soft earth of the forest, chasing, chasing the anticipation of flesh, warm, in my belly empty. When I awoke the world was a different place, I found people difficult but the quiet places easy and when I need the beast; the ears of the fox, eyes in the pitch black, they are never far away. Always with me, always, at the turn of my head or the sudden myoclonic twitch from sleep, it is once more the beast a' speaking, man forgotten in a pinch. Those days? Sad to wake I am and be, once more, like you" ​ "Aye, I remember the first day and the change, the sounds I could hear, the taste of the air, the smell of a campfire miles distant. It was a fox that spoke to me in my dreams all quick and hunting through the dark. Cold eyes in dusk and the half smile on its lips when the scent of a fawn rolled in on the breeze. All the while I slept but I could feel rough paws soft padding and hard thundering through the soft earth of the forest, chasing, chasing the anticipation of flesh, warm, in my belly empty. When I awoke the world was a different place, I found people difficult but the quiet places easy and when I need the beast; the ears of the fox, eyes in the pitch black, they are never far away. Always with me, always, at the turn of my head or the sudden myoclonic twitch from sleep, it is once more the beast a' speaking, man forgotten in a pinch. Those days? Sad to wake I am and be, once more, like you" ​
 //- Azilo Yuronomor - Beast Speaker// //- Azilo Yuronomor - Beast Speaker//
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 "​Dreams of being human, dreams of being Eaölf, dreams of being Orc these are dreams that I have. Remembrance of chair and table, bowl and spoon, fire and cauldron, hearth and home. Memories perhaps. Fleeting, far distant. Once I was thumb and finger. Now I am paw and claw. Thoughts of voices, articulation,​ words, paper, prayer and lordlings. Ideas of then and now, light and dark, right and wrong, the premise of civility. Notions of sword and shield, tools, beasts of burdens, brothers and sisters enslaved. Shared thoughts, shared words, shared feelings; fleeting now no more to be theirs all mine, inside. Simple taste and smell, weak limbed and slow, to see the breeze and hear the fear in tone and being that is the beast not the girl it is the freedom and not the snare, I am the beast, She is the Prey, I am the strength and she is the weakness, I am what is and She is what was." ​ "​Dreams of being human, dreams of being Eaölf, dreams of being Orc these are dreams that I have. Remembrance of chair and table, bowl and spoon, fire and cauldron, hearth and home. Memories perhaps. Fleeting, far distant. Once I was thumb and finger. Now I am paw and claw. Thoughts of voices, articulation,​ words, paper, prayer and lordlings. Ideas of then and now, light and dark, right and wrong, the premise of civility. Notions of sword and shield, tools, beasts of burdens, brothers and sisters enslaved. Shared thoughts, shared words, shared feelings; fleeting now no more to be theirs all mine, inside. Simple taste and smell, weak limbed and slow, to see the breeze and hear the fear in tone and being that is the beast not the girl it is the freedom and not the snare, I am the beast, She is the Prey, I am the strength and she is the weakness, I am what is and She is what was." ​
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 "Feel the ground beneath your claws and smell the wind, summon the beast and ride its back, float between the day and the night the man and the monster, feel the Gillieabad, touch their minds, reel back and understand for moments. Worship not, nor sacrifice, nor crawl or dance for favour, speak not in tongues or howl in sorrow at the darkness for your are Lord you are Mistress, you are Lady you are Master. Charged between the here and now the then and never, sight of the unseen, flying high below the earth, charging deep above the hills. Return then to form of truth an waken, mind filled and limbs tired, truths uncovered and the future seen. Through the action of the of the Spirits, walking with them, seeing with them, understanding with them and then the mortal shape again. This is what it was to be them, this is their legacy, to be chosen, to be the link, to be almost as they were to be, a remembrance of the past and glance at the future.Gillieabad,​ Ghurahl, we do not forget them and they have never recalled the memory of us." - Shaleford Laxeth - Beast Kin Long ago there were stories that the legendary Gillieabad and Ghurahl roamed this land, Spirits great and powerful, capable of seeing the truth and the deceit of matters. They were known to be capable of realising the now, the then and the time to come, perhaps not in the order of lineage but certainly in the order of importance. It was said that they were capable of riding the mortal form of both man and beast although that neither could hold their strength for long lest their power burn the soul and scour the body in fire. For those fortunate enough to feel their strength great insight of those moments of sharing were left in their minds, granting them skill and wisdom beyond compare. It is said that the lines of those touched in such a way remembered the sharing of skins, with beasts and birds and that as the lineages opened their children gained such skill as Speakers and Masters and on occasion Lords. "Feel the ground beneath your claws and smell the wind, summon the beast and ride its back, float between the day and the night the man and the monster, feel the Gillieabad, touch their minds, reel back and understand for moments. Worship not, nor sacrifice, nor crawl or dance for favour, speak not in tongues or howl in sorrow at the darkness for your are Lord you are Mistress, you are Lady you are Master. Charged between the here and now the then and never, sight of the unseen, flying high below the earth, charging deep above the hills. Return then to form of truth an waken, mind filled and limbs tired, truths uncovered and the future seen. Through the action of the of the Spirits, walking with them, seeing with them, understanding with them and then the mortal shape again. This is what it was to be them, this is their legacy, to be chosen, to be the link, to be almost as they were to be, a remembrance of the past and glance at the future.Gillieabad,​ Ghurahl, we do not forget them and they have never recalled the memory of us." - Shaleford Laxeth - Beast Kin Long ago there were stories that the legendary Gillieabad and Ghurahl roamed this land, Spirits great and powerful, capable of seeing the truth and the deceit of matters. They were known to be capable of realising the now, the then and the time to come, perhaps not in the order of lineage but certainly in the order of importance. It was said that they were capable of riding the mortal form of both man and beast although that neither could hold their strength for long lest their power burn the soul and scour the body in fire. For those fortunate enough to feel their strength great insight of those moments of sharing were left in their minds, granting them skill and wisdom beyond compare. It is said that the lines of those touched in such a way remembered the sharing of skins, with beasts and birds and that as the lineages opened their children gained such skill as Speakers and Masters and on occasion Lords.
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