Re: Jennerations Collide! Contest
Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 6:16 am
My entry is written in...sort of a different style. This is meant to be read as though a Sharian has asked Searing to share some of his family history and this is the tale the Sharian got (minus the accent). There are a few times where it is implied that the Sharian interjected with a question, but only Searing's answer is recorded. Sorry if that gets a bit confusing... This may not be quite what you were looking for...but I had fun writing it anyways. And so...on with the story. Thanks for holding this Jenn!
Your Name: Origami_Dragon
Which Slot: I provide. I have one and can spare two of my points to getting these guys some foals!
Pairing: Searing of the Sands Aflame and Hiss of the Faded Coral from the Song of Endless Sands.
Why Them: They're two of my favorite Sams, and the first ones I ever really wrote a story about and started RPing. I'd love to see them have foals (and normal foals before I try to make them have an aquatic baby would be good for them and their sanity too). I'll also admit to wanting to see what sort of ears show up on a breeding between a large eared desert and an earless Sam... But really, these two have inspired me to write more than any of my other Sams have, and I'd like to see if their foal would carry on the family tradition.
Ancestor's Name: Tracing of Timeworn Paths (and perhaps Glow of Golden Sands)
Ancestor's Story: (No idea of the wordcount on this...but far beyond 300 I'm sure)
This is the tale of my many times great grandsire, from back before the days when there were truely desert Samanayrs. In those days we had not yet been driven to hide in the far reaches of the world, in remote areas traveled by few. Though the time of the Scattering of the Songs was near at hand and my many times great grandsire had already lost Songmates to the poachers.
The story that I had from my mother and she from her father and he from his, all the way back to the days before the Scattering does not tell us much of my many times great grandsire Tracing of Timeworn Paths's youth. We know that he lived in the marginal lands by choice; that he was born there and chose to remain, accepting only mares who would likewise be happy in the scrublands. It was not for safety that he lived there either. In fact such lands were considered a fine hunting spot for those who eventually drove us to Scatter. They had not the hiding places of the deep forest, nor were they so inhospitable to the hunters as the deep desert was. Because of this he was forced to be ever vigalent, with little time in which to pursue his interests in the history of our race. Though he loved well the lands he lived in and the mares who kept company with him a traveler would little know it, so grumpy was he due to the constant strain of watching for the approach of hunters intending to steal off his Song for servitude or death.
What? No, I'm sorry, what histories Tracing had gathered were lost. I asked my mother for them too when I was small. She had never heard them in the stories she had from her father. May I continue? Thank you.
Now it happened one day that in evading yet another poacher seeking to steal away his Song Tracing found that he had lead them to the very edge of the marginal lands. Before them stretched the inhospitable sands of the desert, shimmering with the heat of the day. Even he and his mares, toughened by their life in the marginal lands, quailed at the notion of entering that place. Most of them were lean and long legged, but it was the last, a dainty little thing who had fled to the scrub to escape pursuers and taken up with Tracing's Song more for safety than for love of the place, who worried Tracing. Though she was not truely one of his mares he would not have it said that he abandoned her.
Imagine the surprise of Tracing and his three mares with this little Lamanayr, named Glow of Golden Sands, was the one who encouraged them to seek out the desert, seeming to light up as she looked out over the sands which were as golden as her coat. For the first time she was seeing her namesake. My mother fondly liked to imagine that it was from her that we are decended, but I have never been one for tracing my line of decent.
What? Yes, fine, it is the tale of both Tracing and Glow. But you wanted family history and I only know that I am Tracing's decendant. I don't know which of his mares was my many times great granddam. Yes, Glow truely joined his Song not long after they entered the desert. Are you done now? Now where was I...
Ah yes... With encouragement from Glow the entire Song left behind their home on the edges of desert country and moved into deep desert. They soon found that this land called for an even more migratory lifestyle than they had been accustomed to. Water was much scarcer than they had known before. Food was just as hard to find. The heat baked them by day but the nights were startlingly chill, even cold. And yet...despite all the hardships that they found, Tracing found himself happier than he had ever been. He wondered why he had never taken them here before. Perhaps it was merely that Glow's enthusiasm was catching. If so, his other mares seemed to have caught it too. Or perhaps it was that fewer preditors lived in the desert and the hunters and poachers, needing more water than a samanayr does, would not venture out there. After all, as far as they knew there weren't enough Samanayrs in the desert to make it worth their while.
And while it was true that there were far fewer Sams around to gather histories from, there were more and more begining to gather in the desert, trusting to its inhospitable reaches to keep them safe. And while they were more territorial with water so scarce, there were some large, permanent oasis around which moods were more relaxed. And with the safety they were more willing to talk. But back then there were no Shairan around to record our history as you are now, and Tracing collected the stories for his own pleasure, not to amuse his foals and later grandfoals with. As I told you before, my line of the family does not have any of those tales.
There are many other tales I could share with you of their adjustment to life in the desert. Of how they learned the signs to tell where water was to be found. How they learned to navigate in the vast sea of rolling dunes, of the first foal born to Tracing in the desert and learning to raise young there. Or the tale of their first rainy season and the shock and fear that caused. These and more were the tales my birth Song told to restless foals, to teach us pride in our history. We can claim decent not only from some of the first of the true desert Samanayrs, but from those who first explored the desert as a home as the Scattering began. We have their stories yet and we keep their memories alive. Even those who choose to leave the desert and reunite with our Scattered kin will hold those memories dear and teach their foals in turn of the bravery of their ancestors.
You wish to hear more of the tales of Tracing? Come back and visit another night. You might bring more of that tasty fruit with you. I do like fruit. But for now, fairwell.
Your Name: Origami_Dragon
Which Slot: I provide. I have one and can spare two of my points to getting these guys some foals!
Pairing: Searing of the Sands Aflame and Hiss of the Faded Coral from the Song of Endless Sands.
Why Them: They're two of my favorite Sams, and the first ones I ever really wrote a story about and started RPing. I'd love to see them have foals (and normal foals before I try to make them have an aquatic baby would be good for them and their sanity too). I'll also admit to wanting to see what sort of ears show up on a breeding between a large eared desert and an earless Sam... But really, these two have inspired me to write more than any of my other Sams have, and I'd like to see if their foal would carry on the family tradition.
Ancestor's Name: Tracing of Timeworn Paths (and perhaps Glow of Golden Sands)
Ancestor's Story: (No idea of the wordcount on this...but far beyond 300 I'm sure)
This is the tale of my many times great grandsire, from back before the days when there were truely desert Samanayrs. In those days we had not yet been driven to hide in the far reaches of the world, in remote areas traveled by few. Though the time of the Scattering of the Songs was near at hand and my many times great grandsire had already lost Songmates to the poachers.
The story that I had from my mother and she from her father and he from his, all the way back to the days before the Scattering does not tell us much of my many times great grandsire Tracing of Timeworn Paths's youth. We know that he lived in the marginal lands by choice; that he was born there and chose to remain, accepting only mares who would likewise be happy in the scrublands. It was not for safety that he lived there either. In fact such lands were considered a fine hunting spot for those who eventually drove us to Scatter. They had not the hiding places of the deep forest, nor were they so inhospitable to the hunters as the deep desert was. Because of this he was forced to be ever vigalent, with little time in which to pursue his interests in the history of our race. Though he loved well the lands he lived in and the mares who kept company with him a traveler would little know it, so grumpy was he due to the constant strain of watching for the approach of hunters intending to steal off his Song for servitude or death.
What? No, I'm sorry, what histories Tracing had gathered were lost. I asked my mother for them too when I was small. She had never heard them in the stories she had from her father. May I continue? Thank you.
Now it happened one day that in evading yet another poacher seeking to steal away his Song Tracing found that he had lead them to the very edge of the marginal lands. Before them stretched the inhospitable sands of the desert, shimmering with the heat of the day. Even he and his mares, toughened by their life in the marginal lands, quailed at the notion of entering that place. Most of them were lean and long legged, but it was the last, a dainty little thing who had fled to the scrub to escape pursuers and taken up with Tracing's Song more for safety than for love of the place, who worried Tracing. Though she was not truely one of his mares he would not have it said that he abandoned her.
Imagine the surprise of Tracing and his three mares with this little Lamanayr, named Glow of Golden Sands, was the one who encouraged them to seek out the desert, seeming to light up as she looked out over the sands which were as golden as her coat. For the first time she was seeing her namesake. My mother fondly liked to imagine that it was from her that we are decended, but I have never been one for tracing my line of decent.
What? Yes, fine, it is the tale of both Tracing and Glow. But you wanted family history and I only know that I am Tracing's decendant. I don't know which of his mares was my many times great granddam. Yes, Glow truely joined his Song not long after they entered the desert. Are you done now? Now where was I...
Ah yes... With encouragement from Glow the entire Song left behind their home on the edges of desert country and moved into deep desert. They soon found that this land called for an even more migratory lifestyle than they had been accustomed to. Water was much scarcer than they had known before. Food was just as hard to find. The heat baked them by day but the nights were startlingly chill, even cold. And yet...despite all the hardships that they found, Tracing found himself happier than he had ever been. He wondered why he had never taken them here before. Perhaps it was merely that Glow's enthusiasm was catching. If so, his other mares seemed to have caught it too. Or perhaps it was that fewer preditors lived in the desert and the hunters and poachers, needing more water than a samanayr does, would not venture out there. After all, as far as they knew there weren't enough Samanayrs in the desert to make it worth their while.
And while it was true that there were far fewer Sams around to gather histories from, there were more and more begining to gather in the desert, trusting to its inhospitable reaches to keep them safe. And while they were more territorial with water so scarce, there were some large, permanent oasis around which moods were more relaxed. And with the safety they were more willing to talk. But back then there were no Shairan around to record our history as you are now, and Tracing collected the stories for his own pleasure, not to amuse his foals and later grandfoals with. As I told you before, my line of the family does not have any of those tales.
There are many other tales I could share with you of their adjustment to life in the desert. Of how they learned the signs to tell where water was to be found. How they learned to navigate in the vast sea of rolling dunes, of the first foal born to Tracing in the desert and learning to raise young there. Or the tale of their first rainy season and the shock and fear that caused. These and more were the tales my birth Song told to restless foals, to teach us pride in our history. We can claim decent not only from some of the first of the true desert Samanayrs, but from those who first explored the desert as a home as the Scattering began. We have their stories yet and we keep their memories alive. Even those who choose to leave the desert and reunite with our Scattered kin will hold those memories dear and teach their foals in turn of the bravery of their ancestors.
You wish to hear more of the tales of Tracing? Come back and visit another night. You might bring more of that tasty fruit with you. I do like fruit. But for now, fairwell.