To Endure for another - A Bear and a Child.
Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2017 6:45 pm
A lone spirit.
One of Endurance, taking the form of a large bear, the wounds upon it's flesh still fresh and open.
Alone the spirit lays upon those tainted fields, where undead now roam.
A shaman approached. He tried speaking and he tried pleading. He enticed the spirit with promises of offerings and with tales of safer lands. The spirit was almost faded when he found it.
The bear did not move. He did not speak. He lay there as the corrupted essence of his once-friends tore at his flesh and devoured his self.
...and so the shaman grew silent as well. He sat by bear's side and he waited. No food, no water, no fire to warm his skin, the shaman waited and the spirit lay.
A day had passed, and the shaman grew weak, yet he endured. The spirit lay there still, yet... He grew strong. Another enduring by his side was as food for his soul.
The second day ran by, as the shaman shivered and lay, yet the mighty bear now stood. Many a foul spirit came to prey upon the shaman, yet the bear roared and they fled.
The third day drew to an end and the shaman was on death's doorstep, but the spirit moved.
He gave of his own self to sustain the visitor, he who had sustained him in turn by simply enduring.
That third day, they walked together and they travelled south, as friends who had shared in life and were kin. Soon the bear would meet another, who would try to endure as the shaman did. One who forms bonds with the spirits, far beyond what shaman did. One who will through suffering and endurance, forever sustain the mighty bear.
…footsteps in the dark. A child approaches.
One of Endurance, taking the form of a large bear, the wounds upon it's flesh still fresh and open.
Alone the spirit lays upon those tainted fields, where undead now roam.
A shaman approached. He tried speaking and he tried pleading. He enticed the spirit with promises of offerings and with tales of safer lands. The spirit was almost faded when he found it.
The bear did not move. He did not speak. He lay there as the corrupted essence of his once-friends tore at his flesh and devoured his self.
...and so the shaman grew silent as well. He sat by bear's side and he waited. No food, no water, no fire to warm his skin, the shaman waited and the spirit lay.
A day had passed, and the shaman grew weak, yet he endured. The spirit lay there still, yet... He grew strong. Another enduring by his side was as food for his soul.
The second day ran by, as the shaman shivered and lay, yet the mighty bear now stood. Many a foul spirit came to prey upon the shaman, yet the bear roared and they fled.
The third day drew to an end and the shaman was on death's doorstep, but the spirit moved.
He gave of his own self to sustain the visitor, he who had sustained him in turn by simply enduring.
That third day, they walked together and they travelled south, as friends who had shared in life and were kin. Soon the bear would meet another, who would try to endure as the shaman did. One who forms bonds with the spirits, far beyond what shaman did. One who will through suffering and endurance, forever sustain the mighty bear.
…footsteps in the dark. A child approaches.