{Ahzenai Mingle Spot v.2}

[Horneddragon]

you know you wish you could have joined in on our awesome

[Neara]

we have one hour now right?

[jern.]

Yea, 42 minutes

[Tiikeria]

Team The Crazies Present:

Stories
An Ahzenai Tale

Featuring:
Tartok, the bookworm
Tokori, the avid listener
and
Pripyat, the cynic

“Prip…Tar…what makes the sun set?” Tokori’s curious voice called from the tree branch he had stationed himself on, quietly watching the aforementioned heavenly body sink lower on the horizon, casting a fiery glow on the landscape around them. Tartok glanced up from his many books, a star chart extended around him, to appreciate the setting sun’s almost magical qualities.

“Well, Tokori…there’s many explanations for the setting sun; scientific and mystical alike. I’ve seen so many ideas on what makes it rise and fall every day,” the dark bodied Ahz glanced up at his owlish companion, Tokori’s head dipped down to look at the studious beast below him in wonder.

“Really? Like…what kind of stories?”

Pripyat took that moment to chime in on the conversation, his empty voice sounding softly, “Every time the sun sets we get closer to the end, Tokori. It is not something to marvel. It is simply a clock, counting down until our last moments…no one knows when it will end…but it will. All good things come to an end…they come to their destruction.”

“Pripyat!” Tartok warned upon seeing the impressionable Ahz’s expression as the pessimistic male spoke, “While the end may be coming, there is nothing we can do to stop it. Therefore, we shouldn’t fret about it. If it comes, it comes. If it doesn’t in our lifetime, then it doesn’t.”

“But it will come. One day.”

“Yes, but not today,” the darker Ahz spoke softly, yet firmly, his wise and rumbling voice directed at the hidden beast; only Prip’s muzzle was outside the shadows of the large tree, “Though many have predicted the end through the sun, just as they explained the rising and setting, and the changes in the heavens. So many cultures have different stories, yet most seem to revolve around the sun…and the moon.”

The curious Ahz watched the other as he spoke, eager to hear of these stories Tartok spoke of; even Pripyat seemed to be interested in his own way, his haunting stare settled on Tartok, “What kind of stories, Tar?”

“Well, the ancient Egyptians believed in Ra, the Sun God; he was considered the creator of the Egyptian people. Or, in ancient Greek and Roman mythology, the god Apollo would guide the sun across the sky with his sun chariot pulled by horses with manes of fire, while his bold twin, Artemis, hunted by night, by the light of the moon.”

Tokori let out a gasp of awe, lifting his head, searching the sky, as if to try to see a god in a chariot, or a huntress beneath the rising silver disc; Tartok smiled warmly at his inquisitive partner, glad to see another so intrigued by mythology as he.

“But, Tokori, my favorite, comes from our own kind: the Ahzenai,” his rumbling voice rose in volume just a bit, his head held high as he smiled at his (half) excited audience, “Silauros and Lenauros, the sun and moon Ahz.”

As he stood, he pushed one of his many volumes toward the eager Ahz, letting Tokori get a good look at the illustration; two Ahz, circling a half moon and half sun. The top beast’s body was gold, streaked with the silver of the other being’s body; the bottom Ahz as silver as the full moon, piercing blue eyes shining back, gold streaking it’s body, much like it’s inverted twin.

“Oh, wow…that’s them? Silauros and Lenauros? The sun and moon Ahz?”

“Indeed, that is what humans have depicted them as, through the direction of their Ahzenai companions. This story as been passed down through the many ages of the vortex, and it is one of the oldest stories in our species knowledge. Sit back, both of you, and let me tell you the story of the proud Silauros and the gentle Lenauros.”

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“Sister!” boomed a loud, mirthful voice across the lightening sky; it was time for the sun to rise and greet a new day, and it was time for the moon to set, to take its daytime slumber. Quietly, the beautiful sliver Ahz gracefully raised her head to smile in greeting at her boisterous brother as he playfully pushed the sun ever higher in the morning sky.

“Good morning, my dear brother,” she greeted, her voice quiet, yet able to reach the golden male, his straight horns glistening in the fiery glow of the sun, Silauros’ other pride, his first being his beloved sister. Together they made the heavens move, for all beasts, Ahzenai to human, to enjoy. They needed no other; just each other at least, they had for their entire lives.

They had been born from the great vortex together, Silauros moments before Lenauros. They had not chosen a companion, unlike many of their kind; instead they chose to take the difficult job of moving the great spheres through the sky. And they had enjoyed the task for the many, many years they had been doing so. But the enjoyment was wearing off for the kind female; she had become lonely, for in the hours she was not needed, she slept, and for the hours she was entrusted with her task, she was alone, most creatures in their slumber. She longed for a companion, but refused to leave her brother behind.

“Sleep well, my gentle sister,” Silauros smiled, bidding her farewell for the day, as he climbed higher. Quietly, Lenauros, once the moon dipped out of sight, rested the moon in its cradle, before settling beside it to rest. But her rest was fitful, plagued by dreams of loneliness and sorrow. She cried for a companion, someone to walk by her side as she travelled the sky in the dark, quiet hours of the night.

By the time her turn came, she was quite tired, but ready to take on her task for the next lonely night. She rose, her body graceful as always, gently taking the moon from its secure cradle, moving towards the rising point, starting forward, being greeted with her brother’s antics as he pushed the sun towards the west in various ways. She smiled softly; her brother was never lonely, so why was she?

“Lenauros! Good evening, sister!” his voice boomed like the thunder that sounded from the clouds that occasionally obscured her travels across the night sky from the nocturnal creatures on Earth.

“Good evening, yourself, brother,” she greeted, unable to keep the weariness from her melodic voice. Silauros, intuitive as he was proud, stopped his pushing to watch his pale sister, who followed his lead. To the beasts below, it seemed as if time had stopped, for the moon and sun had stopped their slow dance.

“Dear sister, what’s troubling you? I can hear the sleepiness in your voice. Did you not rest well?” the golden Ahz approached the most important being in his long life, head high, eyes shining in concern. She sighed, knowing she could not hide her emotions from Silauros; she met his eyes and spoke softly.

“My brother, as much as I enjoy your company every morning and every evening, I miss having a companion to stroll the night sky by my side. I am lonely, Silauros, though it is no fault of yours.”

The sun Ahz took that moment to nuzzle his sister, the only form of comfort he knew how to show, “I promise you, sister, that I will find a way to take that loneliness from your heart. I will find a companion for you.”

With that firm promise, Silauros returned to the sun, pushing it down the horizon, the sky returning to it’s slow, rotating pace. Lenauros watched her brother disappear, her heart heavy, fears of offending her twin gnawing at her being. But she continued on, determined to complete her task, the sky dark and barren as it always was.

As Lenauros pushed the moon across the sky, her warmly shining sibling trekked across the quiet landscape, careful to avoid his sister’s curious eye. He was heading back to the place of their birth: the great vortex. If the vortex could not help him in his quest…no, he would not consider that. The vortex was kind; it would help him.

Silauros travelled through the night, determined to reach the vortex before it was time for the sun to rise, and, as he stepped before the whirling mass of energy, he felt accomplished. Now, if only the vortex would answer his plea, for the sake of Lenauros.

“Great Vortex, I come before you to humbly ask a favor, for the sake of my lonely sibling, the guardian of the moon. She wishes for a companion to cross the sky with her during the quiet nights, someone she can speak with, and share the glory of the night with. I know you may not answer my plea, but I had to try. Please, grace my dear Lenauros with the companion she deserves.”

The vortex continued to lazily swirl, as if deaf to Silauros’ desperate request. His eyes watched the creator, his heart becoming heavy as it continued to swirl, no activity forthcoming, many moments passing. He lowered his head, bowing lightly to the energy mass, feeling as though he had failed the most important being in his life.

“Thank you for listening, Great Vortex. I apologize for disturbing your peace,” his rumbling voice, so much like thunder, seemed as if it had added rain to the mix, sadness dripping from his words as he started to step away. Then, as if the vortex was listening, it started to speed up, changing from the docile mass to a whirlwind. Silauros turned, watching in wonder as the vortex began the process of creation; a new Ahz was being born before him. The energy changed from a silvery white to a dark blue, purple an smeared within the tendrils of the vortex. Then from the midst came a dark paw; another followed. The shining golden beast watched in awe as a small Ahz stepped shyly from the vortex, silver eyes watching Silauros; his pelt was dark, like the sky above them, purple streaking his fur. Dotted along his back were small, silver dots, his straight horns shining in the light of the moon, liquid lazily running along his back. The sun Ahz could not believe his luck, and, proudly, he stepped before his newly born brother.

“Little brother, what has the Great Vortex called you in the moment of your arrival?”

“Ssil, Brother,” he replied, his voice quiet, yet strong, looking the larger male in the eye, “I am called Ssil.”

“Come, Brother Ssil. I have someone who would love to meet you this night.”

Once again, it was time for the sun to rise, and for the moon to set; Lenauros’ time having been quiet, but painful. She was exhausted, and weary as her brother rolled the sun above the horizon once again; her heart warmed as she witnessed the bright smile across her proud brother’s face.

“Sister! Do I have a surprise for you. Go rest, and see. Know that your brother shall always provide for you,” his booming voice called across the morning sky; her curiosity was piqued, and, so, she followed her brother’s instructions, pushing the large, silvery disc to it’s home once more. However, as she approached her own resting place, she found it was already occupied. She stopped before the smaller male, as he looked up at her, innocent eyes watching her every move.

“Hello, sister,” he spoke, still in the quiet voice he had greeted Silauros with after his birth, “I am Ssil…and I wish to accompany you across the sky. I wish to be your companion.”

She felt the connection immediately. While others of her kind had bonded with another beast, she had bonded with one of her own. When night came once more, the creatures awake enough to see, noticed one more fixture in the sky: accompanying the moon in it’s journey were many, many small silvery dots, sparking and winking above them. The creatures of Earth gave these dots a name, a name that would be translated into many languages, but all describe the same beast.

They called them stars.

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Tokori stared, in awe at the story Tartok had weaved before him. Pripyat had reclined during the story, though the dark Ahz knew he had been listening, “And that, my friends, is the story of the sun and moon, and how the stars came to be. There is more to the story of Silauros and Lenauros, however, but I believe that is enough for tonight.”

“Aww! But I want to hear more!” Tokori whined softly, earning a chuckle from Tartok.

“Maybe tomorrow night. For now, it is time to rest. Good night, Tokori, Pripyat.”

“Good night,” came the quiet, haunting Ahz’s voice from his place behind the tree.

As he started to drift off, Tartok heard Tokori’s soft voice sound, “Good night, Tartok, Prip…Good night, Lenauros, Ssil…”

Tartok could have sworn he saw a star wink back, as if telling them good night in return.

Art by Miakemi and -3B-
Story by Tiikeria

[jern.]

Saved for Team B.O.S.S We are just makign some final adjustments

Here is Our entry~ Be warned it is not for the easily Scared Not really but its kinda scary

[Onyxeva]

You should be posting your entries now~ 8D

Does anyone need any sort of extension?

[Desmond]

We need just a few more minutes, Onyx. c: We're nearly done.

[jern.]

And I think I may need a minute or two to fix a link in out entry <3

[Onyxeva]

Is 1 hour plenty of time for you all to finish up stuff? <3

[Desmond]

Should be perfect~ Thank you! <3