rocking to sleep (open; bedtime stories)

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    Moonbow sat in the main sleeping chamber, her wings folded comfortably behind her as she looked at the group of young kits and other NPC's in front of her. The flickering light from the fireplace cast an orange glow on her white feathers, contrasting with the darkness of the night outside of the window. Her watch would start soon, but she could take a few minutes to help put the younglings to sleep.


    "Alright, alright," she settled them, watching them cuddle in together to listen. "One bedtime story, and then you all go off to sleep, okay?"


    At their mumbled agreement, Moonbow cleared her throat, her eyes grazing the ceiling as she tried to recall the stories her mother had told her when she was young.


    "Many seasons ago," she began, her voice smoothing into a mysterious cadence appropriate for such a tale. "There lived, in the great white North, a great Empire of polar bears known as the Silver Fang Dynasty. Now, the Silver Fang Dynasty was ruled by a huge monster of a polar bear known as Raknar Silver Fang, who was descended from the first polar bear Emperor, known only as Silver Fang. Raknar Silver Fang was a terror to behold, eight feet tall, nine hundred pounds, with a necklace of owl talons draped around his thick, muscular neck. The only flaw to his physical form was a deep, hairless black scar that slashed down his muzzle. His army held the Arctic in an iron fist, punishing anyone who spoke out against him with the harshest of punishments, and stealing the eggs from the nests of the snowies who lived under his rule."


    Moonbow was dynamic as a storyteller, lifting and lowering her voice to keep her young audience spellbound in the story. They leaned in, their eyes gleaming with excitement.


    "And yet, as frightening as he was, the Snowy Owl Confederacy took hope from that scar, because it had been left by none other than my illustrious ancestor, Stargaze Graywinter, leader of the Confederacy. It was she who had led the last great attempt to dethrone Raknar, and her talons that had scored his muzzle, narrowly avoiding his thick fangs as they snapped at her tail feathers. But the attempt had been costly, and the Confederacy was failing, because their nests were being raided and they were not able to replace the soldiers that they lost. As time went on, they were growing weaker and smaller, until little hope remained. Stargaze made a decision to risk everything, the whole of her people, the future of owlkind, in a last attempt to take down the Empire."


    "Across the icy planes of Gar'dooshe, the final alliance of Snowy Owls flew, not knowing if they would ever return. Not knowing if they flew to their salvation, or to their doom. The sea-birds and the seals fled in the wake of the Confederacy, who blackened the moon with their numbers, the whole of their race combined into a final, desperate attempt to free their homeland from the Silver Fang Dynasty. They scaled the Ridge of Santise and came across the Silver Mountain, where the Dynasty centralized their power. At the peak, Raknar Silver Fang sat in his throne of ice, watching as the owls approached."


    "With a roar of command that shook the ice floes, Raknar spurred his army into battle. He controlled the land and the sea, but the skies were the last refuge of the owls. In teams of three or four, the Confederacy attacked the guards, snatching them in their long talons, and pulling them from the ledge with a screech of victory. On the slippery ice mountain, with its narrow ledges, the Confederacy had the advantage, and one by one, they pulled the polar bears just far enough that the evil army fell to their doom."


    Moonbow paused, twisting her head around dramatically to look at the kits and cubs before her. Her yellow eyes glowed in the firelight.


    "But it was not over yet."


    The snowy owl settled back into her nest, closing her eyes and drawing the kits attention with every small movement of her feathers.


    "Stargaze Graywinter knew that as long as Raknar breathed, the Dynasty survived. She took an elite group of her closest lieutenants to the Peak of the Silver Mountain, and found the evil polar bear, his thick claws piercing the ice around the throne as he roared a defiant challenge. Screeching a battlecry, Stargaze and her fleet swarmed Raknar Silver Fang, snatching at his fur with their talons and trying to drive him toward the edge. They swooped and swerved in the air, trying desperately to take him down, but Raknar would not be so easily defeated. His paw slashed through the air, clubbing a lieutenant so hard that she fell from the air, never to rise again. With a renewed vengeance, Stargaze's fleet slashed at every inch of the tyrant with their beaks and talons, but with another swing of his massive paw, he brought down another owl."


    "With blood dripping from his claws, he roared again, and Stargaze pulled her owls back for a moment to regroup. Four of them remained, and so the leader of the Confederacy formed a plan to defeat the bear. While three swarmed and kept Raknar busy, Stargaze flew as high as her wings would carry her, the air beginning to sting in her lungs. She peaked... and then dove, tucking her wings to grant herself speed. She fell faster and faster, the mountain growing in front of her, but she locked her attention on the black mark she had left on the bear's muzzle, and when she was close enough, she extended her talons and struck with all of the speed and power she had built in the sky."


    "Her talons met in his eye, and she felt a great pain in her wing as she crumpled to the ice. But her effort was not in vain, for at the loss of his eye, Raknar reared in pain and shock, which allowed Stargaze's lieutenants to finally pull him from the ledge. He plummeted to the ice, never to rise again. Although Stargaze would never fly easily again, she had deposed the great and terrible enemy of all snowy owls, and she became the first Queen of the Arctic Owl Kingdom, which would rule for many generations to come, free from the Silver Fang Dynasty menace."


    Moonbow opened her eyes to see the kits bouncing with excitement, some of them pretending to be polar bears as the others pounced on them. She sighed. Clearly, the story had not had the desired effect.


    "Does anyone else have a good story to tell?" she asked, looking to the other adults in the room.


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    prism padded up, dipping his head toward everyone present. "story time for the youngins, huh?" he smiled and plopped down. "i reckon i could tell one." he would have started right then but buck was too tired atm.
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    The jaguar's ears perked at the kid and he chuckled lightly, rubbing his head with his paw. "a'right, lemme think up one." He placed his paw back down onto the castle floor and took a deep breath as he thought, looking up at the ceiling. After a few moments he spoke up once more. "Okay, I'm not quite sure where I heard this one but it came to mind cuzza' Moonbow's tale. Old battles in cold places wise." He nodded slow then reclined so he could get comfortable to begin. "Long ago, there was a clan of dogs somewhat like the Nox now. they lived in a beautiful valley with lotsa beautiful blooms, bountiful prey, n' basically eternal summer. they was so poor they didn't have a bucket to piss in or a window to throw it out of, no castle or nothin', but they had their own person eden there. it was good times." he smiled soft. "o'course, good stuff don't last. one day, durin' a nice little festival, a creature so large that it blotted out the sun approached their camp. it took the shape of a two leg but had the terrible claws of a dragon and a face like Mephistopheles himself. most notedly, it was comprised entirely of ice n' smelled strongly of salt which warned of its presence. when it arrived, it brought one terrible fist down into the lush grass and a sickly frost crawled all o're the land, instantly shriveling the trees n' rottin' the fruit n' even crackin' the ground itself with the intensity. in the trees' place sprouted giant glaciers and from the cracks in the earth swelled not the bowels of lava, but instead water as cold as a widow's heart." the shogun took a deep breath. "naturally, the canines went forth to protect their homeland or what was left of it anyway. but the creature thwarted every attempt at physical rebuttal and kept on it's destructive rampage for miles n' miles. a whole continent's worth of ice." he paused momentarily to let them digest that information.


    "their brigade was eventually forced back to the sea by the creature. they had no choice but to flee into the frozen waters. every time they would attempt to return the land, the titan would come boundin' back to force retreat. many who hadn't died in battled, died there in the frosty waves. not only that but there was mutiny among the ranks along with a division of the forces. this went on for decades as the situation grew more and more desperate. that's what happens when you don't got no bad to balance the good. when bad finally comes along, you ain't ready for it." he cleared his throat. "anyway, the garrison soon learned to adapt. they began huddlin' up for warmth, rubbin' sea weed onto their coats to keep them oiled up n' prevent sheddin', n' changed their diets to mostly fish n' sea bird. they even learned how to fight sharks. once they had regained their strength and found peace long enough to unite as one once more, they renewed their courage to defend and offend. on the front lines were dogs of spotted pelt, considered the bravest and fiercest of the clan. in one final, bloody affront they were able to sever the creatures feet as he terrorized them from the shore and it tumbled into the ocean with a tremendous splash! it began to dissolve in the ocean, it's ice particles breaking up and the salt mixing in with the dark waters. the seals were finally free!"


    he sighed a little and shook his head. "except they weren't. yeah, you heard me right just then. the seals. the dogs had spent such a long time in the water that their bodies adapted n' they grew flippers where their feet was s'pposed to be n' their tails consumed their whole backside n' grew fins too. those spotted dogs i mentioned before became leopard seals. they all belonged to the sea then and had no choice but to make it their new home." prism closed his eyes and leaned back, smiling slightly. "that's the seal tribal story for how the antarctic was made, why the sea is so salty, n' why there are seals."


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  • [align=center][fancypost bordercolor=transparent; fancypost bgcolor=transparent][justify][color=silver]"damn," was all lacey uttered, keeping her voice down so the kittens wouldn't repeat it. she had a few stories, but they were all beyond weird and a lot of them were pretty graphic. she sat beside prism, twitching an ear. she'd heard some stories that didn't contain anything too freaky, but that was about it. "i might have one," she said after a moment, curling her tail around her paws.

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    Moonbow had never heard of a leopard seal before. In her homeland, there were the elephant seals and the harp seals that the polar bears preyed upon, but leopard seals were probably from the other side of the world. She'd heard tales about the other end of the world, where the warmth subsided to cold again, and flightless birds were the only creatures who thrived on the icy landmass. She would take her homeland instead, polar bears and all. She turned her attention to Lacey, wondering what the feline would tell.


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  • [align=center][fancypost bordercolor=transparent; fancypost bgcolor=transparent][justify][color=silver]lacey shrugged, shifting in her spot and opening her jaws to begin - a yawn escaped instead, followed by a small cloud of flames. "whoops." she waved at it, shooing it away. "aaanyway, there was once a little boy who lived in a house of skeletons." she coughed and continued, "the house itself wasn't made of bones, but its inhabitants were. the boy, however, was the only living thing. he was sick - and not the curable kind of sick, where you give someone medicine and it goes away soon enough. it was in his head. he couldn't replace his brain with a new one." she paused again to see if she had confused anyone yet. nope, apparently not. "he named the skeletons. he named the tiny fetus in the back of the house, too, who had shriveled up and died. he even danced with them, to pass the time. he had fun pulling them apart and glueing them together again - they never stuck, though. he was left with a pile of bones each time. he thought he'd been struck with every sickness in the book, except for one - which was the one he actually had." another pause, as lacey tried to remember the rest.


    "he just started screaming, and he didn't stop. he screamed the names of the skeletons that were just piles of bones now, rotting and turning to dust. he threw things, he broke things, he kinda broke himself." she let out a little laugh there. "of course, the neighbours down the road managed to hear this and instantly called for help. they broke down the door and starting shouting various things, but the sight of all the bones and blood stopped them from even batting an eye. the boy cried and pointed at them, rambling about how they were the bad guys. they were human, and the ones he lived with no longer were." she didn't think that would give anyone nightmares - there was no blood or gore in it! just bones and some mentally ill child. "he hit them until they started hitting back, kicking and screaming and strapping him down to a stretcher. they could work on his broken ribs and fractured skull, but they didn't have the technology in that area to try and get an accurate diagnosis, or any treatment, for that matter.


    "instead of trying to help him, he was placed in a padded cell. he'd been clutching onto a tiny bone, but they didn't notice. it made an imprint in his palm. he was left in a mental institution for years - till the power went out. without any light, he became paranoid. the fabric tore and he could move his arms just enough to start scraping at the walls, screeching to be let out."


    and she finished her jumble of nonsense there, giving them a wide grin. "done."

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