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January 2021 Element Suggestions: - Hope - Breaking Free - SABOTAGE - New Beginnings (can be anything that shows something new; in seasons, thought, life, choices, or even the words together "new beginnings" - such as 'Here's to new beginnings!', etc). Recap Cliffnotes for YEARS of story writing is here: http://www.tawmis.com/stonehowl/stonehowlrecap.html Rumdreer – a vicious human, widely known to Buren from a tribe called The Bloodtide – name so, for the sheer violence they thrived in. Rumdreer had just thrown his axe – an axe he’d used to kill over one hundred other humans and “demons” – and watched in horror as it stopped in mid-air, stopped by Stonecutter – the young son of Buren and Stream. Stonecutter with a thrust of his hand had thrown it back at the violent human, who easily dodged the axe that landed somewhere behind him. The skies above darkened as grey-black clouds blotted out the moons and stars. Windfetcher signaled for the approaching wolves to stop. Their eyes glistened like golden orbs, reflecting the torchlight held by some of the humans. “Do you think we’re afraid of your wolves,” Rumdreer laughed. “We killed giant eagles that demons like you rode upon. What is a wolf going to do that a demon’s giant bird can’t?” He pointed to his axe lying on the stony floor behind him. “I don’t need that axe to kill you. Hundreds have died, choking for their last breath, with my hands firmly attached around their throats.” “I’m disappointed in you Buren,” Rumdreer sneered. “Your father – despite the coward that he was, running to his bitch shaman for help – he at least remained in charge. He knew that a woman could never lead. You were next to lead his people. He tried to groom you for that. But he said you were too weak. And I see it now. You let this woman – and,” he looked over Windfetcher, “by the looks of it, she’s barely older than you. And you lay with one of these – that one,” he pointed to Stream, “is my guess, by the look of concern in her eyes. Your father was right. You’re weak. Driven by the need to please women. Women don’t want that. They want to be taken. Told what to do. Have a strong, male leader tell them what to do. What to think. A woman’s use is to bare children. Continue your bloodline. You at least got part of that right – but you did it with a demon.” Rumdreer signaled for the others to unleash their arrows. He waited to hear the sound of arrows whistling by his ears as he’d heard hundreds of times before. He turned and saw all of them had held their place. “Fine,” he growled, “I will do it myself.” He reached down for his axe, surprised to see it was no longer lying on the floor. He looked up, just in time for Ayav, a strong, six foot, blond female, with piercing blue eyes, bringing his own axe into his chest. He stared up at her in horror as his life bled out rapidly from his chest. She kept a firm clasp on the hilt of the axe as she brought her foot up and kicked Rumdreer off the axe, and watched as his eyes gazed up to her, his life bleeding out as quickly as the blood on the floor. She looked at the elves then slammed the axe, blade first, into a nearby tree, burying the blade deep into it’s bark. “Why?” Burn asked, still with an arrow in his shoulders. The other humans had withdrawn their arrows and were already turning around silently to head back down the path. Ayav nodded to Windfetcher. “She was right. He talks too much. All we’ve ever known is hatred. And it was easy. Because we saw the ‘demons’ as different. This is the first time we’ve seen a human living among the demons. And a child born of that human and demon. We can’t be forgiven for what we’ve done, but we can hope to perhaps change our ways, find a new beginning, and break free of our old ways.” As she turned and began to leave, she paused and looked over her shoulder. She looked at Buren, then Stonecutter, then Rumdreer, whose pale white body and blue lips, was clearly now dead. “Cut out his eyes,” she said, “so that in the after life he can never find his way.” And then she continued down the path. • Vineweaver (Male Soul Name: Reyk) – Auburn Hair, Blue Eyes (Tree shaper, Soul Mate of Stillbreeze, Plant Shaper) • Stillbreeze (Female Soul Name: Hewl) – Brown Hair, Brown Eyes (Soul Mate of Vineweaver, Tanner) • Echo (Male Soul Name: Ayav) – Brown Hair, Green Eyes (Cub of Stillbreeze & Vineweaver, Magic)- About twenty three years old. • Windfetcher (Female Soul Name: Burm) – Auburn Hair, Brown Eyes (Cub of Stillbreeze & Vineweaver) – About twenty three years old, Chieftess • Snowspring (Female, Soul Name: Tylo – Black Hair, Green Eyes) – Fourteen years old. Daughter of Shadow and Foxhair. • Stream (Female Soul Name: Vree) – Red Hair, Green Eyes (Healer) • Buren (Human, Brown hair, hazel eyes) – About 25 years old in human years • Stonecutter (half elf/half human, son of Stream and Buren – brown hair, green eyes) – About seven years old