Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)
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				Title: <strong>Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 04:31:17</strong>
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				<em>Beltane.</em><br><br>The Rite of Spring was in full force, girls and men dancing to bring the summer months, trees full of green.&nbsp; The air was full of the scent of flowers, heady in their perfume.&nbsp; Weaving among the others, as if they were the vines of the brier rose, she laughed gaily, yet another year that they had survived the harsh winter.&nbsp; The early fruits of the warm season were bountiful, laid out for those who chose to feast instead of dance...the rest would be left for the evening, when the bonfires were lit to herald the new season.&nbsp; And nighttime was always the best for when the visions came.<br><br>Stopping for breath, the girl still giggled, hand on her chest as she stepped out of the reach of other hands, protesting that she was leaving to soon.&nbsp; Shaking her head, she humored them, and watched from under the canopy of one of the large trees.&nbsp; They could continue without her for a while...it would not hurt to wait until the ribbons came out...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 05:04:53</strong>
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				<em>Beltane.</em><br><br>The grass rolled like waves across a sea of the plain. Even the gentle spring breeze rustled the long grass in a way that sounded like the ocean. Bright green grass waved and tossed clear to the horizon and the forest nearby lowed and sighed. It was music to the Druid's ears. Home and beauty. Of a life that was as ancient and wonderful as anyone could imagine. The winters were hard, last winter had been harder than some the young man had endured. . . But not the hardest by far. Things were easing for his people.<br><br>This made him happy.<br><br>As did his chore today make him very glad.<br><br>He sat apart from the crowd, his strong legs astride a blood colored bay stallion, in his hand he held the mane to a gentle dapple grey mare. "Come girl. It's time." His voice was melodic and low, gentle, yet it carried with the strength of his position in their community. The Elder Druid, though by far one of the youngest of the Order.<br><br>His hazel eyes were warm with sunshine and with the mirth of the celebration. Summer was upon them! It was time to give thanks to the Gods and Goddesses that held them over through the cold months, to the dieties of life and birth and love.<br><br>It was her Rite of Passage, and he would escort her into the priesthood himself, taking the barrier of her innocence from her so that she, as a woman, could divine the will of the Goddess. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 05:54:02</strong>
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				Eyes as gray as the darkening stormclouds looked up at the man astride the great stallion, pausing for only a moment before swinging up onto the back of the gray.&nbsp; The feel of the horse's calm breaths between her legs was soothing, methodical.&nbsp; The impending journey this day was not a searching journey but one of a new life, prophesied when she was but a girl.&nbsp; Since then, the Gift had manifested itself in little spurts, none controlled.<br><br>But this day, this journey would bring about her ability to control the visions and help her people benefit from them.&nbsp; It was honor enough the Elder himself had come for her.&nbsp; He, above all, knew what she was destined to do.<br><br>Whispering gentle encouragement to the mare she sat astride, she leaned back, deep auburn curls falling down her back, as she watched him expectantly, a soft smile tickling at the edge of her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 06:11:31</strong>
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				The man lifted his head, gazing down at the smaller woman astride. His face was stern, almost emotionless but for the flicker of warmth in his eyes. The God had shown him her potential years ago. Now it was time to show her the path to the Spirit world. Their work today would securely bind her to the will of the Goddess as surely as his own had brought about the bond with the God. It was her destiny as surely as it had been his own. Fortold at their births that they would lead their people into a Golden time. A time when the rivers ran silver and the sun shone brass and bronze on the tribe.<br><br>He stood, looking at her almost impassively for a long while. Was she, indeed, ready for what would come this day? The responsibilities were great, he knew. Leading one's people was a blessing and a curse. One could not always interprate the will of the Gods and Goddesses that ruled them. . . The people looked to them for guidance and protection, and that could not always be delivered. People died, it was a part of life. . . And life was almost never easy.<br><br>So today was a day of celebration of not only spring, but survival.<br><br>Survival and initiation.<br><br>She was ready. He grinned at her, full of the love he had come to feel for the girl over the past years of training by the old priestess. Their people would have a new priestess soon. . . And a mated pair of Druidic leaders. This was generally rare. . . A good sign.<br><br>Perhaps she did not know that what they were about to do was the beginning of such a partnership. . . One not only of spirit and in leading their people together. . . But in physical body and in love.<br><br>He was not just leading her to the Goddess she served, but to her wedding bed.<br><br>He would explain to her in time, why he had not told her. It was her choice, in the end, but he hoped that she would not choose to forget the training of the past years. Indeed, not only his loins burned with desire for her, but so too his mind. He wanted to know the girl better, to be one with her, always.<br><br>It was fortold.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 13:16:35</strong>
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				Nickering, the mare shifted on her feet, as ready to be off as she was.&nbsp; This part of the ritual was still a mystery, and she would have to be led, but she longed for the open air of the moors.<br><br>Working her fingers into the mare's mane, she flattened herself against the beast's back and grinned challengingly before kneeing the gray into action.&nbsp; Steadily working the horse into a gallop,&nbsp; it was not long before she was out in the waving green, her sights set on the distant gray standing stones she had known all her life.&nbsp; The place was powerful, that was all she knew, and that today's ritual would take place there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 22:23:34</strong>
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				Llewellyn grinned after the woman as she galloped away. The mare, and the girl, were both spirited. The druid relished the challenge. He was a high energy creature, tending towards movement and life rather than quiet meditation. Riding, and movement itself, was a form of meditation. A man could become one with the world if he let himself move with it.<br><br>So move he did, following the girl and catching her up quickly, riding up over a small ridge and looking down upon her as he did so. She was so beautiful. . .<br><br>Grinning, he manuvered his steed along side her, though the stallion could easily overtake and out distance the young mare, this wasn't a competition, it was the beginning of a partnership. He would match his pace to hers in all things and together they would lead their people.<br><br>When they arrived at the Stones of Power, he rode about it in a wide arch, letting his stallion slow at his own pace, so as not to strain the animal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>09-08-2010, 22:56:27</strong>
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				As the Stones loomed ahead of them, her knees let off the mare's side, the horse slowing to a trot almost immediately.&nbsp; Panting for breath, the girl laughed with the exhilaration of the moment, sparkling eyes looking over at&nbsp; the man who had chosen her--her mentor and friend.<br><br>Slowing to a stop, the mare dipped her head almost automatically to graze.&nbsp; Slipping to the ground, her feet sank into lush green, before looking with wonder at the old worn stones, half again as tall as her companion.&nbsp; Reverent fingers touched stone as she made her way to the&nbsp; center, and stopped, turning toward him as if expectant.<br><br>She could feel in her very core that it was high time, a tingle of something else buried deep as well.<br><br>"I am ready."&nbsp; She said simply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 02:18:11</strong>
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				The druid continued to walk his horse around the stones slowly, hands on his thighs as he watched her, took her in. A smile flitted over his lips and his eyes were heavy lidded against the sharp sunshine, made all the brighter by the clarity of the air due to an approaching storm.<br><br>The Gods were pleased.<br><br>Silently, he slid down from the blood colored stallion, his feet sinking gently into the sea of green grass just as hers had. His body was alive with well being and strength. . . And with the Power than hummed in his ears as he stepped between the stones to approach the new priestess.<br><br>"Are you?" His voice was soft still, a bit amused. "How much do you know of the Goddess' will, child?"<br><br>He stood before her, head canted to the side. "I am not only offering you a portal to Her will, girl. I am offering myself."<br><br>A silent, pregnant pause. In the distance, a peel of low thunder rolled over the grass sea.<br><br>"Do you accept?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 03:52:28</strong>
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				Blinking in surprise, she felt her breath catch.&nbsp; That he proposed a union between the two of them was profound.&nbsp; A pairing such as he spoke of had not happened in as long as the history she could remember.&nbsp; <br><br>The peal of thunder above them made her look up, a smile blooming on her lips before she looked back to him.&nbsp; "You speak of the prophecy... I have been its vessel since I was born."&nbsp; <br><br>Stepping closer to him, she smiled fondly at him, holding out her hand.&nbsp; "I never saw that it was you..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 04:29:34</strong>
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				The man smiled at her, his dark brows raised over golden green eyes. Lionlike eyes. It was rumored that the man was a vessel for a far older god than the ones the tribe knew of. A god with tawny fur and long fangs, a hunter's God. A protective God. A God that watched over it's people with a sleeping eye until waked to fury and war. . . A devistating God.<br><br>"You are Her vessel," He nodded, aknowledging her statement. "And I do speak of the Prophesy. When the God takes to him a wife of great Power, so a Goddess is born. . . And in accepting the God as her mate, She empowers him. It is a cycle, Angarhad, that never ceases. . . And when it is mirrored on earth, it heralds a time of great peace and prosperity for our people."<br><br>She knew all this, but it bore saying again. He took her hand, squeezed it gently. "The thing I ask of you is no small matter, even for ones as us, born under the Words of the Gods, girl. . . Do you accept your responsibility to the People? To transfer the visions and words of the Goddess to them? And do you accept me? To walk beside me, counsil with me, and lead them into this age with wisdom and strength? "<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 15:54:39</strong>
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				Standing before her was a man she had grown to respect and even love, though she had always hidden it well.&nbsp; Her companions from childhood had always seen her training as something profound, while it had been normal for her.&nbsp; Llewellyn's presence in her life had been expected, a given.<br><br>His words meant more than the woman who had patiently taught her every ounce of knowledge she could impart.&nbsp; What more could she do but accept what had&nbsp; been expected of her.&nbsp; No need to profess the love she felt...<br><br>Brushing gentle fingers against his cheek, she smiled wryly.&nbsp; Indeed, her life had become irrevocably entwined with his...<br><br>"I will bind myself to the people...to speak the will of the Goddess and guide them with a gentle hand...and I will to you as a yielding queen to a mighty king, to foster prosperity and longevity for as long as we are able."&nbsp; The words came with only a little falter, knowing with her words that the old woman who had trained her would begin to wane, her vitality and power mystically transferring to the girl.<br><br>This was her destiny and, once the nooning and the ritual had passed, she would be what she had been born to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 02:24:46</strong>
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				"Together, we will lead them into a Golden Age." He replied, turning to face her. His head bent ever so slightly to press against her fingers. Words weren't needed for such feelings. He loved her, and let the actions speak louder than words now. He knelt her down in the center of the ring, kneeling before her as well, facing each other, body to body.<br><br>Silently, he took a strip of leather and tied a complex Spirit knot. He tied the thong around his wrist, and bound his wrist over hers, securing the knot with a twin below.<br><br>"Ever after, our spirits bound. To lead the People as one entity. I the swordarm of the Goddess, and you the vessel in which she abides. I serve you as I serve the people." Even he did not know the long reaching affects of the bond they were about to consumate, but silently, he lowered his mouth to hers, hovering, waiting for the words she must say to complete the vows. . . Like a spell, but so much more powerful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>11-08-2010, 11:40:57</strong>
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				Her breath caught with the closeness of him, their lips only a breath apart.&nbsp; Bound to him not only by a simple leather thong, but&nbsp; in heart, mind, will, and spirit, her vision became hazy.<br><br>It was high time...<br><br>"And I am a temper to the steel of the God, you his instrument of destruction.&nbsp; Only through our union will sheath meet steel to bring the will of earth and sky to our people.&nbsp; I serve you as I serve the people...with humility and love."<br><br>Carefully, Angharad laid back in the green grass, the feel of the ancient altar covered&nbsp; with a century of earth hard benearth the surface.&nbsp; It was here all rites of their people had been done, and now they would join those that had come before.<br><br>"Heart of my heart, mind of my mind, spirit of my spirit...join with me in celebration of this land.&nbsp; It has been told of us since before we were born."<br><br>Queen of the May and Green Man were all they were now, ritually tied to the land,&nbsp; but the people they were felt the connection as well as any deity would.&nbsp; <br><br>Angharad-the-queen spoke of mighty deeds and bountiful harvests, while there were tears of joy in the eyes of Angharad-the-girl.&nbsp; This day, the idle infatuation of the girl would become the encompassing love of the woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 19:58:48</strong>
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				Llewellyn followed her down to the soft grass, ever his lips close to her own. "Heart of my heart, mind of my mind, spirit of my spirit. . . Join with me in celebration of the land." He whispered along with her, his gold-green eyes heated and distant, as if he was watching something far away, or everything he may have missed in his short life, in a split moment. The eyes of a God, and the eyes of a man, all at the same time.<br><br>They were filled with love.<br><br>He was silent now, as silent as a stalking wolf, a prowling lion. His body fluid and flowing, all movement and life. He kissed her then, fire and passion and gentleness tempered into one being. His free hand slid down her body, even as he tugged the binding free on his wrist. It came apart, but only to reveal a long thong of leather that bound the knot at his wrist to the one he had bound on hers. Two bodies, with actions and minds of their own. . . Bound together with leather as their souls were bound together by love and ritual.<br><br>His hand rested between her legs and his eyes rested on hers. He felt his heart roll in his chest, as if it were swelling to be able to encompass the emotions that she brought into his wild soul.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 15:00:13</strong>
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				Her breath caught at his touch, her free&nbsp; hand sliding against the back of his neck to draw him close for another kiss.&nbsp; His lips were sweeter than she had imagined, tasting of honey-mead.&nbsp; Instinct demanded her hands go to work, and she slowly inched the linen shift she wore up over&nbsp; her head, to leave her bare on the earth beneath him.<br><br>A lightning strike in the distance brought a peal of angry thunder, filling the air around them with&nbsp; a sort of electricity, power.&nbsp; It was a good sign.<br><br>Smiling up at him, she moved her hips against his fingers experimentally, gasping softly, more thunder sounding further out.&nbsp; She could delay no longer; another soft kiss landed on his mouth turned&nbsp; hungry, feral.<br><br>The Goddess within her demanded the rite be completed, and the girl hadn't the words, only actions.
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				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>20-08-2010, 04:10:21</strong>
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				A groan rose up from his chest, answering the thunder with a bass rumble of his own. His body reacted to Angharad's kisses, tensing and relaxing like an animal about to pounce. He explored her mouth with his tongue, learning the feel of she who would be his forever, for the first time. . .<br><br>He regained enough wisdom, perhaps the God's own, perhaps experiance, to know that he could not rush this, however she wanted to rush. The young priestess was a virgin. She could not take him in such a passionate ritual without being prepared for him. . . He had no desire to harm her more than he would be forced to.<br><br>Tenderly, his fingers pressed between her legs, running over the slickened nub above the depths he so wanted to join with. Slow, careful circles, designed to drive her mad with desire. . . While at the same time his mouth left hers and trailed gentle kisses down her neck, shoulder, and collarbones before settling along her breast. Little nips and licks brought his mouth to her nipple that was quickly pulled into his mouth and between his teeth.<br><br>He groaned softly, feeling his own arousal like pain where he pressed his hips against her leg. He was barely able to control his desire to take her whether she was ready or not. He had waited for this ceremony for a long time, abstaining from love making as everyone did. . . But he had waited for her for far longer. . .
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 13:49:51</strong>
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				Following&nbsp; his lead, Angharad fought to temper her passion, gentled lips pressing soft kisses to the dark auburn hair atop his head.&nbsp; Her back arched languidly under his attentions, a soft gasp escaping her at his gentle, coaxing touch.<br><br>Perhaps it was a trick of her imagination, but the heightened sensation of air filled with the Power they would soon wield together.&nbsp; Smiling softly at him, the girl whispered,&nbsp; "Forgive my impatience...I have loved you all my life, and would have even if I was not Chosen..."<br><br>If she were not, she would have loved him for a lifetime, but now...she was permitted to love him for eternity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolfsinger</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 02:02:25</strong>
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				"I have waited for you for the length of mine. . . And now we may be together in spirit and in body too." He murmured softly, his lips barely a whisper above her skin, darting and swooping down to kiss and nuzzle randomly. He had loved her forever, it seemed. . . And now he could love her for longer than ever.<br><br>His fingers slid into her slick, waiting depths, his thumb still working the nub with a knowing touch. His body was rock hard, rigid with his desire, but he must. . . Help her, first. He would not take her before her body was prepared for the ritual. . . Even had they simply been making love for the first time, making love was a powerful thing, rippling with creative energies.<br><br>A low, languid purr rose in his throat and he bit at her nipple hard, unable to stop himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rhiannon's Wheel (daylily and wolfsinger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 17:37:06</strong>
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				Gasping in surprise, her fingers slipped into his hair, cradling him at her breast almost as a mother, but her hips hitched lustily, the barrier of her maidenhood just beyond the brush of his coaxing touch.&nbsp; The little pain of his probings seemed immaterial to the fire lit within her, surging out of control as her body and the Goddess aligned, a hand boldly reaching to caress the hardness pressing against her thigh.<br><br>Her gaze clouded slightly, the press of a vision behind her eyes. Surely his touch was the catalyst, and their own futures its wont.&nbsp; Her voice choked with need and the distance of the vision, hardly above a whisper.&nbsp; "Now is the time, Llew--"<br><br>She gasped, twisting beneath him suddenly, her body and mind fighting anew as both felt the full presence of the old priestess within her.&nbsp; Suddenly serene eyes smiled at him, her body relaxing to his touch, a knowing chuckle sounding in her throat.<br><br>Ancient words slipped from her lips, her eyes half closed as any sated being, "The vessel is ready to be filled, a willing sacrifice to her Goddess's will.&nbsp; Join with her and the Golden Age of the People will begin under your guidance.&nbsp; Do not tarry, boy, for the Stones have chosen well."<br><br>A ray of sunshine seemed to warm the grass, despite the electricity of the storm brewing about them, but all she saw was the mists of vision closing&nbsp; in about her, and the hazy form of her lover just beyond...
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