princess
SilverSpring
CitrusArms
Not a Sayan
Tae
Fetzen
Ohm
SkyeOfStarsThe voice in my head has some questions about you. No, I am not crazy.
Why are these questions important?
-Silence-
What is your real name?
Never mind, arguing with you is pointless. If I can remember I think it was Troy S... something, Smith maybe.
Make sure no one learns it. So, have you thought of a good alias for yourself?
What is an alias? You mean nick name? Uhh I think I have over heard some villagers call me... Bear yes that sounds right. Bear.
How old are you, anyway?
Old? Oh right, I have survived 26 winters.
How would you describe your own appearance? Height, hair, clothes, whatever.
I still do not understand why this is important. I would say I'm as tall as a three winters old spruce tree (6' feet) and as heavy as an adult reindeer (264 lbs.). My hair is as black as night and rests on my shoulders, my beard is as neat as I can get it... it can get in the way. I do wear wool clothes that are plain and tan, but mostly what I wear is my furs and I really like the brown grizzly bear fur. Other than that I have an old canvas backpack.
Recently all of us are afflicted with these impossibly unreal abilities. Like Mystics. What is your ability?
Strange questions get stranger answers. I suppose you’re talking about what I can do that others can’t, the thing that quite possibly got my life givers killed? Hmm taking the souls of the animals and people I touch would be well enough on its own yet the great mother decided I needed something more. She gifted me with the ability to control her children, to dominate wildlife, to be an alpha. It does not seem to matter if they are tame or wild. When it comes to how difficult it is one animal is well enough on its own when it’s calm but put multiple animals in or angry animals that’s when it gets to the point where I tend to pass out or get weaker.
Yet when I do these things I can feel something, something more than what I am now. I feel like I can be stronger, that I can be faster, that my senses and reflexes can be keener. That in the end I can be one with these animals and nature.
What is your voice like? Has he told you anything aside to search for Elvarren?
The voice what voice… oh you mean Steve? Steve is ok but gets upset when I call him that. He tells me or gives me a feeling of what to do or where to go. Like a compass, he’s not always around but lately he has been telling me to find “the time before sunset” and “others” with the random “feed” or “survive” thrown in. then he also whispers a word or maybe a name, I do not understand it. All he says is Elvarren.
Where did you come from, and how long have you been looking for Elvarren?
My Life givers lived in a small cabin deep within the Alaskan wilderness, what I have heard some call a home stead. I have been without them for 16 winters, they were good teachers, taught me how to talk, how to count, and how to survive. It has been 8 winters since the voice really started talking to me and when the hunger grew, 8 winters since I boarded up that cabin and set out to the east following Steve’s subtle directions, it doesn’t help that neither of us are good at talking.
How did you end up here?
Hiking through the mountains with vague directions is difficult, especially when one must worry about supplies, animals, and those weird people that try to follow you. Steve says they are dangerous so I avoid them and hide. I'm good at hiding and avoiding them, they don’t seem to have as much fun as I do in the forest though.
Anything else you want to get off your chest?
The first animal I befriended was a mama bear, I brought her home but she didn’t like my life givers and killed them then left with some berry jam. That was a weird day, oh I almost forgot they never taught me how to read or write, I’ve learned enough to get by by myself but not much.
It is good to meet you, friend. You’ll be safe here – for the time being…
No place is safe forever.
Why are these questions important?
-Silence-
What is your real name?
Never mind, arguing with you is pointless. If I can remember I think it was Troy S... something, Smith maybe.
Make sure no one learns it. So, have you thought of a good alias for yourself?
What is an alias? You mean nick name? Uhh I think I have over heard some villagers call me... Bear yes that sounds right. Bear.
How old are you, anyway?
Old? Oh right, I have survived 26 winters.
How would you describe your own appearance? Height, hair, clothes, whatever.
I still do not understand why this is important. I would say I'm as tall as a three winters old spruce tree (6' feet) and as heavy as an adult reindeer (264 lbs.). My hair is as black as night and rests on my shoulders, my beard is as neat as I can get it... it can get in the way. I do wear wool clothes that are plain and tan, but mostly what I wear is my furs and I really like the brown grizzly bear fur. Other than that I have an old canvas backpack.
Recently all of us are afflicted with these impossibly unreal abilities. Like Mystics. What is your ability?
Strange questions get stranger answers. I suppose you’re talking about what I can do that others can’t, the thing that quite possibly got my life givers killed? Hmm taking the souls of the animals and people I touch would be well enough on its own yet the great mother decided I needed something more. She gifted me with the ability to control her children, to dominate wildlife, to be an alpha. It does not seem to matter if they are tame or wild. When it comes to how difficult it is one animal is well enough on its own when it’s calm but put multiple animals in or angry animals that’s when it gets to the point where I tend to pass out or get weaker.
Yet when I do these things I can feel something, something more than what I am now. I feel like I can be stronger, that I can be faster, that my senses and reflexes can be keener. That in the end I can be one with these animals and nature.
What is your voice like? Has he told you anything aside to search for Elvarren?
The voice what voice… oh you mean Steve? Steve is ok but gets upset when I call him that. He tells me or gives me a feeling of what to do or where to go. Like a compass, he’s not always around but lately he has been telling me to find “the time before sunset” and “others” with the random “feed” or “survive” thrown in. then he also whispers a word or maybe a name, I do not understand it. All he says is Elvarren.
Where did you come from, and how long have you been looking for Elvarren?
My Life givers lived in a small cabin deep within the Alaskan wilderness, what I have heard some call a home stead. I have been without them for 16 winters, they were good teachers, taught me how to talk, how to count, and how to survive. It has been 8 winters since the voice really started talking to me and when the hunger grew, 8 winters since I boarded up that cabin and set out to the east following Steve’s subtle directions, it doesn’t help that neither of us are good at talking.
How did you end up here?
Hiking through the mountains with vague directions is difficult, especially when one must worry about supplies, animals, and those weird people that try to follow you. Steve says they are dangerous so I avoid them and hide. I'm good at hiding and avoiding them, they don’t seem to have as much fun as I do in the forest though.
Anything else you want to get off your chest?
The first animal I befriended was a mama bear, I brought her home but she didn’t like my life givers and killed them then left with some berry jam. That was a weird day, oh I almost forgot they never taught me how to read or write, I’ve learned enough to get by by myself but not much.
It is good to meet you, friend. You’ll be safe here – for the time being…
No place is safe forever.