User:Bloodrose66
....A Matter of Style....
The folklore of more then one group of native americans includes stories about coyote and raven interactions.I witnessed such an encounter early one morning while walking the banks of the Rillite river near Tucson.Two ravens were in the center of a dry riverbed,actively complaining.About five feet from them was a coyote,nose to the ground,casually sniffing about.Evidently locted between the two groups was a object--possibly a bit of food--that all three coveted.The ravens asserted themselves through noise and occasionally hopping about,but never getting to close to the canine.The coyotes approach to the matter was completely the opposite,he smply did not acknowledge the birds' presence.He never looked at them.He made no move in their direction.One could almost hear him mutter,"I don't see anything.Do you see anything?I don't see anything."Eventually the coyote trotted down the riverbed,apparently oblivious to the ravens' continued harangue.It seemed as both the coyote and the ravens had forgotten whatever it was that had sparked the debate,the coyote believing that he was the victor in this confrontation by his superior demeanor,and the ravens believing that they were the winners by raucous strength of voice.Of course the ravens returned to claim there prize,whatever it was. __-Peggy Larson__
Felundin lore speaks of a girl shrouded in darkess and enveloped in fear,who had a curious love for animals,Ravens most of all.She beleived that ravens were souls traveling between lives.Many days were spent talking to the birds,telling tales of fantasy and dreams.She even crafted wings for herself from old tattered feathers the birds dropped.Slowly her love grew for her new found flock of ravens....One raven stood out from the rest though,as if he'd captured a special peice of her heart.One day in a violent storm,while she pretended to glide and fly with her friends,A raven landed on her arm.To her astonishment he spoke,You can be with us forever,he whispered.You can free my soul...my love...and we can be one.The girl eagerly agreed.Above all else she dreamed of soaring through the heavens.
The raven flew from her arm and lead her to a small river.Here he said,This is where you will free me.Hours past as he voiced the ritual to her,and she mirrored his instruction's with care.With the final circle drawn the spell was set in motion.Rapidly the ravens wings melted from his body,as he began to grow at a frightning rate.At the same time two jet black stumps shot from the girls back forming eliptical wings.When all was quiet a man rose from the feathers where the raven once fell.The girls face twisted in disgust,for she realized she had been tricked. As the legend goes she still wanders the lands of felundin in search of a way to break her curse and settle her score with the dark wizard that stole her dreams and connection to life.Forever she will search far and wide,heavens and hell for the man they call...........................Bloodrose
