One week has passed. My soul is sore. I have beat myself up plenty. I cracked and bled. I need to recover. But only just a bit. I need not lose these feelings. But I need not be destroyed by them. The first time I experienced them, they nearly did so. And now, to gather them all up together... well... let's just say that I am happy for distractions.
So maybe this is a good time to get feedback. Despite the dry nature of telling (preaching) a creation myth, how is it going? And please be blunt.
It is white. A snowstorm blankets the sky making it difficult to differentiate between sky and earth. In the distance a shape emerges. The shape takes form and settles into that of a polar bear. The bear is trotting across the snowy landscape. It stops, momentarily to sniff the air, but doesn't like what it finds. The bear begins to scan around itself rapidly.
Suddenly, a wolf jumps from the blanket of snow to attack the bear. With a mighty swing of its arm, the wolf is knocked from the air and into a nearby snowbank. The bear steps to the side avoiding an attack from another wolf. The bear lets out a fierce roar and the snowstorm calms ever so slightly. With the break in the storm the bear notices that it has become surrounded by wolves.
The polar bear's body begins to warp and mutate. It's torso shortens and it's legs shift, adopting a bipedal stance. It's two mighty arms enlarge and opposable thumbs form with large and sharp claws.
"You Lupines disgust Ursal. Why is it that you have turned from the Earth Mother?" speaks the bear, "What would make you attack a Guardian?"
A white wolf, larger than its pack mates, steps forward and assumes a half wolf/half human form.
"It is you who have turned from the one true God, Ursal," barks the Alfa, "We were born cursed and have been given a chance at redemption."
With that, the rest of the pack shifts forms and pounce on the Werebear Guardian. Ursal swats one wolf from the air only to be bitten on the leg. A slash to that wolf leaves Ursal open and another wolf slashes at his side.
"BloodHounds are you then?" Ursal growls throwing a wide swing and backs himself towards a snowbank.
"Come out, Inquisitor!" Ursal roars. BloodHounds never attack without direct commands. "Come out before I make sure none of your pups here live to see the next Embodiment!"
The wolf pack suddenly stop their advance on Ursal. Their semicircle parts to reveal a man in red robes.
"So, Ursal, you are wise to the truths. But I wonder what part you shall play in all of this. What brings a Guardian into the U.S.? You have ran a great distance from the Motherland, have you not?"
