Reyr "Rain" Atoel

The Crimson Warder

a brief story of the past...

Once a kit from the Atoel, raised in the comfort of company and home, Reyr Atoel was their name. With everyone else smiling, talking and laughing, the kit found comfort all the same.The kit learned the truth that many were to hide, that there was a specific concept of soul. Souls and bodies carried different weight, and the bodies of some had a different role.Such were the truth, for men and women of tomorrow, the bodies of some bred to sacrifice in sorrow.
Such were the truth, that men had to follow, that their seeds were women's to borrow.Thus, the kit knew, when their sex came to bloom, that they had been cast upon a hex.
Thus, the kit knew, when their kin came to assume, that the man's life came for him next.

Once a kit from the Atoel, raised in the comfort of company and home, Reyr Atoel was their name. With everybody else pained, fearing and hollow, the kit found old comfort never the same.The kit learned the truth that many were to hide, that there was a concept of the male's body. Souls and bodies carried different weight, and it made for abandon and discard of soul.Such were the truth, for fearing and weak of tomorrow, the bodies of some bred to be crushed and swallowed. Such were the truth, that men had to follow, that their deaths were not to be sorrowed.Thus, the kit knew, when they held a blade in their grasp, that this new life was now of survival. Thus, the kit knew, when their kin screamed and cried, that there was no chance for revival.

Now a man of the Atoel, raised with death and emptiness, Reyr Atoel was their name. With nobody else but corpses and flies, the silence was ever the same.The man had taken the ideals of survival, and carried them with him to achieve being brave. The only solace that came to his heart, was for the few of his kin that could be given a grave.His prowess of the woods were bested by none other, and thus he had new duties to bare. To visit the tribe, a few cycles a time, he had dozens of beds against his will to share.Once done with the women, their souls of greater value, the man had to bear witness to his past. Small kit from the huts, dragged to the Warder's side, many whom would likely not last.

Now an apex of the Atoel, with a reputation and fame, the crimson-eyed Warder with good genes to offer. To scout the paths of Golmore, for any intruders, so they could be claimed in one-sided slaughter.The 'king' of the woods observed the rain-giving sky, and the way the clouds made it dimmer. From afar, something cried and caused unrest, as a beam from a tower came to shimmer.His dominance of the woods were bested by none other, and thus he had new duties to conduct. Duties likely fatal, to claim the apex' life, so the Queen spared no time and commanded him to fuck.Once done with the Queen, their soul of greatest value, the man had to step outside of the forest. The women had screamed, from afar in the trees, "Protect us!" they mightily chorused.

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You've reached the end of my carrd! I hope reading it has been of any interest to you. Some light information about me is...

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