Winterphnx
November 10th, 2008, 05:20 AM
Hey everyone,
Here is a starter chapter for one of the stories set in my furry world called Fuena. The series is called Anthrologies. I hope you enjoy the stories and let me know what you think.
ANTHROLOGIES
It is said in the beginning, our planet was a lifeless rock, floating endlessly through space. There was no water, no sky, no plants and creatures to call it home. Darkness encompassed our world. As they traveled the universe, the gods discovered this planet. But it was Isis and Osiris, both brother and sister, husband and wife who saw the potential in this rock. They decided that this would be their home and they would make it home to others. Isis spread her wings and flew over the dead land. The wind blew in her wake, and formed the sky. Clouds began to develop and grow heavy. The great rains came, carrying not only water to the surface, but seeds of all kinds. The seeds buried themselves into the ground and the waters filled the deepest parts of the planet. From the seeds grew grass, trees, and all manner of fauna. Isis saw that her creation was beautiful. She dubbed the new born world, Fuena. Isis turned to her husband for something was still missing.
In order to see the problem better, Osiris asked his brother Ra, god of the sun, to circle the planet. On Ra’s advice, Osiris planned to create creatures that would live and enjoy the planet his wife had given life to. Driving his paws into the ground, Osiris drew up the molten core that lay dormant in the center of the planet. Out of this, he fashioned creatures of many species. Each one he made different. When he had finished the first collection, he rested and admired his work. Isis too was pleased with her husbands work and breathed life into the figures of ash and stone. Thus, the furrs of Fuena were born. At first the gods were dismayed that their creation had neither notion of their creators nor any means of discerning them. To solve this problem, the gods blessed the furrs with intellect and wisdom. The furrs praised their creators for this gift.
It was when Set, Osiris’s brother, heard this praising that he became jealous. He had no interest in this world until he knew the power that it could bring him. While Osiris continued to labor over the creation, Set struck his brother down. In Ra’s absence, Set quartered his brother and hid Osiris’ pieces in different parts of the world. When Ra came around the next day, he found only the god’s blood spilt upon the land. Ra sent word to Isis and warned that evil had befallen Osiris. Declaring himself ruler of Fuena, Set cast darkness on the land, keeping Ra’s rays of light at bay. Because Isis could not see through Set’s darkness, she pleaded with Set’s wife Nephthys, goddess of the moon and stars, to help find the parts of Osiris’ body. Nephthys, with no love in her heart for Set, hung a light in the stars that would follow her as she walked along with her husband at night. Slowly she would turn it, as to keep him from seeing its soft light. By the light of this moon, Isis searched and found the pieces and moved them to a secret location on Fuena. Isis looked to Osiris’s son by Nephthys, Anubis, god of sciences, to help her put Osiris back together again. Using his knowledge, he mummified Osiris and rebound his body. Once his body was reformed, Isis drew not only on her divine power, but the life essence of the land around and granted new life to Osiris.
The god, however, would never be the same. He would forever be a living dead, unnatural to the world of Fuena. Osiris understood this and used his new stature to create one last thing. He formed a domain that paralleled the world above, a place where the souls of the dead would rest after life under his care. Things were not resolved in the overworld however.
Horus had been born to Isis and Osiris before the god was slain. Upon hearing of his father’s untimely death and Set’s ascension to the throne, Horus vowed that his father would be avenged and Horus would take his rightful place. With the help of the gods, including Ra; Bast, the goddess of knights and warriors; Hathor, goddess of music and love; and Thoth, god of magic, Horus cast Set from the throne and cursed him that he must never come within Ra’s light, lest he be cast forever into the depths of Osiris’ domain. Thus Set was forced to wander the earth endlessly in pursuit of his wife who betrayed him.
To this day, Horus reigns as the God of Kings and Osiris as the God of the Dead. The area where Isis resurrected Osiris is left barren and desert like. It is said, Set has since found a home in the northlands, where the ice and mountains are cold and deny the light’s warmth. He dwells deep in the caverns of the mountains. Other gods have joined the pantheon in the ages. Rarez, the god of luck and travel and his brother Torphet, the god of greed and scavenging have added their own influences.”
A gong sounded elsewhere in the temple. Paras’ ears twitched in the direction of the sound and he sighed with finality.
“Well I suppose that is enough history for today. Remember to record and memorize the histories. Our past is important for it teaches us all very valuable lessons,” The old wolf peered lovingly at each of his disciples in turn. Pushing his spectacles back up his muzzle, he waved a paw to dismiss the class, “Now go. I do not want any of you to be late for supper.”
The students left in a buzz. Paras had a special way of enchanting his class with such tales, though he would never admit it. It most pleased him when his disciples were enthralled by the end of class, sitting silent and attentive as if waiting for more. Paras could only smile and know that he had served them well. A part of him hoped that one of his students would take up his calling as a sage and priest so that he might pass all of his knowledge unto them. He was getting old and though many of the stories and legends were still clear in his mind, he felt the details and more obscure tales slipping away. The wolf found himself telling the stories to the dark at night, just so he didn’t forget anything the next day.
“Revered Paras?” a soft voice interrupted the sage’s thoughts. Looking up, Paras realized that not everyone had left. On her pillow in the middle of the room sat a small vulpine girl.
“I am sorry, little one. I was caught in a web of thoughts. What might I do for you?”
The young fox pondered for a moment then spoke, “I loved your stories today. I never knew where we came from. But I didn’t really think about it. I want to know more.”
Paras chuckled and smiled. There was hope for the next generation, “That is wonderful, little one. But you must be off to supper or you have to do chores for being late.”
“Oh I know. I will have to wait, I guess. But I did want to ask one thing,” the girl paused, probably figuring how to phrase the question, “At the end you talked about those gods who came later like Rarez and Torphet. But you didn’t say anything about Nimara and where she came from. I’d like to know more about her.”
Paras froze, unsure how to proceed. In his courses, he taught his students about the major gods of the pantheon, save a few. These few included the Divine Companion Nimara, goddess of sexuality and physical pleasure. Nimara’s scared path was something that Paras’ order did not teach on principle to younglings. If they wished to follow Her path when they were mature, that was their choice. The sage was certainly not going to discourage it, or encourage it for that matter. But a story has to be told for it to live and there was no harm in saying where Nimara came from.
“I will not keep you by telling you all that I know. But I will say that not all gods and goddesses were always deities. There are only a few, including Nimara, who earned their place amongst the gods,” Paras said. The little vulpine climbed to her feet. Already, the wolf could see the windmill working in her mind, churning the grains of thought. It wasn’t until she leaned in and kissed the side of his muzzle and bid him a good night that he realized she had more than a healthy interest in the ways of Nimara. Once she was gone, Paras sighed and stood. He had a few decisions to make in case she came asking again. His values told him to deter her from persuing such a path, but of all the priests and priestesses of the Solar Temple, he knew the most. If she were to study for that kind of life, he would rather tell her what he knows than let her be deceived or misguided. Shrugging, Paras headed to his chambers. Those were decisions he would make when the time came. No sooner.
Here is a starter chapter for one of the stories set in my furry world called Fuena. The series is called Anthrologies. I hope you enjoy the stories and let me know what you think.
ANTHROLOGIES
It is said in the beginning, our planet was a lifeless rock, floating endlessly through space. There was no water, no sky, no plants and creatures to call it home. Darkness encompassed our world. As they traveled the universe, the gods discovered this planet. But it was Isis and Osiris, both brother and sister, husband and wife who saw the potential in this rock. They decided that this would be their home and they would make it home to others. Isis spread her wings and flew over the dead land. The wind blew in her wake, and formed the sky. Clouds began to develop and grow heavy. The great rains came, carrying not only water to the surface, but seeds of all kinds. The seeds buried themselves into the ground and the waters filled the deepest parts of the planet. From the seeds grew grass, trees, and all manner of fauna. Isis saw that her creation was beautiful. She dubbed the new born world, Fuena. Isis turned to her husband for something was still missing.
In order to see the problem better, Osiris asked his brother Ra, god of the sun, to circle the planet. On Ra’s advice, Osiris planned to create creatures that would live and enjoy the planet his wife had given life to. Driving his paws into the ground, Osiris drew up the molten core that lay dormant in the center of the planet. Out of this, he fashioned creatures of many species. Each one he made different. When he had finished the first collection, he rested and admired his work. Isis too was pleased with her husbands work and breathed life into the figures of ash and stone. Thus, the furrs of Fuena were born. At first the gods were dismayed that their creation had neither notion of their creators nor any means of discerning them. To solve this problem, the gods blessed the furrs with intellect and wisdom. The furrs praised their creators for this gift.
It was when Set, Osiris’s brother, heard this praising that he became jealous. He had no interest in this world until he knew the power that it could bring him. While Osiris continued to labor over the creation, Set struck his brother down. In Ra’s absence, Set quartered his brother and hid Osiris’ pieces in different parts of the world. When Ra came around the next day, he found only the god’s blood spilt upon the land. Ra sent word to Isis and warned that evil had befallen Osiris. Declaring himself ruler of Fuena, Set cast darkness on the land, keeping Ra’s rays of light at bay. Because Isis could not see through Set’s darkness, she pleaded with Set’s wife Nephthys, goddess of the moon and stars, to help find the parts of Osiris’ body. Nephthys, with no love in her heart for Set, hung a light in the stars that would follow her as she walked along with her husband at night. Slowly she would turn it, as to keep him from seeing its soft light. By the light of this moon, Isis searched and found the pieces and moved them to a secret location on Fuena. Isis looked to Osiris’s son by Nephthys, Anubis, god of sciences, to help her put Osiris back together again. Using his knowledge, he mummified Osiris and rebound his body. Once his body was reformed, Isis drew not only on her divine power, but the life essence of the land around and granted new life to Osiris.
The god, however, would never be the same. He would forever be a living dead, unnatural to the world of Fuena. Osiris understood this and used his new stature to create one last thing. He formed a domain that paralleled the world above, a place where the souls of the dead would rest after life under his care. Things were not resolved in the overworld however.
Horus had been born to Isis and Osiris before the god was slain. Upon hearing of his father’s untimely death and Set’s ascension to the throne, Horus vowed that his father would be avenged and Horus would take his rightful place. With the help of the gods, including Ra; Bast, the goddess of knights and warriors; Hathor, goddess of music and love; and Thoth, god of magic, Horus cast Set from the throne and cursed him that he must never come within Ra’s light, lest he be cast forever into the depths of Osiris’ domain. Thus Set was forced to wander the earth endlessly in pursuit of his wife who betrayed him.
To this day, Horus reigns as the God of Kings and Osiris as the God of the Dead. The area where Isis resurrected Osiris is left barren and desert like. It is said, Set has since found a home in the northlands, where the ice and mountains are cold and deny the light’s warmth. He dwells deep in the caverns of the mountains. Other gods have joined the pantheon in the ages. Rarez, the god of luck and travel and his brother Torphet, the god of greed and scavenging have added their own influences.”
A gong sounded elsewhere in the temple. Paras’ ears twitched in the direction of the sound and he sighed with finality.
“Well I suppose that is enough history for today. Remember to record and memorize the histories. Our past is important for it teaches us all very valuable lessons,” The old wolf peered lovingly at each of his disciples in turn. Pushing his spectacles back up his muzzle, he waved a paw to dismiss the class, “Now go. I do not want any of you to be late for supper.”
The students left in a buzz. Paras had a special way of enchanting his class with such tales, though he would never admit it. It most pleased him when his disciples were enthralled by the end of class, sitting silent and attentive as if waiting for more. Paras could only smile and know that he had served them well. A part of him hoped that one of his students would take up his calling as a sage and priest so that he might pass all of his knowledge unto them. He was getting old and though many of the stories and legends were still clear in his mind, he felt the details and more obscure tales slipping away. The wolf found himself telling the stories to the dark at night, just so he didn’t forget anything the next day.
“Revered Paras?” a soft voice interrupted the sage’s thoughts. Looking up, Paras realized that not everyone had left. On her pillow in the middle of the room sat a small vulpine girl.
“I am sorry, little one. I was caught in a web of thoughts. What might I do for you?”
The young fox pondered for a moment then spoke, “I loved your stories today. I never knew where we came from. But I didn’t really think about it. I want to know more.”
Paras chuckled and smiled. There was hope for the next generation, “That is wonderful, little one. But you must be off to supper or you have to do chores for being late.”
“Oh I know. I will have to wait, I guess. But I did want to ask one thing,” the girl paused, probably figuring how to phrase the question, “At the end you talked about those gods who came later like Rarez and Torphet. But you didn’t say anything about Nimara and where she came from. I’d like to know more about her.”
Paras froze, unsure how to proceed. In his courses, he taught his students about the major gods of the pantheon, save a few. These few included the Divine Companion Nimara, goddess of sexuality and physical pleasure. Nimara’s scared path was something that Paras’ order did not teach on principle to younglings. If they wished to follow Her path when they were mature, that was their choice. The sage was certainly not going to discourage it, or encourage it for that matter. But a story has to be told for it to live and there was no harm in saying where Nimara came from.
“I will not keep you by telling you all that I know. But I will say that not all gods and goddesses were always deities. There are only a few, including Nimara, who earned their place amongst the gods,” Paras said. The little vulpine climbed to her feet. Already, the wolf could see the windmill working in her mind, churning the grains of thought. It wasn’t until she leaned in and kissed the side of his muzzle and bid him a good night that he realized she had more than a healthy interest in the ways of Nimara. Once she was gone, Paras sighed and stood. He had a few decisions to make in case she came asking again. His values told him to deter her from persuing such a path, but of all the priests and priestesses of the Solar Temple, he knew the most. If she were to study for that kind of life, he would rather tell her what he knows than let her be deceived or misguided. Shrugging, Paras headed to his chambers. Those were decisions he would make when the time came. No sooner.