R is for Running Deer

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Many Feathers
Many Feathers
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"I will die for you if necessary," he told her.

And with that, Running Deer saw the magnificent beast raise its head, turn...then disappear back into the thick line of trees. Hawk was smiling. "It is enough that you would," she told him. "Now come, come to me."

Hawk seemed to shimmer, momentarily becoming translucent. He had trouble focusing on her for a moment as she did this, then clarity reappeared becoming sharp, defined. She now stood before him as a complete woman. Her feathers gone, her long dark hair now braided into a single braid just as his was. She reached out, taking his within her hands and none too gently pulled him down to the blanket of wild grass beside her. There she began to undo the tight braid, releasing his hair to fall free. As she did, he felt the tingle of excitement, the rapidly increased arousal surge through his loins like wildfire. When she had completed his undoing, she turned her head slightly, offering her braid to him. Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to unweave the near perfect folds of her hair, feeling as he did, her increased arousal, now adding it to his own.

Once he had finished, he ran his fingers through her hair like a comb until it fell smooth, un-entangled. Only then did she lie back, melting into the soft petals of the wildflowers that cushioned and caressed her nude form like a thousand tiny hands. She looked into his eyes, and there for a moment, he saw a world he did not know. Such beauty, such incredible beauty that he sat mesmerized, even in her eyes did he see her standing there, shimmering white in a cascade of soft flowing feathers that molded her body like a second skin.

"Come to me," she whispered, the wind now echoing her words. "Come to me."

His fingers still caressing her hair, her scalp, he leaned forward, his lips now meeting hers for the first time as they embraced. He drank from her sweetness, felt her tongue upon his as they danced lightly, playfully together like children running, tumbling amongst the flowers. He devoured her with his mind. He sought out the softness of each lip, sucking it, tonguing and caressing them with his kiss, each one becoming something more, powerful, urgent...needful.

At last he began to move upon her, lips blazing a trail of ecstasy upon her perfect flesh. He soon reached the summit of her exquisite breast, the aroused tip awaiting him, which he suckled as though a child, then kissed, as he became the man he was destined to be.

There they joined in perfect embrace, the warmth of her self, encompassing him, the pleasure beyond any he had ever known as they slowly moved together becoming one.

Each thrust of his manhood intensified, each welcomed greeting of her femininity becoming more urgent, more demanding until there was no longer a difference of thrusting nor accepting, merely combined mutual attainment of spiritual bonding.

How long they made love mattered not, for had it been but a few moments, or an eternity, all Running Deer wanted at this moment in time was that it never end, never reach that glorious climatic explosion which even now hovered on the edge of sanity as she sought out his eyes, and he hers. Together, they reached bliss simultaneously, the universe, the world he had first glimpsed, as he now became a part of, as he looked into her soul, and she his.

Rapturous bliss seized his soul, imprisoning it. When he opened his eyes, he could see himself as well as the Hawk still joined, still entwined within the comforting blanket of color that now covered them entirely. The sensation was odd, for he knew then that he was flying, looking down up the lovers still together. Beside him, the Hawk majestic in her flight as she led him on a dance of air high within the sky. His body now molded in feathers, his wings straight strong and true as he allowed the current of air to take him towards unimaginable heights.

It was the sudden piercing cry of alarm that broke his revelry, fear, panic as he felt himself free-falling now rather than flying. Tumbling, spiraling out of control. And there, now entering the meadow, not one, but perhaps a dozen or more fierce powerful cougars as they surrounded, then charged the two of them below.

Running Deer saw the Wolf now for the first time as it intercepted the first cougar before it could reach them. A blur of fir, the snarling growl as it sank it's massive teeth into the throat of the first cougar killing it instantly. But even as powerful and as great as the Wolf was, there were too many, and soon it was pounced upon by the others, each attacking, lunging separately, then together, thwarting the great Wolf's ability to protect itself let alone the two lovers.

His eyes opened, no longer the Hawk, he sat, and the bone-handled knife his father had given him now somehow within his hand. He leapt at the first cougar that had finally broken away now charging the Hawk who struggled to transform unsuccessfully. Even as his blade sunk deeply into the chest of the beast, he felt the searing of heat as fangs tore into his shoulder, numbing it. The pierced cry of distress, the anguish and pain of the Hawk as she cried out. Unable to see her, reach her, he felt a surge of superhuman strength surging through his being. He pushed with all his might, his arm near useless as he struggled to free himself from the cougar now dead pinning him down. Off to the side, he watched as though frozen in time the valiant, but useless struggle as the Wolf too went down with three of the Cougars now coordinated and working together against his guardian. Running Deer nearly made it to his feet when once again he was rocked, his breath knocked from his lungs by the impact as yet another, the biggest of the Cougars first appearing. It now sunk its mighty fangs into the flesh of his back. He saw briefly, and only for a second as a flutter of loose feathers rose into the sky, the wail of sorrow coming from the Hawk as her captor tore her flesh asunder.

He knew then that all was lost. He felt the coldness of his spirit giving way. And still he fought, weak and weary, his only thought now of the Hawk who must by now be dead, or near death with nothing more he could do to prevent it.

It was then in disbelief he saw the mighty Cougar suddenly tossed skywards as though a plaything. Weakened by loss of blood, it was all he could do to roll over lifting his head, watching as the Great Stag charged again and again.

Those that had brought down the Wolf now joined together and began their coordinated deadly attacks against the Stag. Already the rip and tear of flesh could be seen on the Stag's flanks, yet it turned not away from it's victim, choosing instead to impale it upon its horns, tossing it aside, only then turning to face a new and separate challenge even though he grew weaker himself with each passing minute. One by one, he met them all until none were left, though he stood on unsteady legs, dripping with blood, pawing the earth before him, now speaking.

"Go to her Running Deer, quickly now, go to her!"

He could only crawl, but he did. Swimming through the matted once beautiful wildflowers now torn, destroyed, the coppery stench of blood filling the air, no longer the fresh fragrant smells of beauty, but of death as he clawed his way towards where he knew she lay dying, if not already dead.

He nearly turned his head to vomit when he first saw her. Her once beautiful form lay broken, bleeding. Her smooth silken feathers now matted with the stickiness of her blood. Her eyes already partially glazed, darkening even now as he clawed his way the last few feet to her side.

The skies had turned dark, black. Thunder, now lightning filled the sky. A crescendo of anger and pain adding to that which Running Deer himself felt. Helpless to do anything as he picked up the near-lifeless body of the once beautiful Hawk he now held within his arms. He could only cry out in desperation.

"Unitsi! Unitsi!" He called again and again. "Mother! Mother! Please save her Mother! Please...do not let her die!"

And Mother Earth spoke to Running Deer in the rustle of leaves from the trees all around, speaking clearly above the still fierce boom of angry thunder in the now near blackened sky.

"I cannot," she said with sadness. "But you can if you're willing to give the greatest of all gifts," she cautioned him.

"Tell me!" he pleaded as tears flowed freely down his cheeks, mingling with the blood that flowed from a myriad of wounds upon his body.

"Give to her the gift of your undying love. Only then can she be healed. Only then will she be made whole, new again. But know...even in this there is a price to be paid, a sacrifice to be given. Do you still wish it so Running Deer?" she asked.

There was no hesitation in his answer. "Yes...please, tell me!"

As he spoke, the rains began to fall covering the ground. The soft rich soil beneath him soon soaked.

"Take from me the richness of the earth," she began, give unto it the life force of your being. Knead it together, then wrap her in it's essence, replenish that which is lost before it is too late," she instructed urgently.

Running Deer knew immediately what had to be done. Taking the knife of his father, he cut deeply into the flesh of his arm. He watched the renewed flow of his life pour forth from the fresh wound, and there he wrapped it into the soil around him, and began to smear it thickly, lovingly around the too still form of the Hawk. When he was done, all he could do was hold her to his breast, rocking back and forth as the rain continued to fall washing away the blood, then the mud, which he'd caked upon her.

He felt himself growing colder, it became more and more difficult for him to concentrate, but he willed himself to do so anyway. And with each breath becoming harder, he began to notice a change, he saw the first real intake, then exhale of breath as the Hawk's breast rose in a renewed fight to survive.

Running Deer saw the glaze of her eyes begin to dissipate, becoming clearer, even as his own began to fog. Once again he saw her shimmer, the light of her change now encompassing them both.

Looking up, he saw her as he'd seen her only a short while ago. No longer the bird, but a woman now, full in the flesh, yet somehow still the Hawk. She, now holding him, and he knew without seeing that he had become the Hawk. And though he lay dying, he was made new. His feathers full, magnificent upon his new form. And the Hawk cradled him in her arms now as she gazed into his eyes for the last time.

"No longer will you be known as that which you were once called. For as you have changed, so has and will your name be changed forever more. For though many will be the days before we are again joined together, know that for each feather that must be shed in waiting, and there will be many that will be...know that I will smile and remember always that which you gave to me, know that I will always cherish the greatest gift of all, your love."

And thus Running Deer became Many Feathers, for it would indeed be many years before their hearts and souls were once again united. And though she went from being immortal, to mortal, she too learned the lesson of sacrifice and hope.

#

Two Hawks entered the clearing, the sun just up over the horizon overlooking the meadow. They stood quietly, waiting for the sun to fully rise over the mountain bathing the meadow in its full glory. Only then would it be safe to enter.

"Grandfather? Grandmother?" Two Hawks questioned. "I have brought someone for you to meet," he told them. "Someone very special to me, my wife!"

Above, a pair of circling Hawks appeared, swooping, diving joyfully as the sun sparkled and glinted off their magnificent forms.

"Welcome home grandson," came the whisper of the wind. "Welcome home, and to you as well little one," came their voices. "We hope you will enjoy your stay here," came the sound as the two Hawks continued circling, and then slowly faded away.

#

And though it has been many years now, decades and decades of time having passed. For those fortunate enough to stumble across the still powerful magic of the meadow, they have but to look into the sky, and there they will see the circling of Hawks above them, as well as the cry of the Wolf though unseen. Hold still and be patient, for so too will the great Stag himself come to you in greeting, a reminder of the power and magic of the meadow, and the sacrifice of love that made it possible.

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Absinth3Absinth3almost 8 years ago
made me cry :(

It's a beautiful, joyous, sad story.

bearleebearleeover 18 years ago
Very nice

Not much more you can say about this one!

cloudycloudyover 18 years ago
A beautiful story!

I love it as much now as I did the first time I read it! Wado, adageyudi, for this very personal tale.

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