The aspect of the Shepard

The aspect of the Shepard...

Our kind came commanded by the goddess herself to defend them and see their young through the gates. We asked nothing but came bade by her call for mercy and balance. The light of a million silver moons shining on our shields and helms, fierce wolves come across fields of stars and nothingness, through the elsewhen. The drinkers of blood had won a world and hunted the living through the nights to farm them for their lives, breaking the great balance.

The Forester blew his strident horn, and the little goddess knelt down to pray to her own mother who is without form. We came on two legs and sometimes on four. Armoured and graceful as the winds that blow the elder ships between their worlds. We are the children who play in the fields of the sun, and sing under the eyes of a million moons and stars, children of fur, claw and tooth. Fleet of foot and strong in our will that we have claimed again a place among the free people.

The drinkers of blood came against us and both we and they fell in battles and wars. We stood among fields of fire, and among the burning hells that they sent swarming down upon us. We guided the children of the Shepard from there beseiged worlds and homes to find solice and care among the sisters of the goddess.

Our love for each other, the respect of the Forester, and the knowledge of the goddess reached out to save their children and raise them among the fleets, packs, and elder worlds where balance reigns.

The aspect of the Shepard rings thoughout the children we saved from the grim harvest that would have snuffed out the living humans of that world. Among them the cub of the alphas learn his ways, the children of men still live and breath, clasping paws with the brothers and sisters of the grand packs.