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Foolish is he who does not understand.
A legend tells of a gipsy woman who pleaded with the moon until dawn.
Weeping, she begged at the break of dawn to marry a gipsy man.
"You'll have your man, tawny skin," said the full moon from the sky.
"But in return I want the first child that you have with him.
Because she who sacrifices her child so that she is not alone,
Isn't likely to love it very much."
Moon, you want to be mother, but you cannot find a love who makes you a woman.
Tell me, silver moon, what you intend to do with a child of flesh?
Aaaah, aaaah. Son of the moon.
From a cinnamon-skinned father a son was born,
White as the back of an ermine, with grey eyes instead of olive-- moon's albino child.
"Damn his appearance! This is not a gipsy man's son, and I will not put up with that."
Moon, you want to be mother, but you cannot find a love who makes you a woman.
Tell me, silver moon, what you intend to do with a child of flesh?
Aaaah, aaaah. Son of the moon.
Believing to be dishonoured, the gipsy went to his wife, a knife in his hand.
"Whose son is this? You've certainly fooled me!" And he wounded her mortally.
Then he went to the woodlands with the child in his arms, and he left it behind there.
Moon, you want to be mother, but you cannot find a love who makes you a woman.
Tell me, silver moon, what you intend to do with a child of flesh?
Aaaah, aaaah. Son of the moon.
And the nights the moon is full it is because the child is in a good mood.
And if the child cries, the moon wanes to make it a cradle.
And if the child cries, the moon wanes to make it a cradle.
As the winds blew across the land, a lone and solitary figure sat on the top of a green hill, his siluete dark black in contrass to the large moon behind him. Not many understood those creatures that took refuge in the night's darkness to roam... but then again, the Tasho roamed day and night, the thing was that at night it was easier to remember whom they were.
Such thought enveloped the Dragga as he continued to sit, his golden eyes fixed upon some place up in the sky, almost as if seeking something that only he alone could see.
"Father... I can't sleep..."
The soft childish growl made the male Tasho turn his head to look over his shoulder, his eyes gleeming in the darkness as he watched a young pup pad over to him, her ears droping to the side, tail low but wagging. He shook his head somewhat as he raised a brow, letting the pup take a seat beside him, "And you come here just to tell me that?"
Giving a low whimper of defeat, the pup looked up at her father, "I was wondering, and I just can't seem to find sleep..." she lowered her gaze briefly, tail curled around her four feet, "I just don't know..."
Her father interrupted her briefly, giving a low growl, "Of course you don't, young one, there are infinite number of things we can not understand," he paused, setting his golden gaze upon the astre in the sky once more, "And that is why Tasho and Shial alike tell stories... the try and explain all those things we can not understand."
Despite her father's answer, the pups simply didn't look convinced, and thus flatened her ears back slightly, the frustration visible upon her features, "Father, where do we come from?"
"We don't come," came the brief reply, "We simply are."
Still the pup didn't look convinced and she raised her saphire gaze up at the Dragga, "No... I mean, when... how was the first Tasho... made? How did they come upon the land? We weren't just dropped here, were we?"
A slight smirk tugged at the older tasho's maw, then he shook his head, "Of course not... we were not just 'dropped here' little one, but why and how we came to be upon the land is something no one knows for sure," his golden eyes were still fixed upon the moon as a slight breeze blew past, their furr swaying to the motion, "One of the most common legends, the one I was told long ago takes place long back, when man was more in tune with nature," he explained, still not looking at her daughter, "You see, there was once a human female, that so wanted a mate... she summoned up the moon all night, sitting in a medow just like this one we sit at."
The pup's ears perked up instantly at the sound of a story coming. She had always loved stories and by the way her father talked and moved, she knew it must hold some sort of ancient power.
"Now then, when day was about to break, the moon goddess in all her slendour appeared before the human female... the goddess' skin as fair as white snow, her eyes silver, holding the power of the moon's light at night," the dragga's eyes seemed to mist as he remembered the same words long back told to him, and he could not help but let his own heart be carried by the emotion of the tale, "Even though the human was impressed, and brought to tears merely by the aparition, she begged and begged on one knee for a mate... to which the moon goddess agreed, telling her that she would have hermate," here the Tasho's brow furrowed slightly, "However, you must remember no god will ever do a favour such as this without taking something back... and the moon goddess told the human that after she were mated, the first child born from that union would belong to her alone."
Tilting her head, the young pup looked up at the bright moon, wondering why the goddess would ever ask for something like that, after all... what good would a human child do?
Almost as if reading her thoughts, her father looked down at her, shaking his head, "You see, the moon was lonely, and allthough the sun was her mate, they saw each other rarely, on day brake and night fall... and the moon goddess longed for a child she could truly take care of," watching her daughter nod, the dragga continued on with his tale, "And indeed the human female found a mate, soon enough giving birth to the couple's first newborn, a sheer miracle, or disaster, depending from which point of view you look at it from," he once more paused for effect his eyes narrowing down to slit pupil as the breeze around them picked up force, "For that night, the human gave birth to a child with skin as fair as pure as untouched snow, silver eyes and white hair..."
The pup looked up at the Dragga, saphire eyes growing wide, his father had no need to actualy explain that bit to her, and she couldn't keep from perking her ears forward, her tail swishing over the humid grass of the medow.
"The human's mate was not happy at all when he saw the child, for their own skin was far darker and their eyes olive, not silver. He inmediately saw the female a traitor... and in a rush of fury only humans seem to hold, he killed his mate," the Tasho closed his eyes, far deep within his own story and thus moved by his own words. He paused for a few seconds, then reopened his golden orbs, looking down at the grass by his front paws, "After such action, he looked at the child, and then, deciding it was the best to do, he took him off to the forest, abandoning him deep down in the darkess section, most likely leaving him to starve..."
"But the child didn't die, did he?" perking her ears further, to a point of practically leaning againts her father, the pup talked, tail swishing as she awaited the conclusion of the story.
His daughter's words, made the Dragga smirk again, fangs glittering under the moonlight, "Of course he didn't, for you see, the moment the child cried out for attention, who other than the moon goddsess herself would appear?" he puffed up slightly with prid as he continued, "She looked down at the child and shook her head, noting that with the way he looked at the moment, he could not survive day or night... so she waved her hand, giving him a gift like none other."
Ihe female pup leaned in further, "What gift?"
"Freedom... she gave the child the gift of real freedom, that what man had and has been seeking for so long," his smirk turned into a soft smile, his eyes holding the glint of an untold secret, "In mere seconds, the child grew furr, a tail, fangs for hunting... paws strong for chasing, eyes able to reflect the moon's light..." another brief pause, the dragga flapping the wings upon his back slightly, "He became the first Tasho, he was the moon's child, and held dear by the goddess, he grew strong, and bold, hunter of the night but nobel enouh to look down upon the Lera without feeling supreme," nudging the pup with his muzzle, the male Tasho seemed to silently tell her it was time she go back and try summon up sleep once more, "I hope that helps."
In response, she nodded, running off, head held high up proud, for she too was a child of the moon, and no matter where the goddess would look after her. Thus the Dragga was left alone with his own thoughts, golden orbs regarding the aster in the sky, still a secretive aura burning around him, "Man, Tasho and Shial alike..." came his soft growl before he turned around and padded off back towards the pack.
