[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] A wolf recognizes the howl of its pack . So the og re was sensing his brother s touch! Mogweed crawled forward. How was this possible? The og re was at least three times their weight. No si lura had ever come close to matching this size.  Come out, little man. Do not be afraid. I will not eat you. Mogweed noticed the og re s eyes had picked him out of the black shadows. The og re stared directly at him now. Its vision must be keen, heightened by life in the caverns.  Come. The voice boomed. Mogweed stayed where he was, still partially hidden behind Fardale s form. But the og re s words had somewhat calmed the terror around his heart. He loosened his tongue.  What do you want of us? he called out, his voice a mere squeak when compared to the og re s.  Come out. I then see you better. Mogweed tensed. Fardale turned his eyes on his brother. A hawk with a broken wing can t fly. Forest cats prowl in the bushes . Fardale hinted that they would need help if they were to pass through og re lands. Fardale hopped on his three legs closer to the lumbering creature, leaving space for Mogweed to climb out. Still Mogweed hesitated. He knew he had no choice, but his legs refused to budge.  I will not harm you, little man. My word be my heart. The beast tapped a bloody claw to its chest. The og re s words had a trace of sorrow and weariness. It was more the voice than the words that finally freed Mogweed s legs. He climbed from under the overhang and straightened to face the og re. Its flat, crushed face, with huge nostrils and thick lips, caused Mogweed s mouth to twist in disgust. Its mountain of muscle and bone trapped Mogweed s tongue. og re was not going to attack.  He is not a wolf. He is my brother. I am called Mogweed.  I be Tol chuk. The og re nodded his chin in greeting.  But how be this wolf your brother?  We are si lura shape-shifters. We can speak through our spirit tongues to one another. Tol chuk stumbled back a step. His voice cracked across the stone.  You be tu tura! Deceivers. Stealers of babies! Mogweed cringed. Why were his people so persecuted? A twinge of anger penetrated his fear.  That is a lie! We are simply a people of the forest, and much maligned by the other races. We harm no one and live our lives peacefully. Mogweed s words sunk visibly into the og re. Mogweed saw Tol chuk narrow his eyes in thought. When he spoke again, his voice was softer.  I hear truth in your words. I be sorry. I hear bad stories.  Not all tales are true. Page 86 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html The og re sagged, and his shoulders slumped.  I be taught that many times today.  We only mean to pass through here. That beast you killed drove us into your lands. Please let us pass.  I will not stop you. But you will not survive in our lands alone. The og re tribes will hunt you down before you clear the pass. Mogweed winced. A pack grows stronger as it grows in size. Mogweed found himself nodding, but he could not take his eyes from the long fangs of the og re before him. Let s just hope, he thought, that the pack doesn t get eaten by one of its members. Tol chuk stared across the fire at the two brothers. They had traveled well into the night before finally stopping to rest the few hours until daybreak. The wolf-brother already lay curled with his nose tucked under a sodden tail. The splinted forelimb stuck out and pointed at the crackling fire. Tol chuk watched his even breathing. Fardale was fast asleep. Movement caught Tol chuk s eyes. The other brother lay wrapped in a blanket on the far side of the fire, but from the open eyes reflecting the firelight, this brother did not sleep. The one called Mogweed had remained wary of Tol chuk throughout the journey.  You need sleep, Tol chuk said in a low voice, still struggling with the common tongue.  I guard. I do not need much sleep.  I m not sleepy. But Mogweed s voice cracked with exhaustion. The man s eyes were bloodshot, and bruised crescents outlined them. Tol chuk studied him. How frail was the human race. Such tiny arms, like budding sapling limbs, and a chest so small he iou cannoi cnangc:  No. There was& an accident& and we became stuck in these forms. Like you, my brother and I are on a journey, to try to find a way to free our bodies. We seek a city of trace magick among the lands of the humans, a city named A loa Glen.  The trip you take be a dangerous one. Why not be happy with the way you are now? Tol chuk saw Mogweed s lips curl in disdain.  We are si lura. If we remain in one form longer than fourteen moons, the memory of our si lura heritage fades until we become that form. I do not want to forget who I am or where I came from and most of all I don t want to stay a man! Mogweed s voice had risen enough to cause Fardale to stir in his slumber. This was obviously a sensitive matter to Mogweed. Tol chuk crinkled his face, then rubbed his chin with a claw. When he spoke next, he changed the course of their talk.  Your wolf& I mean your brother& he sends me the same picture over and over: A wolf sees a fellow brother. Over and over. I do not understand this picture. Mogweed hesitated. The silence stretched. If it weren t for the reflection of the fire revealing Mogweed s staring eyes, Tol chuk would have thought him asleep. Finally, Mogweed spoke.  Are all og res like you? This question startled Tol chuk. Were his deformities so obvious that even another race could spot his ugliness?  No, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] zanotowane.pl doc.pisz.pl pdf.pisz.pl blacksoulman.xlx.pl