Chapter 7
The Joining
The mog-urs passed an ancient looking bowl around the circle. They raised it to their lips and drank the pungent liquid inside. After the bowl had completed the circuit, Creb brought it to Thonolan.
"Drink," he ordered.
The new clan man held the bowl in reverence. His eyes traced along the two deep cracks that ran the length of it. Bringing the bowl to his mouth, he drank deeply feeling the strange liquid flow down his throat. The drums began a new beat.
The mog-urs swayed and gyrated to the rhythm, no longer conscious of their physical state. Thonolan felt as if his old self had been shoved into a corner of his new body. He watched from this new vantage point while this clan person took control of him and joined the others in their strange moving dance.
Thonolan didn't notice the exact moment when he collapsed on the earthen floor. He felt as if he were still moving and dancing, along with the other men. But the mog-urs' bodies now lay still on the earthen floor next to him.
The ground melted from underneath him and he felt as if he was falling into a black void. Slowly, he became aware of the presence of the other mog-urs around him. At the same tim, he felt a strange prickling sensation at the back of his head. A presence intruded, non-threatening but curious. The other mog-urs soon joined together in the connection, combining their mighty brains into one consciousness.
Visions flashed through their collective minds. Shelter...caves...growing ice...only men hunt...chosen by Ursus...the others...this man's totem is....swiftest runner in the clan...win status....cave bear! Thonolan's prostrate body lying on the earthen floor jerked as he heard the man's spine snap.
The throbbing of the drums altered to mimic the pounding of heartbeats. The mighty mog-ur led them back to the beginning. A gasp escaped Thonolan as he remembered the creation of man and then of the mother. No, that wasn't the right name. The creator had made and molded them from the earth.
The Joining
The mog-urs passed an ancient looking bowl around the circle. They raised it to their lips and drank the pungent liquid inside. After the bowl had completed the circuit, Creb brought it to Thonolan.
"Drink," he ordered.
The new clan man held the bowl in reverence. His eyes traced along the two deep cracks that ran the length of it. Bringing the bowl to his mouth, he drank deeply feeling the strange liquid flow down his throat. The drums began a new beat.
The mog-urs swayed and gyrated to the rhythm, no longer conscious of their physical state. Thonolan felt as if his old self had been shoved into a corner of his new body. He watched from this new vantage point while this clan person took control of him and joined the others in their strange moving dance.
Thonolan didn't notice the exact moment when he collapsed on the earthen floor. He felt as if he were still moving and dancing, along with the other men. But the mog-urs' bodies now lay still on the earthen floor next to him.
The ground melted from underneath him and he felt as if he was falling into a black void. Slowly, he became aware of the presence of the other mog-urs around him. At the same tim, he felt a strange prickling sensation at the back of his head. A presence intruded, non-threatening but curious. The other mog-urs soon joined together in the connection, combining their mighty brains into one consciousness.
Visions flashed through their collective minds. Shelter...caves...growing ice...only men hunt...chosen by Ursus...the others...this man's totem is....swiftest runner in the clan...win status....cave bear! Thonolan's prostrate body lying on the earthen floor jerked as he heard the man's spine snap.
The throbbing of the drums altered to mimic the pounding of heartbeats. The mighty mog-ur led them back to the beginning. A gasp escaped Thonolan as he remembered the creation of man and then of the mother. No, that wasn't the right name. The creator had made and molded them from the earth.