Vulpinian Poems

Vulpinia has many poems and tales. This page is a compilation of some of the better known ones.

"Feel free to let go of your present problems, and venture through your imagination. These stories are yours to tell."

- The Orange Poet

Donho, The Vulpinian Traveler
By The Orange PoetIn a forest, way before the first written words, a small Vulpur nomad camp was hidden, near a long river, giver of water to the many hunted and hunters. Ten in total, they were. One of them, young, was sitting near the campfire, waiting for the dinner to arrive. Suddenly, A rasp and masculine voice made him jumped. "Hello Little one, what are you doing here, all alone?" Donho turned his head to see his mother, the head of the group. An orange skin, tall and bulky, really rare for a Vulpur, even more for a female. She trained men to fight for decades now, made the entire group warriors that could flee entire armies. But her son, how strange he was. A white fur and red eyes, not from his mother, nor his father, long gone under the dirt. Donho did not talk much, he was scared of everything, even of his own mother. She looked at him, not knowing what else to say. She sat beside him and finally said, with a slight sigh. "You know Dohno, you are different, but the group loves you nonetheless, Vinca and the others probably wanted you to come with them to hunt, my love." Donho knew already, he tried already. "Haha, really? you want to go hunting? You cannot even hold a spear properly, what are you gonna do? Stare at the prey until he cries, hahaha." She then left with his group, turning his back and laughing. Her older sister was better than him, in every way. Running, hunting, talking. But he kept his mouth quiet. Her mother then left the campfire, going to scream to a lousy teen once again. and that is when Donho had enough. he rose up. He will go hunting alone.

He walked to the armory tent, at least no one was there, only weapons, most of them were crafted with the hardest metal, too heavy for him. He tried lifting the spear. Donho thougth at himself, "finally, i will show Vinca how strong i am". When he was younger, her mother trained him, showing him how to handle a sword and throwing axes. He was now ready fir his first hunt. The giant lance was in his grasp, almost double his size, but it was a short victory. The tip immediatly struck the ground, shattering it in pieces. "Hardest metal? more like stone, ha!" He laughed to himself and picked up a stone axe, holding it like Lupdeus, the god of strengh. Leaving the tent, Donho saw her mother, still shadowing the thin Vulpur. "If we stay here any longer, the northen Vulpurs of the mountain will come and kill us all! You know very well they outnumber us." The mother was sick of the damned druid, Nathur, always predicting the end of the world. An increase of temperature followed by a famine he says. She smirked. "These northeners? I like those Vulpurs, always thinking to upgrade their gear, not realising they are pacifist. The chief was scared of me once, he gave me his best weapons, hehe." She became serious, "we will stay here, if they come, we will know in advance, I positioned 2 or 3 scouts in their direction. They will see nothing." Nathur left, with ears of hatred, to his hut near the river. The mother then turned his back, only to see his son, Donho, ligth in hand, entering the deep and black forest. In the middle of the nigth.

The sky was bright, full of stars illuminating the obscure Serrona, like campfires for the cold, cold dead. Vinca looked at them, while returning to the camp. One of them was his father, watching her steps, and those of his brother. “Hey, what are you looking at,” said one of his friends, “Nothing,” she responded swiftly, “I was only making sure of our direction, the stars are helping me”? He looked at her suspiciously and went ahead of her. “Are we there yet, Reli?” Mumbled the impatient. They climbed a hill, to see the smoke in the distance, moving upwards. “We are almost there, do not bother asking it again.” “OK, OK, you cannot tell me what to do.” They walked silently until a shadow quickly passed them in the right, Vinca saw it. “Guys, I think I saw some…” The shadow passed again, and Reli was not ready, he vanished with the shadow to the right, leaving only his weapon, and a screaming echo. The other boy, shocked, stumbled on the ground and moved to Vinca. “WHAT IS THAT!” Vinca equipped his sword and lifted his crying friend. “It is moving around us.” Said Vinca. “DON’T LEAVE ME PLEASE!” Said the boy gripping Vinca. “Stop being weak, Derem, we are warriors, remember your training, I will not let you die…” Suddenly, the monster grabbed the leg of the scared boy, pulling him, he vanished into the wild, already dead. Vinca was now alone, afraid, the monster then appeared in front of her. “No…”

Dohno travelled through the rough forest, trying to find a single animal to hunt. “Everybody is sleeping, even the animals.” He said naively. He travelled some more, still nothing. His light was starting to quench, darkness was invading him. Only his white fur remained untouched, and blue eyes shined in the nothingness. He jumped, dropping the remaining fire, and fled to the other direction, only to meet a wall of rocks. The fire started to rise, burning the trees around, forming a circle of flames, and revealing the monster. It was a Keket, a colossus winged serpent, silent as a falling leaf, massive as a tree. Dohno then saw Vinca, her sister, laying there, unconscious. The Keket launched his tail toward him like a whip, Dohno avoids it by jumping over the tale and makes it to her sister. “Vinca! Vinca! Wake up!” He then equipped his tiny axe and throws it at the serpent. Doing absolutely nothing, the Keket even looks like if he is laughing at his failed attempt. Feeling powerless, he tries to move Vinca to the corner of the facade, but the serpent his quicker, but her mother even more. Appearing out of nowhere, she threw her spear in his neck and launched to it, gripping the spear plunged into the monster’s scale. But the Keket made her fall before she could make her final blow. The spear fell near Donho, he looked at it like the shining sword of Lupdeus. “It is my time to prove myself…” Donho took the spear and, while throwing it, he saw her sister waking up from her painful dream. Not seeing her mother in front of him. The spear hit the wrong prey. Bleeding, and seeing the fire calming down, the Keket took this opportunity to fly away, to the star lights. Donho screamed “no” the loudest he could. He ran to his dying mother. “Fly away,” said her, “fly away like the Keket, because you will be hunted like a Keket.” The boy cried, took his mother’s spear and flew away in the dark.

To be continued....