Found lore: Beastfolk
The yearling won’t heed the ache of his muscles, the sharpening of each breath, nor the strain of his eyes; each echo of his mother's cries kept him darting between the sleeping oaks.
That guttural wail; when care and duty are so harshly stripped from his mother, and no feat of strength nor power of will can wrestle it back. Where with her dying sight she must watch her son venture without guard into the cruelty of nature, and robbed of the privilege of knowing her child's life and fate. Lastly, robbed of the sorrow of such things, as it too leaves her body on her coldest breath and darkening sight.
That guttural wail; which still echoes across each tree and between the yearling's ears. With each ring the cry moves him beyond the limits of his body - becoming a force of pure passion.
The cries rattle within him, becoming cries of his own. They swell to a rage - a seething force that moves itself. They become a call, one which pulls him towards the rising star.
Within his mind's eye he sees something beckoning him to the horizon - the being calling for his spirit to break free from his body.
The wolf sees the yearling run, but does not pursue him. The bear, the coyote, and all other creatures of the forest see the young deer and accept it. Through a stirring inside themselves they know that when chaos besets them and their home, they too will be called.
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The movement, the rage, the call, the young deer’s withered body - all of it finally silent, finally halted. His body begins to fail him, though his spirit remains focused on the pillar ahead; focused on the force within it that calls him here to the edge of dawn.
And what was just the pillar is now a being, standing tall, silhouetted by the rising sun.
“Your legs are many. They will tire you when the human moves against you. You need only two…
You have strength and budding antlers, but you will need tools and weapons. You will have hands like the human and the elf, and like mine…
The human has the power to exist outside my natural balance. I will give you the strength to correct that…
Rise, my children. I have given you these gifts, yet of your own willpower you have become passion incarnate.”
The deer rose and felt the ground beneath its new feet, and around it were other beasts - all bearing similar gifts.
“Return to the world, purge that which upsets the balance of nature. Clear the way for those like yourselves, so they may find me and receive my gifts. Vanquish all that isn't you.”
Every creature that would find Geltakaenogh and carry out his will would bring the world one step closer to balance and harmony. He knew the world would eventually heal.
Yet, the elder god wept…
For he knew the life and fate of all his children.
