Rodeeran

Rodeeran represents late Autumn in the clan. Thus, he has similar powers (a combination of nature and fire) to AutumnSun, who represents Mid-Autumn, but some suspect that there is a darker side to his powers. It is rumored that he is not only a hybrid of nature and fire, but of plague as well, and that he comes from the descent of the god of decomposition and war. Though the story of his lineage is incorrect, the rumor implies that he was given or tainted with the strange dark powers during some point of his teenage life.

The rustling of leaf upon leaf of the forest floor,
The smell of morning moisture at my door.
The breeze of Autumn felt so enlightening,
The oranges beautiful, bright, glorifying.
But sudden as a storm, a flurry of dying leaves,
The weight of it all ambushed and crashed down upon me,
And in my terror, I was masked in desperate anger.
The pain was too much, I pushed away patience,
I battled my way out of the troubles that grasped me,
I murdered everything that tried to cling to me,
I smashed, I wrecked, I fought, I eliminated
I killed, I extinguished, I warred, I obliterated
Everything bad, evil, and good,
And now all that's left
Is not what it could or should.
It's all far from my reach.
Keep it away from my hands, from my claws,
It's better this way, where I'm separated from laws.
But this isolation is so despairing,
I can feel myself drowning, dying, and tearing,
Barely living, barely daring.
What's that? Blood on the tree?
No, just crimson leaves
Reflecting what's inside me.
Looking back and before, before,
How I enjoyed late summer
Before it was ripped, before it was torn
Away from my hands, my happiness galore.
And I find myself wandering deeper into fall,
Where everything falls and rots upon impact of the ground--
Stained with war and the sight of gore--
And soon it'll be winter
And I'll wither
Into a barren nothing more.