Pack Ceremony - The Uku Dance

Aurèle Aston · 04-12-2010, 10:12 PM

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My characters are not social, haha. I hope you don't mind them playing drums! :] 300+

It had taken a great deal of coaxing for Aurèle to convince her son that he was required to attend what he saw as a silly meeting. Anatole had objected to this repeatedly, arguing that it was pointless. Certainly, to him (and his mother) it was. Neither valued the spirituality that AniWaya did, but it was important to them, and of all the places that might have offered them refuge, Dawali did not push the pale woman beyond her walls. He understood, in a small way, her nature, and that she was not made for this place. The raven, though silent, knew this as well. It had been sent to teach her, even though she would not accept him.

The pair had joined the rest of the tribe, in that uncomfortable two legged form. Though not concerned with her appearance, it was obvious that Aurèle had understood the importance of the ceremony and gone to lengths to blend in. Her fur, which had been dingy and dirt stained when she had arrived, was a pristine white marred only by the dusty tan of her coat. Her hair hung long and straight, and bore a singular black feather that the raven had brought to her earlier in the day. Anatole had made a face at this, but after a sharp look from his mother he had said nothing.

Her son had not made any effort to go beyond shifting to his Optime form, and looked rather disgruntled to be where he was. Anatole had been spending more and more time exploring, and was unhappy that he had to stand around and watch these people dance. Arms crossed under his chest, the boy (who was just beginning to stand taller then his large mother) kept an flat and unhappy mask on his face. Both Aston’s watched their leader move, made up in his feathers and beads, and both nodded at his greeting (if only because they had seen the others do so). Then movement and quiet noise began, but it was subdued and felt peculiar. Neither of the two moved, not until the pied crow flew past its pale woman and landed on an unarmed drum. He tapped on this twice and cocked an eye to Aurèle, who smiled faintly. After a glance to her son, she moved towards this, and with the bird as her guide, began tapping a rhythmic beat. Unwilling to be left alone to dance with the strange wolves, Anatole came to her side and began mimicking the motion on a second drum.

They would not dance, but they would aid in their own way.

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