The Blind Can See

Ralla · 09-19-2010, 05:00 PM

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Miscalculation! Miscaluculation malfunction! D:

"Is someone there? I did not mean to cross into your territory, I merely seek the land known as Nova Scotia. Please don't be offended that I passed into your territory unannounced, if you want I will turn back and find a different route to the north." Hearing these words made Ralla's ears perk forwards with rapt attention. The possibilities, the mere thought of her suspicions being true terrified and excited the wolfess beyond comprehension. Too late did she realize that her quiet musings had given the strange wolf the wrong impression. "Wait!" Hearing his words and being the ever-trusting wolf, Ralla stuck the axe into the branch she was currently on, bounded forward a few more branches after the new wolf to a low-hanging one, and then dropped so her face was only about a foot away from his. Her unusually long limbs permitted that she could hang to his level, even if her main body were normal sized. The tooth and claw necklace around her throat dangled off to the side of her face as she stared into the eyes of the new wolf.

Pale, pale white. He's...blind.

At this height, she could clearly see the mark on his chest. It was not a brand--too blurred, too smudged in with his white fur--but it sent her heart racing. Crescent moon marks did not just randomly appear on any wolf. The reason why the Shamans marked their forehead with the mark was because they believed it allowed their minds and eyes to be more open to the world around and the moon above. This mark appearing on a wolf... He is chosen.

To be chosen, in Ralla's old tribe, was to be great. It meant that the bearer of the natural mark was a great warrior, or perhaps a great scholar. Only one other, in Ralla's knowledge, had been born with the mark, and he was one of the Moon Tribe's greatest cave-painters. He had been of the Blue Moon Pack, and the cave in which he lived had depicted the wars between the packs and the tribe as a whole. None could match his skill.

"This is Nova Scotia, stranger. You are near the AniWaya territory lines, not over. Be not afraid." Once more, Ralla's formalities showed through. Her eyes were wide, but unlike the other times she was faced with authority or strangers, she felt no need to show an outward appearance of feigned confidence, and so they pupils remained dilated instead of small. "What is it you seek?"

Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.

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