07-18-2011, 11:47 AM
Set in the village outside of Luna's hut, late afternoon. Forward-dated to July 19. Claudius thinks it's Liliana's hut so he will be a little surprised! :o (WC: 332)
Claudius slowly made his way from his cave to the village. Since the announcement by Maska, he had mulled over the changes a lot in his head. What did this all mean? He still didn’t understand what Maska meant when he said Dawali had lied to them and that he didn’t had a right to claim the title of Chief. He suspected it was the name itself: only that Aacha Acka fellow in the ‘real’ tribe could be the Kalona. But even then, Claudius thought that was a bit pretentious. Hadn’t the point of this AniWaya been to find a new home? The intention was for everyone in the old tribe to follow to this new one. If things had been so bad in the old one, why hadn’t they moved? If they didn’t mind their complacency, he didn’t understand why they thought they could dictate how these AniWayans should live their lives. If anything, Claudius thought this meant this AniWaya should no longer be associated with the old one if this was how they tended to behave.
The same feeling of hot anger bubbled up inside Claudius as he thought about this. This old tribe was despicable. He felt so angry, but he didn’t know what to do with this anger, so he continued to pace.
Soon, he wasn’t just pacing: he was walking, jogging, and then running. He ran as fast as he could, ripping through the landscape and tearing at trees as he ran. After ten minutes, he was winded, but he kept going. He didn’t stop until he reached the village and he didn’t stop until he found a hut. He flopped down on the ground onto his back and stared up at the sky. His breathing was laboured and his side was throbbing in pain. His body was not used to this sort of exercise in his Optime form. He frowned and put a hand over his eyes. It looked like it was going to rain tonight.
Claudius slowly made his way from his cave to the village. Since the announcement by Maska, he had mulled over the changes a lot in his head. What did this all mean? He still didn’t understand what Maska meant when he said Dawali had lied to them and that he didn’t had a right to claim the title of Chief. He suspected it was the name itself: only that Aacha Acka fellow in the ‘real’ tribe could be the Kalona. But even then, Claudius thought that was a bit pretentious. Hadn’t the point of this AniWaya been to find a new home? The intention was for everyone in the old tribe to follow to this new one. If things had been so bad in the old one, why hadn’t they moved? If they didn’t mind their complacency, he didn’t understand why they thought they could dictate how these AniWayans should live their lives. If anything, Claudius thought this meant this AniWaya should no longer be associated with the old one if this was how they tended to behave.
The same feeling of hot anger bubbled up inside Claudius as he thought about this. This old tribe was despicable. He felt so angry, but he didn’t know what to do with this anger, so he continued to pace.
Soon, he wasn’t just pacing: he was walking, jogging, and then running. He ran as fast as he could, ripping through the landscape and tearing at trees as he ran. After ten minutes, he was winded, but he kept going. He didn’t stop until he reached the village and he didn’t stop until he found a hut. He flopped down on the ground onto his back and stared up at the sky. His breathing was laboured and his side was throbbing in pain. His body was not used to this sort of exercise in his Optime form. He frowned and put a hand over his eyes. It looked like it was going to rain tonight.