08-07-2011, 05:37 PM
OOC: Free post order--for sure this time :X (Nootau: Visible)
It was all terrible--every bit of it. The way Liliana had been treated had made the anger in her heart flare, and the last time she had visited Chief Dawali he had seemed so... despondent. But the visions...they gnawed at her heart and urged her to do anything but just sit. Underneath her tree home, the children safely asleep in their beds, Ralla howled long into the night sky, calling for those that would listen. The Guardians would pay it no heed, since the call was made for family, and thus normal for those who wished to contact their kin. But the newcomers didn't know that Ralla didn't normally howl to reach her tribe mates, and hopefully those who knew her would heed the call and know that something was up.
The fire illuminated her face--white, and seemingly made of stone--as she sat by it, although she did not plan to stay there for much longer. Should those who wished to congregate come, they would move to Grandfather's Tears, where they were far enough from the village and border than any patrolling Guardians would not be any wiser to their activity. She knew that what she was doing was dangerous, and that it put her family in danger. But as it was, Maska had already harmed her family in various ways, and she would not stand for it. The mother had never been a warrior--had never been strong.
But she would fight.
Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.
It was all terrible--every bit of it. The way Liliana had been treated had made the anger in her heart flare, and the last time she had visited Chief Dawali he had seemed so... despondent. But the visions...they gnawed at her heart and urged her to do anything but just sit. Underneath her tree home, the children safely asleep in their beds, Ralla howled long into the night sky, calling for those that would listen. The Guardians would pay it no heed, since the call was made for family, and thus normal for those who wished to contact their kin. But the newcomers didn't know that Ralla didn't normally howl to reach her tribe mates, and hopefully those who knew her would heed the call and know that something was up.
The fire illuminated her face--white, and seemingly made of stone--as she sat by it, although she did not plan to stay there for much longer. Should those who wished to congregate come, they would move to Grandfather's Tears, where they were far enough from the village and border than any patrolling Guardians would not be any wiser to their activity. She knew that what she was doing was dangerous, and that it put her family in danger. But as it was, Maska had already harmed her family in various ways, and she would not stand for it. The mother had never been a warrior--had never been strong.
But she would fight.
Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.