08-10-2011, 06:43 AM
Nahele had known that the meeting was to be held this evening, and that they would launch their attack on the morrow. It wasnt that Maska had told him directly, although he was close enough to the green patterened man to know just what he was thinking. It had more to do with the tension in the air, the restless moving of the great Councilman as he had paced in the Town Hall that they had taken over as residents. The dusty gold eyes of his Guardian had watching him make his resolve, although Nahele also knew that it was a long time coming. Nayati's unfortunate departure had happened close to two weeks ago and the Guardian understood well enough that Maska had been plotting his moves carefully. They perhaps should have done this sooner, an immediate response to the white furred man stealing innocents from them. They hadnt as the original members of AniWaya were sure to have noticed their disappearance and the lack of reaction thereof. To regain their status amoung the tribe, this attack was going to have to be swift.
Camoflagued ears perked as Maska began to speak. He hadn't heard what the male was going to say before today, but he felt it in his bones, understood exactly what Maska meant. He shifted restlessly from foot to foot, the black cloak that almost always adorned his body swaying softly around him. He said nothing for the moment as his leader finished speaking, rage coursing through his body as a little girl began to speak. Insolent child, she had no idea. If she'd seen the atrocities in the Great Tribe, if she only knew, she would not speak so boldly. Nahele looked up as Chitsa asked to be excused and was a little disappointed that she did not stick around as an example of a good tribe female. The little girls mother apologised for her, although dusty gold eyes still remained on the both of them.
"There is no doubt that I will go tomorrow." He stated, very simply and easy to understand. He shouldnt have had to speak at all- Maska already knew that the three of them would have done what he'd asked no matter what. But the rest of the tribe needed to hear it. Tightening his grip on his bowstring tight across his chest, he heard Hania stir from his perch on Nahele's head, invisible to everyone but still managing to make his point to the male.
Camoflagued ears perked as Maska began to speak. He hadn't heard what the male was going to say before today, but he felt it in his bones, understood exactly what Maska meant. He shifted restlessly from foot to foot, the black cloak that almost always adorned his body swaying softly around him. He said nothing for the moment as his leader finished speaking, rage coursing through his body as a little girl began to speak. Insolent child, she had no idea. If she'd seen the atrocities in the Great Tribe, if she only knew, she would not speak so boldly. Nahele looked up as Chitsa asked to be excused and was a little disappointed that she did not stick around as an example of a good tribe female. The little girls mother apologised for her, although dusty gold eyes still remained on the both of them.
"There is no doubt that I will go tomorrow." He stated, very simply and easy to understand. He shouldnt have had to speak at all- Maska already knew that the three of them would have done what he'd asked no matter what. But the rest of the tribe needed to hear it. Tightening his grip on his bowstring tight across his chest, he heard Hania stir from his perch on Nahele's head, invisible to everyone but still managing to make his point to the male.