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Date: 11Apr2011

Setting: Sm. Fam. #4 & Fam. Den corridor.

Time: Mid-morning.

Character Form: Optime
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Tlantli is near the entrance, so Panda and Venom could see her; maybe Citlali replies first and Panda comes in later? Since she's technically in her home.

Meeting the strange dark creature in the foothills had left Tlantli unwilling to interact. Set in silence, she busied herself with tidying the cave or watching Citlali work his magics at crafting. She didn't seek out a friend or acquaintance, and didn't look to make new ones. The golden creature of the sun sat. With no project to attend to, life was very boring.

The new knowledge of her family didn't affect her outlook on the world. She was still a Kimaris, and their actions had been right. To think that a ghost from past unknown to her lived only a few short steps away was a marvel. How many others had succumbed to the call of Anathema? Eris, Tlantli, Citlali. Someday, Miqui would join her. Four. Would others show themselves? Did she dare to seek them out? What secrets could be uncovered with new interaction?

All of the thinking left her head with a dull ache. She needed to get out of the den. Rising from her bedding, she passed through the main chamber to the entrance. Perhaps it was a day for her and Citlali to explore. She turned in the cave and searched for her precious child. "Citlali? Ahre you busy? we cahn go see the rest ahf the world if you would liek." To look for new craft materials, perhaps. Something to keep his interest.



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Word Count → 000 :: Yay for meeting more people and not talking to them! Big Grin

He had met very few new associates. To what most others would call a bad week, the unsocial boy found it an accomplishment. Recently, he had noticed his Aunt showing the same unwilling behavior. She drifted about the cave, occasionally gazing over his shoulder silently or organizing the sparse things they had in their home. On the contrary to his reclusive personality, Citlali was slightly bothered the lack of talking. Without the foreign voice of Tlantli or other outsiders, despite the fact he wouldn’t reply past a nod, was deeply peculiar.

Most days, he would stay near her side accept during the week she had found more comfort in new acquaintances. The mornings were spent underground weaving, and the afternoons knitted into his jewelry. Almost every night now the orange-tawny coyote would emerge from their dugout and quite unilaterally sneak about to become more familiar with Anathema tunnels. Only once, so far, had the boy met someone while wandering the caves and Eris was not a horrible intervene at all.

The morning had started no different than most. He had awoken to the gentle shifting sounds of his crème coat Aunt around the home. Fingers curled around the woven strips beside his bed before he stood and loped over to his makeshift workspace without so much as a shy nod at Tlantli. But the boy could feel her tenseness. Suddenly, she spoke aloud while hovering by the entrance. Citlali nodded while looking down, to obedient to reject her inquiry. He collected is things together lightly before wandering slowly to the older coyote’s side.

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ooc: Rawr +3

It was early for them two to be stirring, but Venom had started it when he had come into the room and slipped into her bed. Apparently he couldn't sleep in his own room. Panda wondered if it was because her room had many, many shields over it, which made sure that she was devoid of nightmares. Panda held several things in her room that made her room almost sacred, and evil was most likely not welcome here. The shaman made sure of that subconsciously. Venom probably did feel much more safe being with the woman than in his own room because she had not protected his room. He was on his own with that one, only because she was not so good at keeping her own shields up and then having a shield on someone else as well. Panda turned over to where they were face to face with each other. Her eyes were open, though she looked at him tiredly, her chocolate eyes looking at his multi-hued face. She smiled lightly and pushed his hair out of his face for him. She pushed her forehead against his and she drew him closer to her. He gets more and more handsome with every day that passes. thought the woman before she snuggled into his chest. He naturally threw his arms around her. He smiled to her, but did not open his eyes yet.

There had been a good twenty minutes of nothing but the sounds of the two slumbering together before there was a sound of a woman with an accent. The words did not make sense to Panda because her mind was not paying that much attention, but she did flutter her eyes open slowly and looked at the man who slept in front of her. She let out a yawn and wormed her way out of her friend's arms and she got up. She stretched her back and then her legs before stumbling out of her room and into her main den-room. She gracefully moved towards her main den entrance and she looked out of the door way to see what looked like a mother and son getting ready to go somewhere. Panda was not really fully awake, and she was naked for once. She rubbed her coal circled eyes and looked at the woman and boy again. Guten Tag. the woman greeted, slipping into her secondary language. My name is Panda. she spoke, yawning after she spoke her name. Who are you two? the woman asked, cocking her head, her half ears perked toward these two new faces.



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Slow Kiki. Sorry!

Citlali was a good boy, one who was quiet and obedient, but she sometimes worried about him. He didn't look outside of her for friendship or interaction. Without others, she was sure he'd stagnate. In truth, it was concerning. As protective as she was, she loved him enough to want the golden coyote to have friends. As he approached her, she reached out to brush careful fingertips against his cheek; a subtle gesture that meant she cared. And she'd take him as far as he wanted while they searched for new materials for his works. He was an artist. She'd never allow that to be stifled.

Just as they started to set out, they were interrupted. Tlantli turned her head in the direction of the patterned female who spoke strange words toward them. Her fiery eyes narrowed, even as the woman introduced herself and asked about their identities. It wasn't out of distaste. More like thought. Tlantli crossed her arms, glancing at the boy who was too small to be her brother, but too old to be her child. "Aye ahm Tlantli Kimaris. This ess Citlali. He does not talk." It was truth enough; she rarely heard the voice of the boy unless directly spoken to, and often took it upon herself to speak for him. He didn't seem to mind.

One careful arm wrapped around the younger male's shoulders, out of protection, as she studied the female in front of her. It was a fur pattern she had never seen on anything, and Panda was clearly a wolf. It was not odd to see a wolf in Anathema. It was odd to be jumped upon, however, by an adult of the pack. Perhaps they were new. Perhaps they were curious. The golden coyote placed her other hand against her hip. "We were jus' going to collect somet'ing, for Citlali's work."



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ooc: Sorry for skipping but there was kinda enough time for Cit to post +5

The woman introduced herself to Panda, the sleepy woman who barely was awake all the way to be even out of bed yet. She yawned, placing her hand in front of her maw to do so without looking rude to the two coyotes. The woman who had spoke, Tlantli, had such a unique accent that Panda had not heard in a long time. Not since when she was back down south had she heard an accent similar to the woman's. Panda took interest in her accent though wondering briefly where she was from. It's a pleasure to meet you two. I'm new to Anathema, with mah friend, Venom, but he'sa sleepin right now. the woman spoke to the two, her eyes first clashing with the crimson of the woman's and then switching to look at the pale green of the male's. She couldn't help but yawn again before the other woman would speak again. She spoke about how they were going to head out and get some stuff for the work of the boy. Panda cocked her head lightly.

How far were you planning on heading out? the woman asked, figuring that perhaps she could join the two in their hunt for supplies since Panda was in need of more wood, and other small things that she needed for the den and for making soaps that she needed to start getting in production of again. She also needed some other things, hopefully she would hit a goldmine with these two coyotes today if they would allow her to tag along. Her right ear would flip back suddenly at a sound that came from behind her. She was not expecting arms to wrap around her waist only seconds later, which made her flinch, and stiffen up before the woman realized that there was nothing to be scared of. Who're ya talkin' to? the man lazily asked before he had turned his head to the people she was talking to. A woman and a boy. The eleven month old male looked to be older than the other, but it more than likely was just his genetics since he was already the same height as his 'guardian' (who wasn't in charge of him really, Panda was his friend more so than a guardian) and unlike the other boy, Venom probably talked a lot more. Ven, this is Tlantli and Citlali. They are part of Anathema, too. she spoke to him and she turned her head to look at him out of the corner of her eye.

I'm Venom Trombetta. He spoke, nodding his head lightly and giving the 'yotes a small tired smile. He didn't really want to go anywhere, but he had a feeling that Panda wanted to go somewhere. Adventure time? the Trombetta had asked Panda in her ear, his voice nothing but a whisper. Panda nodded her head once as her gaze was put on the woman again. We could help you guys gather things. We need some supplies ourselves, so it wouldn't hurt to, ya'know, go all together.. the woman suggested, wondering if they would mind the extra company.


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