Crap post, but hey



For a long time now, the red-coated male had explored the areas around their camp, despite how their leaders didn't seem to be able to make up their minds regarding whether to stay here or not. This day they would land on the decision to move on, the next they had changed their minds. Whilst they were thinking and going to and fro on their decisions, the male had already concluded that he wished to stay here, and thus impatiently awaited some sort of clear answer from the leadership. In the meantime he revisited the areas he had found most appealing so far, to investigate them some more. One would always find new and interesting things to look at, and with Gvihita soaring high above him with an extra pair of really keen eyes, they were bound to find at least something interesting. And lo and behold, before long an olfactory sensation revealed to him that he was not alone around serena reserve, and it spurred an excitement in him; he'd seen a lot of the areas and the nature in them, but only one inhabitant, so far. Immediately deciding to follow the scent, he quickly found himself face-to-face with a female, this one a wolfess, unlike Leland. Startled after taking a quick glance at her eyes, who were of different colors, he looked down onto the ground, not knowing what to do or say, and afraid to appear to be staring at her. She was quite friendly-looking, however, despite the scar on her face, and it was only the fear of breaking some social politeness rule that caused him to act as he did. She just didn't look like anyone he'd ever seen, that was all.

It seemed that the femme did not notice his awkwardness, and thus much of it simply disappeared. While looking down, however, he spotted the dead body of an elk (he had not spotted it before), which the other had probably been feasting on. As Dawali then realized his intrusion into someone else's mealtime, the awkwardness quickly settled on him again. Hopefully, though, she would not notice, and he collected himself within seconds, lifting his eyes to meet her strangely-colored set of orbs as she spoke. Her greeting was not alike the one of Leland's, but then again Leland had seemed as an overall happy kind of guy, more so than the average person. Dawali very nearly drew his breath to return the greeting before she spoke again, in a polite and still friendly manner, this time presenting him with a question. The male glanced upwards for a split second, then back again onto the stranger in front of him, wondering why Gvihita never offered him her help when he needed her (being social wasn't exactly what he was best at), but at other times forced her wisdom on him. She was useless now, though, high up in the sky as she was.


"Hello". He paused, perhaps for too long. He was shy, and meeting new persons always put him off to some degree. And females intimidated him as well. Overall it was not a good combination, and not in the current situation in particular. "I'm Dawali Amara, and yes, I hope to live here, someday. Perhaps not at this exact spot, but somewhere around the area, I guess. I don't currently, though, so feel free." To top off his remarkable skill at interacting with strangers, the red-furred male threw on a smile that was meant to be simply polite, but ended up being quite sheepish instead. Yellow eyes framed by his warm-colored pelt stared at her, awaiting whatever questions she might have for him next.

sorry for the long wait
Crap, posted as my main character >_<


She spoke her name, and suddenly the femme looked quite a lot more familiar to him than she had done only seconds ago. Of course, he had seen her before, not that long ago. He had had his mind full of thoughts at the time, and paid more attention to what the tribe leader had been saying, than what the stranger that approached them had to say. She had simply slipped out of his memory; it happened more and more frequently lately. Perhaps he was getting old, who knew. The realization that he already knew this one caused his embarrassment to blossom again, feeling stupid for not recognizing her. She had made no signal that she recognized him though, which he comforted himself with. Again the blessed redness of his furs covered for him as he attempted to just let it pass as if he didn't notice his mistake at all. The male had no idea whether it was successful, and a good eye could probably spot the widening, then "normalization" of his eyes, and then a quick glance upwards. He did that when he felt unease, without knowing it, directing his eyes to Gvihita, and if she was not there then his eyes glanced to where he assumed she was. She was no help today, was she?


Yeah I think we've decided that this place is ideal, should we end up settling here. You intend to join us, right? Less words, less confusion. His brain was confused.

Exams are finally over, now I can focus a bit more Haven't written in some time, I get rambly, sorry!


So his memory did not fail him completely after all. Perhaps he was getting old, despite not having had more than two litters. His mind had felt somewhat ripped after the death of his wife, and he leaned on Gvihita so much more than he had. And even back then, she had been jealous of the bird. She should have known that Dawali, of all people, knew very well how the bond between a tribe member and their guardian spirit worked, and no such thing as romantic love could ever evolve from it. She should have known, but they had argued nevertheless. His mind flowed absently around the thought for a split second, before shaking it off and trying to compose a good answer for the miss. Still, he felt unease at the oddness of her eyes, but tried to meet them, brave as he liked to think he was. Gvihita should have been here. Honestly.

Well.. I don't know how you live, and what you find precious in the world, but we focus on family. Our tribe consists of mostly two different family trees and some joiners due to mateship. Once a member has found a mate, you see, they promise to stay with each other forever, and must choose to either stay in the pack or leave it. They're a unit, so they cannot live separate lives. Why he had mentioned this part of their tradition first, he did not know, but quickly pressed on so as to get past the awkwardness of talking of romantic subjects. That wife of his, and the things she still did to his mind... We have deep traditions and laws for most things.. They're basically how we lead our lives. But telling you about them all would take a very, very long time. The essence of us is family, though, be they dead or still alive. Finishing it off with a smile, Dawali thought this sounded awfully... girly. They also had long traditions and techniques on hunting and other more masculine subjects, but no, he hadn't mentioned them, had he. This whole conversation was becoming a disaster. As he mentally scorned himself for the stupidity of his words, claws bit into his left shoulder, and his spirit guide was there. She'd been there all along, probably. Sneaky little thing. She's got weird eyes, the bird stated. Despite knowing that Gvihita would not notice at all, Dawali shook the shoulder she was on, attempting to punish her for her bluntness. Good thing the miss hadn't heard her. Seconds passed, and suddenly a change came over her. Dawali realized she was making herself visible to the light-pelted femme - a rare action from any spirit guide. Perhaps she sought to teach Tayui more about that part of them, too.

I fail at life and I am terribly sorry. Need more inspiration for this guy :/
what do you mean by "strange rule 34 mental image." by the way?
... and I posted as Mew. Again.


Gvihita sat still on his shoulder, waiting to get spotted, and Dawali was certain he felt some amount of disappointment when she was not. The bird probably expected a big fuss, and when it did not happen she - apparently - started sulking. But she sat there nonetheless, claws digging into his shoulder, true and visible for anyone to see. He glanced at her a second, and thought about the femme's question. Traditionally, the mateship is the most lasting relationship there was. But there was for example no problem in Dawali finding a new wife now that he was widowed. Divorce wasn't that common, but it happened, and it'd be settled looking at what the family needed, he supposed. There had been no divorces as he had experienced in the tribe so far. Thus many couples spent a lot of time thinking about mateship, not wanting to make hurried decisions when it was such a binding agreement. In a way, sort of. But our ways of dealing with death are probably way different than what you are used to. He would know, since it was his main work in the tribe. But I mean, you can split up a mateship if both parts really want it, but then there'd be questions about where one should belong afterwards, and their children as well. I guess it's made that way to make sure that people really work hard to live well together, you know? It seemed strict, but it wasn't really. Not if you gave your decisions enough thought beforehand, and spoke to your partner about your worries and fears. There were not-so-happy couples in the tribe among those who hadn't arrived yet, but they pulled through for their children, most of the time. When they had any, anyways.