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This is the thread for the seasonal game set. Please read the part in the game lore about the spring ceremony. Dawali will have informed the members of the tribe about this, and the custom with dressing up. Also - keep in mind that none but Dawali and Ayegali has ever seen the ritual beforehand, thus it's not likely that any of the other members will know what is going to happen!
If you missed the first round of posts, or has been skipped, jump in (again) at any given time! Please try to follow the posting order as it comes along though  If the previous member hasn't posted in 4 days, skip their turn.
Edit: If in doubt - it is evening!
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The ceremonial fire crackled and lit up the ground around it, its larger components reaching nearly five or six feet in the air - it was a massive source of light. Perhaps a yard or two from the flames' edge Dawali had created a stone pavement of sorts, a square ground made flat with smoothed rock - to serve as the ceremonial meeting ground. It had taken him a long time to create this, which was part of the reason why the ceremony was late as well. The widowed male didn't have much else to do though, unless Leland or Ember stopped by. Tayui was busy with her four children, and he did not expect her to have time to visit her old sub-leader. In fact, he saw it as his duty to visit her. Now that Asha had proclaimed that she would go back to search for the others - Aiyanna among them, he definitely did not have that much to occupy his time with. So, he'd begun building the townhouse - or rather collecting materials for it - and had made this paved area. It looked nice, and it would serve its purpose this time. Around the large square area stood torches, supported by sturdy, but small sticks tied together by rope. The torches were lifted sufficiently high up in the air, so the constructions would not take fire as it continued to burn. All in all, it was clear to anyone who came to the ceremony, that this was the place where things would happen - but also that it was no place to be the whole thing through. It was for certain parts of the ceremony only, namely the dancing. Everything before that would happen by the ceremonial fire, and thus this is where Dawali stood to greet them all.
Curiously waiting, eager to see who would come, Dawali pulled at his vest-like chest piece for the second time, straightening it. It was made from leather, nicely smooth and soft leather, with crude but decorative stitches making sure it stayed together. It matched his trousers, and together with the feather ornament which he had wrapped around his large braids from the neck and down, it made up his "good" suit. Mischka had made it - and it was for such occasions as this one. Gvihita sat on his shoulder, invisible to all but himself, and eagerly eyed the laid out leather cover at his side, with large chunks of prepared meat resting on it. On top of the heap lay a single package, wrapped in thin, fine leather. A strange smell emitted from it, and those who had never smelled or tasted this before would have something special ahead of them. The two ingredients in the little wrapped package had a special role to play in the ceremony, as they would all find out when they got here.
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They all had to come! Noir had been playing by herself and almost ready for bedtime, but the light that pierced the incoming darkness was more interesting than bed. Yes, even more interested than Toefur at the moment. It was possible her mother had mentioned something about this and a possible meeting with everyone that lived here, but if that was the case, the little tan girl had completely forgotten. It was the first time she had ever seen such a big fire, and she wanted to see what this was all about! Her tiny feet sped up, carrying the little fluff of fur in the direction of the strange view. Was it really a fire? She did not know they could be this big! The scent of Dawali danced in her nostrils as she came closer, and her little body went crazy with energy. She had to tell him a lot a lot. About the magic rock that turned out to be some kind of egg where baby things came out, and that she liked flowers and had picked one for him! Yes! The flower that she had picked for the sub-leader of the pack was back home a random place, but flowers were not that rare anymore, so she nicked at one while running, and so now she had a flower in her mouth. It would be the best gift in the world, because flowers were one of the prettiest things in the world. To Noir, at least. She was amazed by the things. She had first started to notice them when she had attempted to gather herbs for medicine days before, but now she couldn’t get enough of them. It was not only that they looked extremely pretty, but the smell! Oh, yes, the celestial smell that made her whole being want to fly. She wanted to be a flower too. Or, she wanted to smell like a flower!
The large fire slightly hurt her eyes when she came close, but she forgot all about that when she saw Dawali, all alone near the fire. Oh, and he even had meat there. He was so kind. The man was quickly becoming one of the Aston girl’s favourite adults in the pack, and one of her idols. He was so kind, both to her alone and her family, giving blankets and food to them. She raced to the male, breathing heavily from her little run. The whole trip had not taken many minutes (the girl had been nearby, lost in game), but her chest slightly hurt because she had hurried so much. She halfway clawed up at the male, her front legs resting beneath his knees. ”Dwaralee, I has flowers for you means love Dwaralee.” She did not know this, but Dawali had become a parental figure she had grown attached to, even if she did not know that she lacked a proper father. ”Dwaralii.” She had grown since that morning with blankets, octopus plushies and rabbits, but she was still a small child. She was still not too young to be held. She wanted to be held! She clawed his knee, her need being obvious. ”Can Noir fly, please” She mewled lowly with the little flower between her jaws. Was she allowed to stay here for a little while? Where there was food, there was Noir. Now when she thought about it, she was slightly hungry. Dawali always gave her food, she liked him.
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She didn't know what it was, but it was almost like something had snapped inside of her. Ember walked with the gait of a wolf who was sure of herself, each foot hitting the ground with a sort of confident finality that hadn't previously belonged to the dark female. She'd been a bit of a daddy's girl in her youth, and then she'd had her wild days, but now she felt like a completely new person. Shiny new. She had been a part of many packs, from Dahlia de Mai, Labrynth Glen and Shadowed Sun to Esper Hollow...but she had never felt this way in any of them. In this pack, she felt like she was somebody. She felt encouraged to better herself, to train with the sword that she had found in the castle and sharpen her skills so that she could hunt for and defend the pack against any who would seek to harm it. She wasn't the most social of wolves, but she did have a few very close friends and was slowly settling into a stable, adult life. The sun was sinking down below the horizon. It felt to her like the days were getting longer. Ember didn't know very much about such things, but she had noticed that she was getting a lot more done and that she was able to walk longer distances in the light than she had in the winter time. It was really helpful. She hadn't been sure about the exact time that they were supposed to all come to the place, only that it was going to be around evening. She approached the meeting place, stepping out of the treeline. She'd been told about the festivities, but hadn't been sure of what to make of one part of it. Dressing up? Dressing up as what? The only "clothes" that she really owned was the black cloak that Ryan had made for her and the tough belt that Lightning hung from, around her waist. She had never felt the need to wear anything more, as her fur was thick enough to ward off any chills that got through the cloak. So to the city she'd gone. She'd looked for clothing after picking up a couple of books from the library, and had found a costume shop after only a few hours of searching. The costumes had all been pretty dusty and they did smell kind of funny, but she had found something that was to her liking. It was a dress that was in the same style as the ones that the characters in her books wore. Long, flowy, and red...but with a sort of cream colored shirt underneath it. The front had a bodice that was kept tied together with a string. Her hair wasn't tied back as she normally had it, in a ponytail or otherwise and hung straight and neat over her shoulders, reaching past the neckline of the long dress. She had chosen to keep her cloak on and Lightning was kept strapped to her side as usual. However, she had decorated the belt with small plastic gems that sparkled in the firelight as she approached. She could see that Noir was there and she grinned at the pup's antics, coming up to her and Dawali.
"Nice night, isn't it?" She really liked what her friend was wearing, all of the leather pieces all sewn together, but wasn't sure if she should comment on it or not. She didn't even know if what she was wearing was right, only that it was something other than what she would have worn every day. Maybe after this meeting she would wear more dresses, if she ended up liking them. So far she thought that they were alright. "I like your outfit." She blurted.
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The grayish wolf had passed through a lot these days. So much changes, and so fast... It had hitted her like a metal hammer. Even more the last time she saw Leland. It didn't leave her mind since. It was everywhere, everytime. Concentrating in her outfit had been a tough thing to do. But she did it, thanks God. And could make a few trinkets to Seymour, Saw and her new mare, Bluma, which she was riding now.
Catherine couldn't find courage to pass to a gallope, as they was still in the slow trotte. Seymour was sitting in the shoulder, being careful to not claw the stripe of her shirt. It was very light blue, the sleeves tied by a thin deep blue line. It was made of a piece of silk she found in Halifax, not long ago - she went there for a few days, looking for material for her outfit. The skirt she was wearing, instead of her traditional faded jeans, was royal blue, reaching to her knees, made of silk as well. She spent the first hours of that day finishing the skirt and picking up blue wild flowers for a garland, that now rested on her head. Seymour got himself a collar made of leaves, that fitted on Catherine's wristes. Saw was wearing a thin, scaled golden chain, firmly tied in the end of his slim, blackish body, now lying in the woman's tighs. As Seymour was changing his feathers, the wolfess used a few in a necklace for her, and tied some in Bluma's chocolate brown mane, along with some braids.
The strong light of the fire was guiding them. As the fire got easier to see, stronger the scent of the others got, and faster Catherine's heart beated. Dawali, Ember and Noir. She slowed up and dismounted, wrapping the stripe of leather attached on Bluma's mouth in tree's branch. The grass near the roots of the maple tree would keep her entretained. Rubbing her hand in the horse's head twice, she went to the others on foot, Saw slithering in the ground, Seymour still on her shoulder.
Hey, guys! she greeted, waving once to them. Looking at the adult wolves, she smiled as warm as the fire. Well, I think I'm not that late. she said, noticing that the others didn't come yet. Finally, her eyes found the little brown fur ball, dancing around. She crouched, kneeling in the ground slowly. Oh, look who is here! You've grown. she noticed, since she first saw the kid.
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Mahlouk was walking back from Crimson Dream. He was sore, but it was a comfortable sore. One that seeped into your bones and body and you remembered each time how you had become that way. Each time he remembered a shiver of need went down his spine and he was almost tempted to turn back. His wolf form felt awkward at the moment, after being in his luperci form for a few hours doing something that brought a blush to his emotionless face. Sighing he got back onto AniWaya lands with Boo dangling from his maw.
His mind kept going back to Jasper. Why had he tracked the male down? Had it been because he was angry with him, or because he had been ready to do it again? Trying not to think about it to much the scarred male kept walking while carrying Boo. It was the strong scent of smoke that made him stop. Lifting his nose to the air he let the smell drag into his lungs so he could be sure he smelt it. Mahlouk was sure he smelt it now.
Feeling curiosity and concern rise in his breast the story keeper started in the direction he felt it was strongest. As the smell got stronger, Mahlouk swore the heat did to. The he wolf picked up a jog going on until he finally saw the yellow and oranges of the flames. Slowing down some he remembered a time when the heat of those flames had licked his flesh to seal the pictures of his scars. A sudden streak of fear raced through his body and he stopped for an instant.
It was the sight of Dawali that made the fear recede. Moving ahead with Boo in his maw he saw that the fire was in control and other pack members were there, including the girl named Catherine who he had rudely told off one night. Mahlouk thought to apologize to her when he got the chance. The scarred male was sad to not see Ayegali there, but what could he do? Walking towards his fellow pack mates his face was blank while his teddy bear companion hung from his mouth. He hoped that the others wouldn't notice the strong smell of sex and male hanging on his coat. It almost made him turn and walk in the other direction. The tall white male went to Dawali's side an sat putting Boo between his two front paws. "Hello." He said lightly, not looking at the strangers already knowing the looks he would get because of his scars.
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The small girl had been avoiding her siblings since she'd recently learned that they tended to try and keep her from getting to explore all the really interesting places. Mother had said that she had to be at the meeting that evening though and so Oceane had slowly made her way to where the ceremony was suppose to take place. She had no idea what was going on though she knew that Dawali was suppose to be doing something special and as much as she didn't want to be grouped together as a child with the rest of her siblings she wanted to see what this surprise that their mother's friend had for them all.
Oceane had managed to keep herself clean for once and didn't have to stop to wash in the creek or groom her fur. Though that meant that her afternoon had been rather boring and unexciting she knew that she would live. The girl heard her sister's high pitched voice and rolled her eyes as she trotted up to the gathering pack. Noir always had to make herself the center of attention with cute little words and shows. If that didn't work she always resorted to what she was best at, crying.
"Stop being a baby Noir.." she called, her ocean orbs casting at her pudgy sister as she circled around Dawali and Noir. She really didn't understand what was so great about looking like a fool, but then again she didn't exactly like to be cuddled and snuggled and preened. If she could find away out of all the mushiness she would. She eyed her mother's friend as she scooted away from the two, hoping that he didn't think that she wanted to fly too.
The chocolate and beige girl didn't hate her sister, or even her brothers. She was just growing older and decided that she needed her own space and room to grow. She plopped down on the ground near a strange male covered in scars. The little one was rather impressed by how much he'd been mauled and the fact that he was still alive. Though she was debating on if he was a good fighter, or just a lucky wimp she didn't bother to ask him. Her sea foam eyes were darting from packmember to packmember as her tail thumped behind her softly. Her aunt still hadn't arrived and she wondered where she was, for that matter she wondered where her mother was but she just held her tongue for now.
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Attila was tracking a very known smell. His sister's. He hand't reallt paid attention to his mother's request for them to be there, but he knew the scheme with them. It was very simple, actually. Where there was food, there would be Noir. Where Noir was, so would be Toefur. Whe boh of them where, therewould be Oce, trying to steal the octopus plushie and bug her sister. Where the two female's where, there would be Claudius, trying not be alone and vulnerable to his bully brother. So, wherever Claudius was, so would be Attila, wanting to terrorize him to death.
He was wearing nothing, besides his white-and-beige stripped socks and red bandana, attached on his forehead, sustaining his white tuff of fur. It had small white spots, and it looked so ,bad boy, that he couldn't help but to wear it.
The fire was getting even more strong, and so was his sister's scent. His trotte turned into a clumsy gallope. He darted pass by a cream mare, but he didn't care. That only meant that someone came here riding it. Jumping over a tiny, growing bush, he stoped, his eyes found his sisters, but not his brother. The Aston boy rolled his grayish-blue eyes and trotted slowly to his female littermates.
"What'f up, fifers?" he asked, with a different accent. He noticed the "s" sound in the end of his phrase, but he didn't celebrate or something like that. The "s"s where starting to show up, but still rarely. They were growing, after all, and he knew that his spelling issue wouldn't last forever.
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A lump of fur very familiar to him came darting out of the vegetation bordering the area, a single flower in her mouth. Why she had picked it he did not know, but she wasn't the first little girl to be deeply fascinated by the things. Chuckling, he gave in to her request about "flying", and picked the girl up to rest between his arm and hip, and the second she sat there he took the chance to poke her tummy just once - he knew very well how ticklish she was! Quickly, she was growing to be one of his clear favorites of the pack pups, but it was likely because she was the only one he'd encountered on his own. Smiling at her, he whispered in his ear, just as his eyes saw the form of Ember approaching. But just a little while, ok? Dawali has to do important stuff, but you can watch if you want.
The red wolf smiled in return of her casual greeting, and could not help but to have to clear his throat, a little uncomfortable, when she mentioned his outfit. Her own was, in fact, quite nice as well, although he never knew how to say such things to women. Pulling on his shirt with the one hand not holding Noir, he blurted out something similar about her own dress, quite embarrassed, and was then distracted by a series of members approaching. There came Catherine, and Mahlouk, and soon Oceane was walking at the base of his feet, telling Noir to not be a baby. Again the male whispered to the girl as he put her down to her sister, and now her brother, too, which had just come. Sit still with your siblings now, ok? Be a good girl for Dawali. Ruffling the heads of both the other kids, he mumbled that they would all sit put as good kids until their mother arrived (she was likely just late, perhaps with the last of the children), because the events would have to begin now that the numbers were increasing. Others were also missing, but they would just have to come late, it didn't really matter, as everything would last the rest of the evening.
Clearing his throat, the male took some steps away from the children, and closer to the fire, as if the distance between them and him would create an aura of formality. In the light his red furs shone like fire itself, his eyes sparkling in the midst, like gold. My family! We've all come here to celebrate the end of winter, the beginning of new life and a more comfortable season to live in. The children in our midst is the proof of our fortune - we lost no family members during the winter, instead we gained four. It is them we celebrate, for they are the symbol of everything we live for. Who will take our duties when we are too old and weak to do them? Who is it the life we have relies on? It is the young - and spring is the season of the young. Thus, we celebrate the spring, and we bless this season with whatever means we have, hoping that good fortunes will follow us always, so that we may thrive each spring as nature does all around us. His voice was strong and firm as he spoke, looking at the children for whom this ceremony was created. Deftly, Dawali turned for a moment, and reached out for the little wrapped package on top of the pile of meat. This is wapiti tongue, and our sacred herbs. The tongue is the more delicate part of our prey, the more valuable, and it is this we will offer to the great fire. Along with it, we give some of our herbs that also survived the winter, in our storage rooms. Everyone, come to the fire and breathe in the fumes of our sacrifice, because it is our blessing, and a sign of our dedication. The package was thrown onto the fire, and immediately it fizzled and burned, because the tongue was fresh, not dried like almost all other meat they had. It was Catherine's merit that they even had one - she was the one who had given them the opportunity. Closing in on the fire and the fumes that now stood from the fire, Dawali breathed in deeply, but only once. He knew the effects of tobacco, but he wanted the others to experience it without warning. It was a wholly new spiritual experience that had come for most of them, and he would not dictate how it should be. He sincerely hoped none of it scared them off, because likely it was very strange to them, but he trusted them to be able to see the symbolism in all that he did. Spirituality would come to them as well, in time, or so he thought.
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He lifted her up in his strong arms and held her there. She gazed down on the world, amazed by the world’s appearance from a higher point of view. She really wanted to grow up instantly only to be able to stay on this level. He whispered his words into her ear, and she nodded quietly, a pathetic overwhelming happy expression on her pale face. She wondered what kind of important things he had to do, and she considered asking if he needed help, but the plan to try to be of assistance died as Ember entered the scene. Why was Ember so pretty looking? Noir was not wearing anything, but she was not in a form where dresses would fit her. She was oblivious to this fact, and therefore she could only stare at the green eyed female with envy shining in her blue and gold sprinkled orbs.
All of a sudden she could feel a slight regret for making Dawali hold her, because the approaching woman and her horse made her shiny eyes want to pop out. The sight of the horse drove her breath away, and she wanted to run straight over to the woman to ask to sit on the pack animal. Noir wanted one too, and she wanted it so badly. Though, when the scarred male arrived, her face sought sanctuary against the sub-leader’s chest. She felt a shiver run through her little body, and her hackles rose slowly until she heard his hello. She grimaced against the man’s chest and refused to allow her curiosity to let her have another look on the white and scary looking man. He was not pretty, and even though Noir took pride in being an overall friendly being, she did not want to talk nor look at him.
Ocèane’s voice drifted in and called her a baby, but she did not respond to her darker sister’s words. Her female sibling always said mean stuff to her anyway, so she had decided that she would just ignore Oce’s stupid words when they came. Perhaps, if she managed to make this last long enough, she would stop bugging her lighter sister. Attila came too, and she finally dispatched herself from the big man’s chest and looked down at him, flashing a little smile. ”Hi, Attila, so pretty you!” He had pretty things on him, and she thought he looked quite handsome. She wished she could have found some pretty things to put on as well. Her jealous thoughts were interrupted when the man put her down and told her to be nice, and she nodded at him again, determined to make him proud.
When the sub-leader started talking, she sincerely tried to listen, but as he kept talking and the words became too difficult for her to understand, her eyes slowly wandered over to the greyish woman. She had said that Noir had grown, and seemed so nice. The child meant that she could remember the adult’s face, but she could make no name out of that face. She had been very nice to the child, and therefore Noir desperately wanted to get to know her and her oh so extremely pretty horse. Dawali and the ritual he was performing were completely forgotten. Her paws soundlessly tapped against the cool ground, and it was very hard for the child to sit still. Her face turned to Dawali to see him throw something into the fire, and she used this opportunity to sneak over to the woman that had arrived with the horse, trying the best she could to ignore the scary scarred man.
When she was by the woman’s feet, she let a timid whimper sound, a quiet plea for attention.
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Ember was interested to see the ceremony, after what she'd heard about it. Her friendship with Dawali was growing as she spent more and more time around him, and this would be a new side of him for her to see. She had been living in Aniwaya for a while now, compared to her time spent in other packs, and she wanted to learn more about the tribe's customs and laws. She thought that it was really interesting that they had different events for the changing of the seasons--it made perfect sense to her, that they should welcome the new life that was springing up all around them. The life that they had been given was a gift, and they were showing their appreciation for recieving that gift. Dawali spoke to her and she accepted the compliment with a nod, still smiling.
More of the tribe members arrived and she turned away from Dawali and Noir to greet Catherine and Bluma. Ember did not have the gift of speaking with animals, only her own whale-companion Utriu, so she could not greet the horse in the proper way for its species. Instead, she smiled largely at it and its rider. "Hey there, Catherine. How have you been doing?" She asked.
Soon afterwards, Oceane and Atilla both arrived and she waved at the pups. Tayui hadn't come yet, but surely she would after a little while. Ember could watch the little ones and make sure they didn't get into any trouble until the mother came with Claudius. Noir went toward Catherine, which didn't bother Ember any. As long as she didn't scare the horse and wasn't bothering the female, things would be alright.
The ceremony was beginning, and the dark caretaker sat back beside the other two children with her knees up to her chest and dress folded carefully around her legs to watch what Dawali did and said with curious eyes. No matter how much knowledge Ember had, with her reading ability and her work with the sword, Dawali knew the ways of the tribe. He would always be her leader because he had the experience that it took to lead a group.
She watched as the package fizzled in the fire, thinking over the events of the last few months. They really were lucky to have Tayui and her pups there--without pups, a pack would eventually die out. The pups were their future, the future of Aniwaya. She didn't know if they were supposed to say anything as the tongue burned, so she simply breathed in and out as she normally would. There was an odd smoke in the air, but it had to be a part of the ceremony. Dawali wasn't commenting on it, after all. She breathed it in too, the urge to cough going away after a couple breaths of it. Would he explain more things to them? The things that had already happened were mystifying, and she looked at the burnt-red leader to see if he had anything more to say.
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She was amused of how tall the fire was. Not that she hadn't seen it before, but, in this night, it seemed even larger. Also, she noticed the other Aniwayans coming. How couldn't she reconize Mahlouk and his deep voice? Or even the one brownish and one pale cream spots near her ankles? Her attention was now at Ember, that answered her greetings. Pretty good, thanks. How about you? She replied with another answer and a question.
It was only missing one pup, so did some other packmates, but the ceremony have started, and the grayish female moved quick but silently to her place.
It happened rather slowly, but she paied complete attention at it. Dawali's speech was inspiring, and she gave the pups a long glance. Yes, it was truth, and the connection of the youngs with the blooming flowers and the warm weather was almost... poethic. He talked about the elk's tongue, and she instantly remembered of their hunting. It felt good to help such a beautiful tradition. Also, she helped to fill up the stocks of the tribe. The woman was proud of herself. The black mamba around her neck hissed very lowly in her ear. She glanced at him, and he nodded the triangular head to her. He was glad too. Seymour harshed as low as the snake's hiss. Only that, but it was enough.
The reddish wolf threw the package in the fire, and Catherine inspired deeply, and sighed with almost a cough in the end. She inaled the smoke a few more times when it got easier to take. A click in her head remembered of her and Siobvan drinking vodka. Only now she found out that it was an alcoholic drink. Not that she cared. Actually, she went back to that store to fetch some of those crates. She only drinks a few saps, Only until she felt a bit dizzy, then she stopped, although it was almost every night. Right now she was completely sober, not that she wasn't going to fill her fee when she get back.
The female was about to sniff the snoke again when a low, pleading whimper called her attention. Her good eye met the young Noir, the first one to make it here. The kid looked at her with pretty baby blue eyes. Calmly, she lowered her head to the child, a warm smile in her face. What is it, Noir? she asked with a quiet and caring voice to the brownish girl.
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Oceane had quieted down when Dawali put her sister back down and began to speak. She didn't understand everything that he was talking about but she listened with a serious little look plastered across her face. When he placed the piece of meat into the fire and the sharp scent reached her nose she shook her head once but as instructed to breath in the smoke the little girl followed with faith like she believe that one day she would find her spirit guide. She took a step forward, closer to the flames of the fire as she slowly inhaled the smoke. The back of her throat was irritated slightly but she tried to ignore that fact and continue in on the importance of the ceremony.
When her little sister let out a whimper and Oceane realized that she wasn't paying attention to the events at all but was staring at one of the packmembers that just so happened to have a lot of scars she rolled her eyes and tried to ignore her sibling. She was distracting others it it seemed, for Catherine seemed to look down at the small one that was trying to hide under her and asked her what was going on.
Suddenly though as the effects of the tobacco seemed to take over Oceane was able to brush off the irritation that she'd felt for her sister's actions and just sit there in a mellow state. She didn't know just what was happening but she somehow came to the conclusion that she liked this new path in life. She turned her little sea foam orbs towards Dawali as she sighed quietly, not fully understanding just what was happening, but one raised fully in the religions of the tribe she would believe anything that the elders spoke of when it came to the spirits.
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Attila stuffed his chest with pride of Noir's comment. He felt good with that, and with those clothes. Theyy were comfortable and cool. Who knew? He felt like those street gangsters he saw once in a book's picture -he sneeked on his mother's stuff. So what?- They looked fine.
As the sub-leader started to talk, he wasn't paying any attention at him. The pale boy was searching for any sign of his brother, or his mother -so he could ask where the heck he was. Maybe his logic had failed this time.
His grayish blue eyes noticed Noir going to act as the baby she was with a packmember. He reconized her as the woman that was bothering him that day they were playing, when there was a wet snow in the ground. Oce was going to sniff something in the fire, as some of the others were doing. He made a face in that -why to sniff smoke?- and turned to Dawali. "Where if the food? the Aston boy asked bluntly, with a grumpy and bored face at the same time. Besides Claudius, he was here for the same reason as Noir: food. He wasn't going to do nothing until they tell him where it was.
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The ceremonial feeling broke as the pups failed to pay attention, and Dawali felt a small irritation poking his side. Well, it was all good and well that they were here, he was glad for that. Still he had expected them to sit still at least a moment or two, especially since Ocèane was here, and she seemed to quite enjoy the role of substitute mother when Tayui wasn't around. Looking to the more mature female pup, Dawali had to repress a chuckle as she was clearly affected by the tobacco, and quite happily so. When he was standing there in front of everyone like this he could do nothing to hinder the children in breaking up the attention between them and himself. Bending down to Attila, he would have to be strict now, but he had children of his own - he knew the deal. Hush, Attila. Be silent, it's not polite to just demand food like you just did. This is something important, ok? His voice was low, nearly a whisper, and not angry by far, but stern. Straightening up again, the male resumed his task and looked at the others present, gaze wandering from person to person. Obviously, it was not the children's fault that they did not know formality and how to behave in such a situation, but it still made him slightly annoyed. Hopefully he would gain everyone's attention again as soon as he spoke up again.
It seemed everyone had smelled the tobacco, and if they had not they could still move in while he continued to speak. The little package was soon burnt up anyway, for the fire was quite hungry. The spring ritual was short, but the celebration was not. Turning around, the male bent to the large heap and moved the meat that rested on top of it away, revealing a considerable heap of fine sand. Turning back again to the tribesmembers, he formed his hands like a bowl and took sand in it - throwing it onto the flames. To symbolize the dying winter and the new-born spring, we kill the fire with sands, only to relight it. It is a refreshing ritual, and it should also be performed in every household that has its own hearth. The new hearth must be re-kindled from the embers of the new great fire. One glance went to Ember herself as he uttered her sacred namesake, before he returned to his task. We should all take part in the quenching of the fire. Please, help me kill the flames. Hopefully, the children might find this amusing - to be allowed to throw sand onto a fire. Turning around again, Dawali grabbed another handful of sand and aimed at the embers at the bottom. If everyone took part it would not take long, and then Attila would get his will - hopefully before any more interruptions.
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Blue eyes graced with a light layer of gold quickly flew over the rest of the group, and a lump slowly started to grow in her throat. She had been so careful and had tried to get over to the greyish female without anyone noticing, but it seemed that the rest of the group had a magical ability to notice everything she did. The kind woman that had told her that she had grown looked down at her and lowered her face to the tan girl’s level. She asked what it was, but for a moment the little girl stayed silent, a silent fear gripping her heart, because she knew what she had done was wrong. Her eyes sought out Attila and Dawali as her brother asked when there would be food. Her stomach gave her a quick reminder that it wanted attention and nutrition, but her focus stayed on the sub-leader and her ears folded back when he told Attila not to be so rude. This meeting was her very first, and it did not seem as fun as she had expected it to be. The main reason why this was the case was because Noir did not understand what was going on. She knew very little in general about the tribe’s way of living. With age, that would come, but for now this meant nothing to her. Though, she was sorry if she was ruining anything. Their eyes had been on her and made her uncomfortable, but Dawali had not told her off. Her tail sought comfort between her tail, and she stayed quiet as Dawali turned to continue what he had started.
She would ask the gray lady her question afterwards. She really wanted to get a better look on that horse, because it was so pretty. When the leader said that they were to kill the flames, she felt the fur along her spine rise slightly. Along with water, the girl was slightly afraid of fire. Well, not normally, but normal fires were not this big. She took a half hearted breath before she padded over towards the sub leader, intent to try to be a good girl and help kill the fire. She kept her distance to the flames though, and turned around to have her back against it as she kicked a bit of sand in the blaze’s direction. If she had taken care to look behind her shoulder, she would have noticed that her sand never reached the flames. She was oblivious of this, and so after a few kicks, she stepped away from the fire, the warmth from the light source uncomfortable against her furred skin. Her nose stung with an unknown scent, and she was not sure if it made her feel uncomfortable or not. It was thick and aromatic, and she felt slightly lightheaded. She found her previous spot next to the woman and sat down again, her fur slowly settling again. She hoped she had not done anything wrong and stuff, but being so close to the fire had been uncomfortable.
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Catherine waited to Noir to talk, but she didn't. The woman couldn't help but to muse what did the girl wanted. However, her attention returned to the sub-leader. He spoke, but her mind wandered away. Only now she noticed that their leader hadn't been around. She hadn't seen the black wolfess around -and the grayish female wandered around the territories a lot. Her mind came back to reality when the sound of a bunch of sand were threw in the fire. Her good eye noticed that Dawali did that, as well as the girl went to it, and threw a bit of sand with the paws, although it didn't reach the fire at all. She didn't even need to ask what to do.
She rose up and walked slowly to the sand pile. With the hands in the shape of a shalow bowl, she took a bit and threw in the fire. The female repeated the process at least ten times, over and over again. The pup was gone minutes ago, but Catherine got bothered with the face of the kid. The girl looked blue now, different from when she first saw her, after nearing to the fire. She straightened her back and went to the kid. Sitting on her knees, she lowered her head to the young again, with a tender smile on her face.
What is the problem, sweetie?, the woman asked, with the softest, warmest voice she could make. Somehow, she felt it wasn't quite enough.
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Oceane listened quietly as she stayed by the warm flickering flames of the fire. She flicked her ears back slightly as Attila was scowled, a smug smile appearing on her lips as she straightened her little form taller and basked in the glow of the bonfire. She tried to ignore Noir's little episode but after a while she had to turn and heave a sigh at her lighter hued sibling. The effects of the tobacco causing her to not care so much about the normally nerve grating things that her siblings were doing, instead now she just gave little woeful sounds and tried to tune back into what Dawali was speaking about.
She watched with amusement in his eyes as he began to feed sands to the fire. She didn't understand how from destroying the flames they would be able to bring them back once more but like the good little child who still believed in fairytales and magic she went along willingly. Stepping forward after everyone else had she cast her little paws in the sands and slowly scooted them closer to the fire until her little nose was nearly burned. Sneezing at the harsh smell of burning wood she turned and like a cat flicked the sands over the fire. She could hear the hissing of the flames battling the sands but within seconds it was over and though she couldn't really tell the fires did seem more docile.
Looking up to Dawali she waited to see just what was next on the events for the day.
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Attila frowned, as stubborn and laws-hater as he was, and turned away from him with heavy steps, and sitted as heavy in the earthy ground. He always did that when adults didn't give him what he wanted.
He didn't pay any attention to Dawali -he didn't give him food, for crying out loud!-, and played with a string of his sock that was out of place. Easily distracted as he was, he forgot the string, and his eyes wondered until they lyed on the scarred male. Finding shapes of those -made on purpose or not-, he noticed the others were throwing sand on the fire. Not sure why but it looked very fun.
His growing legs raced toward the sand pile. Skillfully, he turned his bump to the fire -it was pretty warm-, and moved the front ones, in a digging movement. The sand flew to the fire quickly, the boy watching all the process. The light, the warm and the sounds of the fire slowly faded away, as it got smaller and smaller.
Seeing that it only rested a tiny flame, the nasty kid let it die by its own. A very low, whispery hiss, and it dissapeared completely, a thin line of smoke coming from where the flame once was. One glad laugh and the male walked back to his seat. No biggy, but he was hungrer now. All that effort for nothing. He knew patience was a virtue, but he never had it. Too bad.
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They all threw sand on the fire, and when Attila as the last one came in to help he finished it off. What had been a great column of flames was now a small, winding string of smoke, rising to the sky to mix with the other elements. Dawali looked at it for a second, overcome with memories from gatherings like this one in his years in the tribe - before they had to move. They had been so many, and the ceremony had been such a great experience for them all. Now they were few, and he was the only one who truly felt the significance of their ritual. It didn't make him sad, because he knew that it would come - spirituality would find them, as their spirit guides did. No person with the aid of a spirit can deny the many layers of life - and especially not the spiritual one. Looking back at the young boy, who luckily had found some entertainment in the killing of the fire, Dawali smiled. He was happy with them all, and you could only expect children to be unruly.
Nodding, Dawali spoke before reaching for his belt and taking off the thread with his two rocks - the means of making fire. The ceremonial fire's flames have died, and now they will be relit. This is our rebirth, and the world's rebirth, and we shall respect it like we respect the dangers of fire. He'd seen the little funny look on Noir's face as she smelled the tobacco - it'd been entertaining. Oceane, too, was not untouched, and it seemed Ember had taken a whiff as well. Quickly getting down to one knee, Dawali found a piece of wood among the twigs he'd collected for this, and within not long he had skillfully created new flame in the middle of the still warm, but dead construction of poles and firewood. It grew very fast since the wood was still warm, and as the sub-leader rose he smiled, one arm reaching out the big pile behind him and removing the cover, only to reveal a large heap of semi-raw meats. It was the results of Catherine's hunt, and now everyone would take part in the feasting. The ceremonial fire is alight again. Now, we can feast and celebrate! Every night for six more nights there will be a feast here, and dancing. Please, help yourself, and have fun! Smiling, Dawali took a small chunk of flesh and threw it to Attila, who had complained so much about not getting any food. Then, not hungry, but content with his tribe's participation, he sat down on a piece of leather at a comfortable distance from the fire, drew out his small home made flute and started playing. It only had five tones, made from wood, and he played the native songs of his people, songs that everyone had known when he was a child. Everyone had sung them, played them, hummed them as they worked in the fields, yelled them as they marched to the hunt and war. Now it was only him, but he would bring these traditions to his new people, that was his goal. The melodies were sometimes heavily rhythmical, inviting to dance, and some were swimming, smooth sounds jumping from one tone to another, as if exploring the air they had been created with. He smiled as he played, a strange a grin as one ever saw, but it was a pleasant face nonetheless.
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........ Things happened and the rest of the present wolves except for the scarred, scary man helped killing the fire. She had liked looking at it, and the evening was all of a sudden very dark without it. Noir wished for her mother to be there, but she was not scared, because there were a lot of other people here with her. Attila received food, and Noir could feel her own belly grumble, but she was a good girl and turned her attention again to the woman next to her. Her tanned tail wagged uncertainly, because maybe the woman would rather want to eat than show Noir her horse. It was just so exciting, and the golden child desperately wanted a closer look to the large pack animal. It was so pretty!
........ "Can I look at your horse, miss woman? " Noir took care to pronounce the words clearly. She had had some troubles with talking too fast with a horrible grammar, but that was slowly changing for the better. Her speech was not flawless, but it had improved dramatically since the morning with Toefur and Dawali. The child stole a glance at the rest of the group, but it seemed that Dawali was done now since they had started to eat. She hoped she had not made him angry, but she had just not understand what this all was about. It was the children’s first pack meeting, and without their mother as well.
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