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ooc: All are welcome. I wanted her to get a taste of another clan and perhaps learn to utilize her new form.
A Wanderer whom had taken a place in another pack, was still a Wanderer at heart. A placement did not relinquish the excitement of travel, of finding the unknown and in the spirit of exploration. It was still engraved in the Wanderer, this wonderful trait and left unchecked, it would flourish out of control like a desire that needed to be calmed. And how this desire had overtaken her so.
In the midst of a dream, she had felt the pull of her desires to take the land under her paw again, to withdraw herself from her secluded refuge in the Valley and seek another plain to explore. She wished to stretch her new-found legs and test their abilities. She wanted to feel the snow covered earth under two limbs instead of four. Yes, the beast had ascended as her sibling had done. But it was not on a whim, but through trial and error, and hope. Nightmares plagued the beast whilst she slept, horrid visions of fangs seeking to end her life and claws of black steel rending her flesh had called forth an instinct to rise and defend, to ascend a new plateau as her sister had done those years ago. There was no pain, no sound, only the fright of awakening in a mess of russet locks and slender digits of the two-legged walkers. She had cried opening for this change in excitement and fear, for she had taken the form of those she held great prejudice against, and no longer would she be able to look down upon them with jealousy in her eyes.
The change had altered her outlook greatly but rather than wallow, she proceeded to wander again and take the new path of this world from a different height. And a staggering one at that. It had taken getting used to, walking upon two legs, but with practice it had come as easily as breathing and soon, her legs her practiced enough to carry her as she ran. She felt reborn, excited, and as a mother would weep for the birth of her first litter, so did she cry for her own rebirth, unashamed…happy.
There was so much she was able to do in the here and now.
Her travels had pulled her further from the Valley into new lands that smelled of lupine and fodder. A strong mingle of the scents confused her greatly for there was no blood amidst the combined scents. It was a harmonious union, something wonderful and damned. She was brought to the marked boundary of another clan to which she remained. She had learned not to cross this invisible line without an escort or notice to the clan of any kind. Though her excitement would not betray the stoic expression upon her face, the relax stature in which she held herself. But she was not to wait here… The female lifted her muzzle to the morning sky as it was kissed by the delicate flakes of snow. She breathed deeply the frigid air and raised her voice to disturb the stillness of winter. Still her call was strange to her in this form, the octave higher, an alto to the musically inclined. But the message was the same, her intent one of innocence and curiosity. The breath in her lungs expelled, she descended carefully to the snow, legs delicately curled beside her as she stretched the rest of her form to lounge. She felt the touch of the miniscule shards within her fur but was not cold. Her attention drawn to the snow as she began to gather it in mounds, she waited.
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Hanna sat atop her little mare, her sling with Désirée tucked neatly inside away from the cold across her ebony shoulders. The little blue merle pup seemed to like riding on Galilahi, batting at the flap of the deerskin that was across her with dainty white paws. The mother looked down into her daughter's eyes, one very close in hue to Hanna's blue one, the other eerily similar to her father's deep brown, nearly black eyes. It was interesting that the girl had inherited her mother's heterochromia, though not exactly surprising.
The color of her fur was another matter; Hanna had been shocked at the curious blue-grey dappled with black. Jacquez had displayed none of that pattern on his rusty coat. Perhaps it was the same type of anomaly that allowed for the medic's dark hair when her sisters and brothers had white or light grey instead?
As Hanna turned the painted horse once more to walk slowly along the perimeter, a scree overhead made her look up. It was someone she had not seen in awhile, her companion Tobias. He swooped down, startling Gali a little but settling on Hanna's shoulder. The horse pranced, but Hanna crooned to her and she calmed within just a few minutes. Hanna was pleased at the progress she and Gali had made with each other in the few months she had been in AniWaya. Turning yet again, the quartet of beings walked silently along the fence for a while.
After perhaps ten minutes, howl rose into the still wintery air. Hanna urged Gali into a canter, and before five minutes more had passed, a figure came into view. It was a cinnamon pelted wolf to her eye, lounging comfortably on the borderlines. "Hi, my name's Hanna. Can I help you?" she inquired, drawing to a halt and then dismounting, a steadying hand on Désirée's sling.
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She had taken a liking to her meaningless task, gathering mounds of snow with her newly acquainted digits and creating something from the tiny crystals. It brought a smile to her slender visage, still unused to the finer details that now accentuated her appearance. Emotion would be difficult to veil, now more so in this body that in her prior, but it would do. With her prior form as with this one, she would have to practice masking what she did not wish to be revealed until the opportunity called for it. A tedious endeavor, but one she intended to fulfill when she deemed herself ready. But for now, she allowed herself to smile fully without hindrance and went on making her little piles in the snow. Her lengthened tail brushed the crystalline floor in leisure.
Her patience was greeted by the sound of hooves crushing the snow, a steed by the rhythm and strength exhibited with each step. Russet dome lifted in direction of the sound gradually strengthening in her ears and beheld a familiar sight that had come to her not too long ago; a lupine riding aback a horse with ease as if that were the natural order since the dawn of time. Zynex relinquished her attention on her silly project and hurried to her legs, wobbling slightly as she fought to regain balance. She would have to practice more on a hasty ascent less she wanted to embarrass herself in the future.
Her disposition was polite, a soft smile accented her muzzle as she declined her head in a subtle nod, celestial orbs straying from the eyes of the wolfess to take a gander at the bundle across her shoulder. The female had never seen something of the like and looked to this as another advantage of gaining this new ability and dexterity to incorporate what was once thought impossible. The bundle moved slightly, raising a brow of attention on the female’s face and her smile softened all the more. The faint scent of milk enveloped her senses as she advanced in slow, obvious strides. Again, she tipped her head to the ebony she-wolf and offered softly, “It’s a pleasure. My name is Zynex.” She retreated a step once the native female dismounted, her hold still solid on her animal. “I was taking a run from the Valley…hoping to learn of the other packs of the area,” she confessed, her ears pinned back in a docile display. “The scent of this place was familiar to me, for I had met one from this land in the past. I admired his work and ability as a…walker-“ what the hell had Gevena called herself and Jefferson? Luperci ? ”-and I had hoped… perhaps I could learn something, see another form of life if it was permitted.” Her tail swayed slowly, hopefully.
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Hanna liked this woman who had come to the borders. She was polite, nodding a pleasant greeting at the medic. The visitor had advanced as she dismounted, and while she had kept her fingers knotted into the horse's mane before, Hanna released her to forage for grass as she pleased, which she did with alacrity. Hanna listened intently to Zynex's words, her ears pricked forward in interest, as the woman explained what she had been doing and why she was there. She found herself nodding, understanding well the allure of knowledge that pulled the strings of both women's hearts. Hanna, too, had been to every pack, except Inferni, in the pursuit of that pack's customs, this one's beliefs.
When Zynex had finished, Hanna spoke to her, smiling as she did. "Yes, I understand exactly what you mean. These feet have taken me just about everywhere for that reason, too. I just can not help but want to know everything I can learn about everything. It would be my honor to show you around the tribe lands, and I am sure no one would take offense to it for such a noble reason as learning." Hanna turned her face from the cinnamon wolfess, clucking to her mare, who looked at her stupidly for a moment as if to say, 'but I just started eating!' before ambling to her neighing a soft complaint under her breath. Hanna did not catch the full meaning of the Low Speech, but she understood enough to give the horse a good-natured cuff behind the ear, to which the paint responded by tossing her head.
Realizing what a fool she was probably making of herself, Hanna turned back to the visitor. "Your choice: We can either ride on Gali, or we can walk, and she can follow behind us." She expected, after their random play fight, that the woman would prefer to walk, but really, either way was fine with her.
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Noticeable relief overtook the dame’s features. Understanding and an offer brought her elated spirits even higher as she observed the interaction between wolf mother and steed. The intrigue akin to that of a new cub, eager to adhere to what was new and exciting. And how thrilled was the dame to be granted entrance into what she believed to be sacred knowledge to this clan. She was beside herself. Russet tail swayed at leisure, a slight twitch of the tip entailing subdued excitement. “I’m glad to hear this,” she admitted, finally taking notice of her tail as it rapped against her thigh. Hastily she grasped the appendage, clutching it in the hopes to still it, but as her methods were coming to be seen in vain, she relinquished the hold and stood bashfully…waiting.
Her sights trailed the horse’s physique in silence, waiting for the beast’s retrieval by its handler. But it was not but a moment before she was called to speak again. An ear perked instinctively, minutely troubled when given her options. To ride another’s steed seemed a breach of intimacy between rider and animal, but perhaps it was not as she portrayed it to be within her mind. The only other she had seen with an animal of their own was Dawali and even if seen for a moment, the bond of Chief and animal was apparent. So was it witnessed by Hanna and her animal. Such an intrusion, even offered, seemed abnormal, more so than the lupine riding upon their backs.
Politely, Zynex shook her head, an ear falling against her skull modestly as she again eyed the hoofed animal and gestured with a paw away from it. “If it is not too much trouble, perhaps we could walk?” She glanced briefly to her own dual limbs. “I…still need to get used to them.” An excuse, but none the less the truth.
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