A manamanaman!

Ceval Acissej · 01-06-2010, 09:21 AM

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Oh, he had never joined a place where they had wars and stuff before. The main phrase going through his head, stuck on repeat: oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oooooh booooy! Oh boy! He was a fighter now because he was in a fighting clan and those stupid ass wolves would just have to watch their stupid asses because they were going down. If the elders of his former clan had known what he was involved in, then oooh boy he would have been in trouble now. They had loved their precious peace and he had found it boring because nothing new ever happened. Ceval had lived his years on this earth in a quiet existence where the peak of thrill would be taking down yet another pray.

The forests where he came from provided its meat eaters with an overflow of pray in every size and form. It had been a good life, but somehow at some point he had suddenly ended up here instead. He had wandered away and not turned back in time for dinner. When he had figured dinner was lost he had just continued on until he had also missed out on his evening meal. It had gone on like that for quite a while and now he was the fresh member of a clan that was fighting wolves. Ceval came from an area where wolf packs were few and conflicts nonexistent. This was all very strange, but he did feel quite good about himself and that was what counted.

The male’s rump shook as he followed some inner rhythm. He was not the brightest fork in the dressing room, but he did know that ignorance was bliss. He was a content man, Ceval Acissej, and the things he chose to do settled his curiosity and made him even more content. Now he would be going into war and all – his old folks would be so proud if they knew the courage and strength their son invested in this clan. He would be a hero and return as the leader of his own clan. Inferni leader Ceval, the hero. ”Leader-hero-man!” his voice burst out with a hum following as he improvised an own song that he would sing for his grandchildren the day when they asked how he had become a hero in the first place.

For all Ceval cared he was a hero already. He had decided on this and things usually turned out as he wished, so why wouldn’t this? Puny wolves. Ceval had claws and teeth and he was certain this war thing couldn’t possibly be any big deal like they sang in the great songs of old. ”Ceval-maaaan.” he grumbled in his dark singing voice. ”MAN” He would be a hero and a man and a leader. Tongue lolled out of his open maw as he continued to hum out loudly. Right now he was doing nothing but walking in random directions within the territory, but he could easily show it off as patrolling.

Sam Kergen · 01-10-2010, 11:59 PM

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A lithe, tawny form trotted through the Inferni territory, a slight scowl marring its face. Silence floated all around the creature; its paws making no sound whatsoever in the snow underfoot. The pointed ears were alert, pricked forward.

A sudden, loud outburst from ahead caused the coyote to pause in his tracks, one front paw raised, ears straining. The fuchsia eyes narrowed as they focused on the path ahead. The scent told Sam it was another member of Inferni, but that did little to settle the bristling fur along his spine and shoulders. He started off again, headed towards the source of the shouting.

As he trotted, Sam began thinking about the upcoming war. It had been two years since the last war. He had barely survived that ordeal. But not without sustaining several wounds. He had almost no sight in his left eye, and his hind left leg still gave him plenty of grief, especially now that it was winter.

But this time around, he was older, wiser. He had experience on his side. He was looking forward to kicking some wolf ass. He growled deep in his throat when he thought of those flea bitten mongrels. The hair along his back stiffened again at the mere memory of their ugly mugs.

He had reached the source of all the loud shouting. He sat, staring at the other coyote through narrowed eyes. His ears were laid back, as they usually were, being that Sam was a particularly bitter man. Even members of his own pack seemed to piss him off. Though, not as easily as those damn wolves did. He bared his teeth briefly.

“What the hell are you going on about?” he demanded the other coyote. He felt a flea harassing his ear; crossly, he raised a hind leg and scratched at the spot, his eyes going slightly cross eyed as the burning itch subsided.

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Ceval Acissej · 01-11-2010, 10:39 AM

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In Character

Although lyrics were streaming through his mind as he loudly hummed away, only a few words were released into the air. He had several times realized that no matter how wonderful some self made songs sounded in his head, getting them out into the air and forming them into the same words and melodies dancing about in his head was a very difficult thing to do. It was all in the making and he was not expected to have the whole symphony ready until he had become the star on the battlefield. His song was nowhere close to the finish line and never would come closer unless it received the truthful voice of a master singer who had lived the song. That was his main purpose here. Without his song he would not be able to get the life he so strongly desired. Females generally held a high status in the clan the male came from and the most beautiful of them all just had to be the alpha pair’s daughter. His voice was brilliant when he sang out with heart and soul present, but he lacked the truth in his words and he could not reach her. The singers were a peaceful people, but in pursuit of happiness Ceval had travelled far and wide to create a true song powerful enough to make him worthy of Leyah Tranqui’s heart, soul and song.

Although peace was never-ending in the land of Singers, he knew that his restlessness would settle with his future mate. Boil bubbled with excitement to see conflict live and breathe her, oh boy! They would know the worth in his song when he was to return, and oh boy wouldn’t it be glorious! Originally Ceval carried no hate for his wolfen brethren, but it was very easy to go with the flow. Coming from the lands of peace as he did though, he had to wonder about the open loath from creatures that held a large percent of mixed blood in them. That made them more kin, not less. It was not the coyote male’s right to judge such things though, because this was their reality and their home. He had a home back in the valley of Song and although this was not desired way to find your heart song, this was definitely the way to retrieve true quality once it was found. He could not be exiled or declined for the dark shadow that would have touched his soul, for he had broken no rules by joining a battle far away from his fellow singers. He would be somewhat tainted, but his voice would be so pure that they could not deny him when he was to return.

Amber eyes found an approaching creature and his loud hum lessened in strength so that he would be able to listen to the pleasant introduction that he knew was on its way. The man sat down without the formal greetings that were required for strangers’ first meeting. Ceval’s humming rose in strength for only a moment as he felt confused, but he quickly reassured himself with the obvious fact that his ways were not their ways, oh boy! This was so exciting! Though remembering to be aware of differences, Ceval’s hum rose to imitate a confused whine when a sour voice demanded what he was going on about – yes, the other coyote even used a swear word at him. He lowered his upset tones and looked the guy over with sincere puzzlement. Different he could handle, yes, but why was the other being so rude when it was clear that he was developing his heart song? ”Humm-humm,” the sandy coyote greeted and nodded rhythmically with his muzzle. When he realized the other was not about to follow his dipping muzzle he titled his head and wondered if he had done something really wrong to be met with such hostility.

Oh boy, remember differences, differences! ”To find my song; to find what’s wrong; to find my voice I know is somewhere insideee ahummm,” the man revealed while allowing words to dance along the melody that he constantly hummed on almost every awaken moment. It was the usual explanation if some failed to pay close enough attention to recognize the not fully developed rhythm and melody that belonged only to those that not yet had found their voice. He was so close to finding a true and rare voice, oh boy, oh boy!

Sam Kergen · 01-11-2010, 11:17 PM

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Sam stared at the other coyote, clearly taken aback by his behavior. And here had been wondering about his own sanity! The older coyote took a step backward, unsure of what to do or ho to respond to this youngster. Sam peered at him through narrowed eyes, wondering what this “heart song” was that he had mentioned.

“Don’t you know we are in a war? Your loud yodeling could alert the enemy of our location!” He looked over his shoulder as he said this, his paranoia getting the better of him. He bared his teeth.

“Do you have to do this heart song business so loudly?” he asked finally, thinking if he couldn’t stop the younger coyote, he could try to quiet him down. He wasn’t one to be overly caring or helpful, but that didn’t mean he wanted his side to get ambushed.

The coyote had been paranoid like this for most of his life. Better to expect the worst thing possible and be pleasantly relieved if it didn’t happen than to be horribly inconvenienced. Not to mention his waninig sanity. It made for some pretty interesting situations with the older coyote. When his mind was at its worst, he could be downright crazy, unable to function around others without posing a major threat to himself as well as others around him.

He suspected that he had received a blow to his head in the last war, one so bad that his memory of the whole event had been blocked from his access. He couldn’t fathom how else he had come to be this way. The low grade buzzing in his head had been there for as long as he could remember; it was this noise that seemed to constantly push him over the edge of his sanity.

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Ceval Acissej · 01-24-2010, 09:09 AM

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In Character

They were two beings from very different worlds and were both taken aback by the other’s behaviour. Amber eyes remained open and curios as he watched one that should have been his elder had he resided within this clan longer. Words were spoken again and ears flickered in distaste for such words. They were clan members and still he was met by disrespect. It saddened the usually light hearted coyote, but he had been taught to show respect for those who held age above his. He lowered his frame slightly in dismay and glanced away from the man’s direct stare. He did not understand his crime. ”We are in war and I will find my song in war,” he revealed, leaving soft tones of songs hanging brilliantly in the air. There were no wolves in clan lands for now. ”No wolves here hum, hum and clan members always in clan lands hum yes?” His sandy tail danced slowly between his hind legs as the light confusion did not yet want to let go of his mind.

Head cocked slightly when a last question sounded and it was too apparent that this elder did not understand the workings of the heart song. ”Yes,” was the unfortunate answer. There was no other known way to find the true heart song within one’s heart. He was doing the preparations because he knew it was drawing so close now. He would see his future mate again and sing tears to her rose eyes.

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