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[aw: aquila's tree!]

POSTED: Sun Sep 07, 2014 12:48 pm

318 Aquila's Tree.

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The tawny-hued woman tilted her head back, peering into the broad, old branches of the tree. The structure Maddox constructed was at least half a tree taller than their other archery stands and -- Myrika was pleased to see -- came equipped with a wooden roof overhanging it, protecting it from the elements. The flaxen-hued coyote stood, head tilted back, and studied the branches. Her tallness might give her an advantage of reach in climbing, but she was big enough that the idea frightened her.

Nonetheless, she set one foot on the trunk and reached up to snag a low-hanging branch. Maddox said it was easy enough getting up once she got onto the second branches. They didn't want it too easy to assault the stand, after all, and so they must avoid steps of any sort below that point. A few blocks of wood, large enough for even her big Luperci hands to grasp, were nailed into the trunk above the second branch she grasped, as Maddox said.

The redhead climbed until she'd reached the archery stand. It smelled of fresh wood, but did not issue so much as a peep when Myrika stood on it. Their carpenter swore it could hold a whole horse, if they could only get it up in the tree. Skeptical at first, Myrika believed the golden-hued coyote. The tree was massive, with width and height rivaling any in the surrounding forest. The stand was well-made, and was probably large enough to hold a horse, and -- Myrika was now sure -- certainly sturdy enough. Maddox did not lie. The hybrid went for the railing at the edge of the stand, peering out over the forest. The ground seemed a long way off, but the railing was as sturdy as the rest of it. She sighed, happy to have this tree and its stand within her territory and claim.

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POSTED: Mon Sep 15, 2014 1:35 pm

She was walking to explore and to pass the time. Veine felt cut off from her family and it was starting to show. Few people could understand her jerking finger motions that she sometimes used to try and represent ideas in her head. Sometimes she would mime if she had to, and that was understood a little more often than her fingers might have been, but she found even her easiest tool of writing was understood infrequently. It irritated her and she walked on, wondering how many idiots were never taught to read and write. Perhaps it had only been necessary for her family to learn so that Veine could speak.

Veine moved about the territory, scouting it out and familiarizing herself more to it. A mental map was in her head but it was foggy and the edges unclear with broken patches all around. She could place where her home was on this map, just south of a river and west of the sea. That was easy. Everything else was tricky. If there was one thing Veine knew a scout had to be good at, it was getting a mental map down.

A tree appeared at the corner of her eye and she moved toward it, realizing it was high and tall. Of course, then the scent of her Aquila was thick on the air and the young woman happened to look up a little. A stand was built into the tree and Veine smiled. It was a great vantage point to look at the surrounding area. Of course, then she saw Myrika up in the tree. She despaired. There was little way for her to catch the woman's attention without a voice; she did not want to throw a rock at her. A thought came to her, and the female began to clap her hands a little, but the sound reverberated as she moved a little away from the tree so as to see Myrika better.

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It's like they all have just vanished but I know they're around

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POSTED: Tue Sep 16, 2014 10:42 pm

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The tree was taller than most, and the archery stand higher up than the rest. The ground was a good distance away -- maybe more than the mansion roof. Myrika wasn't sure -- but it sure seemed it from way up here. She was used to sitting on tall horses, but this was something else. It was dizzying, looking down, so she looked up and over the trees. Maddox had built the stand in such a way that Myrika saw several bared patches of earth where the trees broke. There was a pine stand, too, where she clearly saw the underbrush. No doubt, the winter-bared branches would provide a supreme overlook of anyone approaching Inferni from the south.

A sound drew the tawny-hued woman from her thoughts. She looked down, curious and failing to recognize the sound. When she saw Veine, she understood. I'm comin' down, the hybrid called. She suspected it would do her no good to know how to climb up and fail to practice her climbing down. She'd been in and out of the archery stands often enough that the prospect of climbing down didn't frighten her -- yet the hybrid still stepped carefully, taking each of the rungs of wood hammered into the tree carefully. When there were no more rungs, she went for the branches, and dropped down the final few feet.

Hey, the Aquila said, smiling at Veine. How's it going? Doing alright in Inferni?

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POSTED: Wed Sep 17, 2014 1:21 am

Veine watched as her Aquila came down. Her voice sounded a little distant when she spoke, maybe owing to the angle. Veine twitched her ears as best as she could but whatever took her voice at birth weakened her hearing quite badly. She had made no mention of it to anyone and it was a struggle to sometimes pretend she heard things others did very well. There were times she thought she heard distant rumbling but the howls she heard were never too far away, certainly not like everyone else.

She stepped back, watching Myrika so nimbly clamber down the tree again, and Veine looked up wistfully. She was better on the ground, where she could move quietly in the underbrush. But a tree had to have it's advantages, with the views and the smells. It was good hiding, too, in case someone was chasing. Veine had little practice climbing trees and had not bothered to practice. But she looked at the platform before Myrika spoke to her, and the younger female gave a crooked half-smile.

Her hands waved in front of her face as she shrugged at her relative. Everything was fine and she had no way to discuss the impurities she found in the pack, especially not to her Aquila, though she was unsure where Myrika stood on the topic. Her hands waved up at the lookout, jabbing fingers in it's directing. She cocked her head to the side, something she had learned as a pup was a questioning expression. At least her siblings thought so. Just in case, she rolled her shoulders in another shrug.

Oh, how she wished she had her chalkboard.

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POSTED: Sun Sep 21, 2014 9:43 pm

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Inferni was host to at least two canines who lacked the ability to speak. At least with Veine, however, there was intelligence behind her glittering violet eyes. There was no such with Nephilim -- no attempts to communicate, though his brothers swore to understand him. At least one of those brothers was mad, though, so what stock could she put in their claims? Veine could make herself understood without words, but Nephilim did not even care to try.

The hybrid craned her head back and grinned at the archery stand, turning her head back to Veine so the other woman might see her face and expression as she spoke. Maddox put it up there. It's got a good view, and it's the biggest archery stand we got now. Good for scoutin', the hybrid said. Looking, seeing. She pointed as she spoke, first to the wooden structure in the tree, then to her own eyes as she spoke of watching out. Not bad, huh? the hybrid said, her dark-splotched tail giving a brief shake.

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POSTED: Mon Sep 22, 2014 2:50 pm

Veine looked up as Myrika spoke, and nodded absently. A scouting platform? For archery? Veine could not use a bow, having never tried it nor bothered to learn more about it. She preferred to fight close up where she was better suited to see better. Her vision may have been much better than anyone she knew, but not hearing as well had always been the worst part. So, the closer she was, the more likely she could do some damage in close proximity to whatever she was scouting or spying upon.

The mute female lowered her gaze to Myrika, who was miming some motions with her hands. Veine gave a half smile as she mimicked the motions. Maybe they could figure out some easy motions so that she could communicate chalk free now and then. It seemed useful, considering she wanted to spy and it took time to write. A motion could be seen much easier at night than writing anyway.

Veine nodded at Myrika, then used the motion for seeing and pointed to the Aquila. She shrugged her shoulders and gave a look of questioning to go with it. What did she see from up there? She pointed up to the platform, then her eyes, then made a wide sweeping motion, attempting to ask how far Myrika saw. I am being rude, thought the female, as she gestured to her own heart, made a circle around it, then tapped the side of her head with a finger, and then pointed to the Aquila with another questioning expression to attempt asking silent questions.

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POSTED: Mon Oct 20, 2014 7:44 pm

Pretty far, the redhead admitted. The trees -- she gestured to the nearest that was not so monstrous as the one from from which she'd climbed. They block a lot of what you can see. She shaded her eyes. The notion of communication without language had never seemed possible to Myri before -- but she understood Veine's questions well enough to offer a response to what she thought was asked.

To the second gesture, however, the redhead frowned, lifting shoulders and hands palm-up in an expression of confusion. I don't understand, the hybrid said. It might have been a gesture of fealty -- a heart, a point -- but one could not be sure. A vow sworn unspoken was worth no less than the one spoken verbally, however. Sorry, she added, wishing she could be of more use.
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