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- Mahlouk - 03-09-2009 Syd MSN: pmsingtiger@hotmail.com Mahlouk 1 year Male Luperci This isn't my first character [html]
[/html] - Ayegali Kala - 03-09-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/ ... table2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> "Boo." It was the only part of the speech that the raven woman's ears caught, the rest seemed just a garbled mess, likely caused by the fact that she was so far away and passing through the dry brush that now littered the majority of her lands. The voice, she decided, couldn't have come from very far away, and if Dawali hadn't accepted anyone recently, it likely meant that there was a stranger lurking. Curious now, cautious even, Ayegali turned from the small shelter of trees, out toward the fence that lined the majority of their main territory. It was likely that the stranger was at the borders, but she wouldn't know for certain until she managed to pick up their scent. It was an easy journey since the snow had finally melted away for the most part, leaving only moist ground to cushion her steps. Before long she reached the fence, trailed down the path of the barbed wires, until the point that the faint breeze brought the stranger's scent to her. It was certainly not anyone from her tribe, not even anyone that she recalled ever meeting, and these facts caused the Kalona's pace to quicken, taking her past the point where they had torn away a small portion of the fence that contained them. It didn't take her long to spot the bundle of white, silver eyes immediately focusing in on him, though what she found worried her more than the fact that there was a stranger lurking. Scars, and not just random ones either. Shapes and places that seemed almost deliberate, on a boy that seemed barely a year old, if that. "Hello.." Her words were slow, uncertain, and her steps followed the same path of her words, slowing as she neared and stopping but a few feet away. It wasn't until closer inspection that she noticed the bear there at his feet, though her eyes drew away from it quickly and back to examining the scars that littered his body. "Can I help you with something?" - Mahlouk - 03-09-2009 [html]
[/html] - Ayegali Kala - 03-09-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/ ... table2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Her eyes only strayed from the scars on his body at the moment that he moved, sliding the bear away from sight to sit beneath him. A curious action, she thought, and wondered for a moment if the young male was embarrassed of his friend. Disregarding the action for the time, though, she turned her attention back to the white stranger in front of her. "Mahlouk." She tested the name, quiet for a moment before speaking again. "I am Ayegali and this place is AniWaya, my tribe." She explained, still curious of his markings. She knew what they were, perhaps what a few of them meant, but it wasn't their custom to scar them straight into the bodies of members. Dyes and paints, and he was so so young. "How did you lose your tribe, Mahlouk?" She asked then, wondering if it might have anything to do with his, purposeful, unique appearance. "And your friend.." She motioned very faintly to the now hidden bear. "He came with you from your tribe?" Her tone and words were genuine and held no hint of patronization. He was a young one, that was for certain, and it was possible that he had simply been separated from his tribe. She wouldn't know until he answered, though. - Mahlouk - 03-09-2009 [html]
[/html] - Ayegali Kala - 03-09-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/ ... table2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Even as he explained to her why he was gone from his tribe, she still wondered what exactly it was. It didn't seem as if he had gotten lost, more like wandered away meant that he had run away, but it wasn't anything that she could be sure of. Stories were important, she knew. Knowing them and carrying them were just as important, but she couldn't help but wonder if they had ever stopped a moment to think that it might be cruel to carry them in such a way. "And you didn't want to add a new story?" Her question seemed passive, innocent, but she truly wanted to know if it was his opposition to adding a story that made him wander away from his tribe. "We have stories also." She explained, lifting a leg so that the dark red markings that laced her black fur could be seen. "We all carry our stories here, with paint and dye on our fur." They weren't so unlike his tribe, at least in some ways. She wanted to comfort him, to coddle him like a child and feel angry for him, but he seemed so distant, she didn't know how he felt. The motherly instinct of an aging woman, perhaps. "If you would like, Mahlouk, you and Boo can live here." She nodded her head at that, feeling as if she didn't need to hear much more from him to know that he was meant to stay with them. "What is it that you like to do Mahlouk? Do you like your stories, or something else?" - Mahlouk - 03-10-2009 [html]
[/html] - Ayegali Kala - 03-10-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/ ... table2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> There was pain in her eyes as the young man spoke but Ayegali did her best not to show it. He loved his stories, she supposed he would have to for him to even stand through that much, but wanting to share them and show them without pain was more than understandable in her eyes. "No, you won't have to bleed anymore." She assured him, smiling because of the knowledge that her words were truth. "We can teach you how to paint them on, on yourself and on those who might want to carry their own stories with them, if you like." It had been something that she had learned at some point during her childhood, something that she would have no qualms about teaching him. "I would be very happy if you and Boo would stay. We have plenty of room here, plenty of people who will be happy to meet the both of you." There wasn't a doubt in her mind that he would be accepted right away, even his little friend Boo, who Ayegali would admit that she had some amount of adoration for. "And I think, since you love your stories so much, that you're fitting for a special title. It's something that we've not had around here for a long time. Kanohesgi Ihesdi, our story keeper." Of course, she would have to alert Dawali of the circumstance, though she was certain he would agree with her decision. "You can still try other things though." She explained quietly, smiling the whole time. "Even if you're a story keeper, you can do whatever you like. I bet there are other things that you can do, you just haven't discovered them yet." She tried to sound encouraging. Even just from their short meeting she wanted so badly for him to be happy. His voice spoke millions of emotions and yet his face remained as if stone. There was no smile there, no bit of excitement showing through. "We want you and Boo to be happy here, so you do whatever it is that makes you happy, and that's okay with me." - Mahlouk - 03-10-2009 [html]
[/html] - Ayegali Kala - 03-10-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/ ... table2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Ayegali hoped that, as time went on, Mahlouk would grow more comfortable with their tribe and the members within. She didn't want to put so much on him so quickly, but once he settled in she would seek to quell her curiosity. What else about his tribe was so different from her own? How had he been chosen to carry their stories as scars. How young had he been when it all started? There were to many questions in her head for her own good but, in the long run, it was the young man that she wanted to know more about. He had to have had a strong spirit to stay through everything that he had gone through and that, in and of itself, made the dark colored Kalona admire the young man. Without a moment to think, the woman responded. "I know you'll both do good." Because what was a leader accepting members into her tribe if she didn't see something in them? If she didn't have faith in them all? "You just make sure that you and Boo find a good, safe place to stay first. "You can stay anywhere that you would like to. We even have tents that we could set up for you or help you dig a den in the ground, if that's what you like." She wanted him to get comfortable and settle in first, to not try and strain himself to prove his worth. She knew that he would do well, she could see his wish to good for them straight through, and she had no doubts that it would happen. "Of course you can hunt." She told him, nodding her head faintly. "I think you will be very good at it, too." The length of his legs and the way that his body seemed to be built had been the second thing that she had noticed upon meeting him. Long, sturdy legs, and though she couldn't say so for certain, it very well might have meant that he could be the fastest traveler in AniWaya. "You both can come inside and look around the lands, if you like." It was their home also, after all. - Mahlouk - 03-10-2009 [html]
[/html] - Ayegali Kala - 03-10-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/ ... table2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Ayegali nodded her head in response to his words, keeping quiet for a moment before finally speaking up. "I can walk you into the lands, if you like." She smiled then. "Or if you prefer to go yourself, that would be fine, too." The need to protect him, to make certain that he was comfortable and happy, had grown in her stomach from the very first moments that they had spoken. She wanted him to be okay, wanted to see happiness in his face, in a smile, and it was more like an instinct to her suddenly. "Maybe.." The woman began. "Once we show you how to paint your stories, you can help me with one." It would be a good experience, one that she hadn't even attempted herself, for fear of not doing them justice. "It's a story about a man and a woman, the two that led this tribe before I did. They were my parents and they died in battle." She told him. It was an important story, she was certain that he understood that by the little that she had just explained to him. "Maybe you can help me find a way to tell their story on my fur, since I've not been able to do so in the few years that they have been gone." - Mahlouk - 03-10-2009 [html]
[/html] - Ayegali Kala - 03-10-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/ ... table2.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> I'll tack a little ending in with this post, then. 8D "I would love to listen." She told him with a smile, pleased with how well things had already gone. "Maybe we can share stories." Ayegali decided then, that it was only fair if she told him stories of her own in exchange. "But for right now, let's show you home." The woman smiled once again, wider this time, and gave the young man a careful nudge with her nose, pressing it against his neck for a moment before finally turning away. Her pace was careful, slow, not wanting to leave Mahlouk and Boo behind. |