01-16-2009, 05:56 PM
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Tsigili, as with most of his time, stayed perched on a tree near the borders, taking flight every so often to light on a branch in a different area. The owl was her eyes when her own eyes could not see, keeping careful watch of their borders, more-so than usual. It was a daunting task for a spirit, though one that the owl took with acceptance and pride. If their lands were to be attacked it would be Tsigili that would be their saving grace, for his word would reach the raven woman far before the blood seeking bodies of the enemy would. It was he who first saw the lone traveler, he who caught first glance at the raven that followed, and the owl was immediately on alert.
Unfortunately for her owl friend, the sounds of the traveler's voice reached her ears before the owl had. Ayegali had already risen and removed herself from her small make-shift shelter when the owl finally appeared, speaking of a warrior and death, but of no army that accompanied them. "Thank you." It was all that she could offer her friend vocally, but she knew the owl understood how much it meant and how very much appreciated he was. Concerned, Ayegali clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, calling her horse from deep inside of the woods. They would ride to the borders to face this warrior, but Ayegali meant to make no assumptions about the situation.
It took only a moment for the dark woman to gather her spear, which was made from a branch of the great red tree, and fashion it at her horse's side, bound in cloth to protect the both of them as they rode. She mounted him easily, keeping her left had at the side of his neck and her right wound carefully in his mane and after barely a second they were off. She leaned into him as she rode, head tucked down but silver eyes alert as ever, keeping the wind from her face the best that she could. Riding was not something that she liked to do often in winter, the ice and snow and wind stung both her and her companion, but there were times that called for such measures. Since the last attack on her tribe, it was better to be safe than sorry.
It didn't take long for the woman and her horse to come into view of the stranger, to which they reacted by slowing their traveling speed down to a walk. The two approached carefully and, giving Vtsi a careful tug on his mane, stopped quite a few feet away from the stranger. A careful pat to the horse's neck was given before the woman dismounted, though she left her spear behind as she approached the traveler. Her approach was slow and cautious, but as always her demeanor and facial expressions were that of acceptance and kindness. There was no point of needless hostility and, from the immediate impression that she got from the stranger, something told her that the other woman was more honorable than most she had met.
"Death's servant accompanies you." She informed the stranger, but she suspected that the woman already knew that. The Raven Mocker. This creature that followed the woman was not a spirit at all though, not a witch nor a spirit in disguise, only a bad omen, in their belief, to the one whom it followed. "I am Ayegali Kala and this is AniWaya." The woman seemed like she might understand better than others, for Ayegali couldn't ignore the resemblance of their markings, the blue of the stranger and the red of the Kalona that stood before her, both seeming tribal in nature.
Tsigili, as with most of his time, stayed perched on a tree near the borders, taking flight every so often to light on a branch in a different area. The owl was her eyes when her own eyes could not see, keeping careful watch of their borders, more-so than usual. It was a daunting task for a spirit, though one that the owl took with acceptance and pride. If their lands were to be attacked it would be Tsigili that would be their saving grace, for his word would reach the raven woman far before the blood seeking bodies of the enemy would. It was he who first saw the lone traveler, he who caught first glance at the raven that followed, and the owl was immediately on alert.
Unfortunately for her owl friend, the sounds of the traveler's voice reached her ears before the owl had. Ayegali had already risen and removed herself from her small make-shift shelter when the owl finally appeared, speaking of a warrior and death, but of no army that accompanied them. "Thank you." It was all that she could offer her friend vocally, but she knew the owl understood how much it meant and how very much appreciated he was. Concerned, Ayegali clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, calling her horse from deep inside of the woods. They would ride to the borders to face this warrior, but Ayegali meant to make no assumptions about the situation.
It took only a moment for the dark woman to gather her spear, which was made from a branch of the great red tree, and fashion it at her horse's side, bound in cloth to protect the both of them as they rode. She mounted him easily, keeping her left had at the side of his neck and her right wound carefully in his mane and after barely a second they were off. She leaned into him as she rode, head tucked down but silver eyes alert as ever, keeping the wind from her face the best that she could. Riding was not something that she liked to do often in winter, the ice and snow and wind stung both her and her companion, but there were times that called for such measures. Since the last attack on her tribe, it was better to be safe than sorry.
It didn't take long for the woman and her horse to come into view of the stranger, to which they reacted by slowing their traveling speed down to a walk. The two approached carefully and, giving Vtsi a careful tug on his mane, stopped quite a few feet away from the stranger. A careful pat to the horse's neck was given before the woman dismounted, though she left her spear behind as she approached the traveler. Her approach was slow and cautious, but as always her demeanor and facial expressions were that of acceptance and kindness. There was no point of needless hostility and, from the immediate impression that she got from the stranger, something told her that the other woman was more honorable than most she had met.
"Death's servant accompanies you." She informed the stranger, but she suspected that the woman already knew that. The Raven Mocker. This creature that followed the woman was not a spirit at all though, not a witch nor a spirit in disguise, only a bad omen, in their belief, to the one whom it followed. "I am Ayegali Kala and this is AniWaya." The woman seemed like she might understand better than others, for Ayegali couldn't ignore the resemblance of their markings, the blue of the stranger and the red of the Kalona that stood before her, both seeming tribal in nature.