02-14-2010, 09:48 PM
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| http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... itable.png); background-position:bottom; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> wish I could write a post that long with a dead muse :o 500+ Nayati was not one to take a life without reason or to react in a rash manner. He would only take aim at another if he felt he had no other choice. Before he would ever try to strike a foe he would fire a well placed warning shot at their feet as a warning. The man was not a warrior, that was his friend's calling, not his. Still, that did not mean he did not know how to fight and to defend himself if it were necessary. Deep down you could not ignore your survival instinct unless you were sacrificing yourself for the sake of a friend or loved one. They were all creatures bent on life and if that life were threatened they would defend it to the very last. Up until that point of desperation though he was inclined to do all he could to avoid pain and bloodshed. He would much rather just walk away from something angered and disgruntled than to actually shed another's blood. That was unless they insulted his tribe. Slights against his culture were not something he took lightly and was a direct path to inflame the wolf's ire. Even then though he was an individual of control. He did his best to avoid letting heavy emotions get the best of his judgment. There was a short stare-off between the two souls and he could sense the woman's strength from her gaze. She was weak in neither body nor spirit and he respected her for that fact alone. Her lips had raised slightly with the tension in his bow but when he relaxed his grip her face soon returned to a neutral expression. It seemed to have been nothing but a misunderstanding, both parties on edge simply for not knowing the intent of the other. Nayati had sensed no ill will from the woman and was content to trust she would not act in hostile manner unless given reason to. The tension outside that of any hunt was diffused and he was content to converse quietly in civil tones. He could sense the confusion in her when he gave his response to Onawa's presence, but it did not surprise him. Their ways were unusual to many who were outsiders. "You must go on a spiritual journey to find your Guide. For most in my tribe it happens during adolescence, but it can occur later. Some Guides choose not to show themselves to the outer world, sometimes not even to the one they are guiding. Even if you do not see or sense it does not mean there is no spirit watching over you, or anyone else." The Utina male was of the belief that even wolves outside of AniWaya had Spirit Guides, but they simply did not see them or did not have a name for them. One had to open their eyes and mind to see the Spirits. At first his gut instinct was to continue the hunt on his own, despite her request, but after a moment or two of thought his mind changed. While he did prefer to hunt on his own and had gone on this venture to prove his worth to Dawali and the rest of this AniWaya it would do no good to him or the tribe as a whole to give this woman and her pack any reason to dislike him. "I see no reason to not work together," he concluded. It might be odd, combining the two hunting styles, but surely they could find a way to make it work. "I am Nayati Utina, and that is Onawa," he said gesturing with his head toward her presence in the distance. It would be improper to continue the hunt without knowing the name of his companion. |