07-15-2011, 08:20 PM
OOC: Note--Keme is Wematin's grizzly spirit guide, and Shadi is another Guardian (adoptable! >:O) There is another adoptable Guardian, Nahele, listed in Maska's profile :3
The meeting last night had been quite a shock to the branch tribe leaders, he had seen. Their faces were those of worry and disbelief, but he did not care. Maska had named them inadequate, and Maska's word was law. The arrangements had been made the night before to bring about the new order of things, and Maska had covertly instructed Wematin on what might be needed doing; obedience and order at the very top of the list. Wematin had been silent as he accepted, and he knew, as he watched the gathering crowd, that no one could oppose him as an equal. There might be one of two of them that were miraculously taller or sturdier than he, but underestimating the black-cloaked man would be a grave, grave mistake. He caught Maska's eye and, instead of respectfully turning away, held the stare, aware of the signal being passed by his master. Things were about to get dicey.
Wematin saw how the previous chief--Dawali, was it?--attempted to call his former tribe to order, but his master did it for him, and he heard Shadi snicker behind him. The grey wolfess was a very tough sort of Guardian, but he did not understand her enjoyment in the goings-ons of their master's actions. To him there was no enjoyment or pain in his work; it was honorable enough that he serve a councilman, and following his path would earn him the right to run with the ancestors. He saw no other need than this. Wematin did not care for the frivolities of Maska's speech, but understood how he and the Guardians would play into their role. The relics are not to be touched. Wematin would see to it that a guard--at the very least Keme--would watch over where the relics were kept. Despite their place so far from the Great Tribe, they were relics, nonetheless. Dawali is to be treated as Itawamba. As Maska said; no one may shelter him or aid him, and those found doing so would be punished. How severely...would depend on how his master wished to carry out his role. As the black man stood stoic as stone, he ordered the needed changes in his mind, and would dutifully set his comrades to work after the meeting to do so; the laws here were obviously...warped.
His master finished the speech and began to leave. Having much to do, Wematin then signaled Nahele to follow him--one Guardian, at least, was always shadowing their master--before stepping forward to not only ensure Dawali shifted as was necessary of his new rank, but also to watch the reactions of the tribe. Order would be kept.
Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.
The meeting last night had been quite a shock to the branch tribe leaders, he had seen. Their faces were those of worry and disbelief, but he did not care. Maska had named them inadequate, and Maska's word was law. The arrangements had been made the night before to bring about the new order of things, and Maska had covertly instructed Wematin on what might be needed doing; obedience and order at the very top of the list. Wematin had been silent as he accepted, and he knew, as he watched the gathering crowd, that no one could oppose him as an equal. There might be one of two of them that were miraculously taller or sturdier than he, but underestimating the black-cloaked man would be a grave, grave mistake. He caught Maska's eye and, instead of respectfully turning away, held the stare, aware of the signal being passed by his master. Things were about to get dicey.
Wematin saw how the previous chief--Dawali, was it?--attempted to call his former tribe to order, but his master did it for him, and he heard Shadi snicker behind him. The grey wolfess was a very tough sort of Guardian, but he did not understand her enjoyment in the goings-ons of their master's actions. To him there was no enjoyment or pain in his work; it was honorable enough that he serve a councilman, and following his path would earn him the right to run with the ancestors. He saw no other need than this. Wematin did not care for the frivolities of Maska's speech, but understood how he and the Guardians would play into their role. The relics are not to be touched. Wematin would see to it that a guard--at the very least Keme--would watch over where the relics were kept. Despite their place so far from the Great Tribe, they were relics, nonetheless. Dawali is to be treated as Itawamba. As Maska said; no one may shelter him or aid him, and those found doing so would be punished. How severely...would depend on how his master wished to carry out his role. As the black man stood stoic as stone, he ordered the needed changes in his mind, and would dutifully set his comrades to work after the meeting to do so; the laws here were obviously...warped.
His master finished the speech and began to leave. Having much to do, Wematin then signaled Nahele to follow him--one Guardian, at least, was always shadowing their master--before stepping forward to not only ensure Dawali shifted as was necessary of his new rank, but also to watch the reactions of the tribe. Order would be kept.
Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.