08-12-2011, 01:36 AM
OOC: Of course it goes without saying that you may have all pp power over the pups while you have them; just PM me for any questions concerning them ^^ (Nootau: Visible) Also, feel free to pp them to wherever :3
After the other day, Ralla was determined to send her three youngest out of the tribe as soon as possible. She would take whatever punishment Maska dealt out if he so saw fit--so long as her children were far, far away. Ayasha herself would have none of it and refused to leave, however much Ralla wanted to send her off to safety, too. Selfishly, she thought, at least she would have someone to share the big tree hut with and to share her emotions with when everyone else was holed up and scared. She would call another secret meeting soon near the ocean cliffs, where they would discuss the recent raid on Crimson Dreams. It was unsettling, but she had not had a chance to actually call the meeting since there was a lot of hype over the capture of one of Crimson Dreams' own. There was rumor of a large parley to be held, but it had yet to be observed.
Sugar, her loyal brown quarter horse, was with her that day beneath the red maple tree, grazing as Ralla went about her hut packing certain things. The white woman's left arm ached still as she used it, and she worried about reopening a cut or two. Seeing blood would not be good morale for her children, and the white bandages twining up her arm had already had them worried. She had a vague idea of couriering the pups to the nearest pack--Cercatori d'Arte, if need be--so that she could be gone and back without much of a fuss and alert to the Guardians. She would beg the pack to take them, if necessary. Everything afterwards she would just deal with. It was Nootau--who swooped in through the window and perched on the nearest shelf--that brought her attention to a new development. "Pack everything and go to the Eastern border," he said, leaning forward so that he had to spread his golden wings to keep balance. The order was curious--in fact, Nootau had never ordered her before, only made suggestions--but she never questioned his guidance and immediately finished her packing, carefully lowering everything to the ground. The pups--who were rapidly growing in size--were already with the horse, although they were oblivious to what their mother was doing. They only thought that perhaps they were going on a picnic. Granted they were not completely ignorant of the goings-ons within the tribe, but, being children, did not take into account the severity, and were thus not as affected. Even the large packs on Sugar--which were little more than large saddle-bags that could fit a small pup or two--were normal for them, since Ralla had used them when they were younger to take them further into the territory at faster paces.
What she met at the border was quite unexpected, but not at all unwelcome. In fact, it made Ralla believe that the spirits had been watching over her, and had sent the man. If they could do that, then surely they could cure the tribe of the poison taking it from the inside out. "Strelein!" she called out, the relief evident in her voice. Through the fence of the territory she could see his red fur, and the children burst into a run to meet their Edutsi, Ahiga at the forefront as always. They easily squirmed through the space underneath the decrepit chain-link fence, but Ralla and Sugar had to walk a few paces the other way to bend through a weakness in the fence, that which Ralla had to hold open so that Sugar could walk through without cutting himself on the sharp edges of the metal. "You have no idea how good it is to see you. But come, we must not talk here." The way she said it should've been enough incentive for them to move, but she awaited Strel's understanding to come. Her nerves were frayed, so she supposed that her normally eloquent manner was lacking. But who could blame her?
Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.
After the other day, Ralla was determined to send her three youngest out of the tribe as soon as possible. She would take whatever punishment Maska dealt out if he so saw fit--so long as her children were far, far away. Ayasha herself would have none of it and refused to leave, however much Ralla wanted to send her off to safety, too. Selfishly, she thought, at least she would have someone to share the big tree hut with and to share her emotions with when everyone else was holed up and scared. She would call another secret meeting soon near the ocean cliffs, where they would discuss the recent raid on Crimson Dreams. It was unsettling, but she had not had a chance to actually call the meeting since there was a lot of hype over the capture of one of Crimson Dreams' own. There was rumor of a large parley to be held, but it had yet to be observed.
Sugar, her loyal brown quarter horse, was with her that day beneath the red maple tree, grazing as Ralla went about her hut packing certain things. The white woman's left arm ached still as she used it, and she worried about reopening a cut or two. Seeing blood would not be good morale for her children, and the white bandages twining up her arm had already had them worried. She had a vague idea of couriering the pups to the nearest pack--Cercatori d'Arte, if need be--so that she could be gone and back without much of a fuss and alert to the Guardians. She would beg the pack to take them, if necessary. Everything afterwards she would just deal with. It was Nootau--who swooped in through the window and perched on the nearest shelf--that brought her attention to a new development. "Pack everything and go to the Eastern border," he said, leaning forward so that he had to spread his golden wings to keep balance. The order was curious--in fact, Nootau had never ordered her before, only made suggestions--but she never questioned his guidance and immediately finished her packing, carefully lowering everything to the ground. The pups--who were rapidly growing in size--were already with the horse, although they were oblivious to what their mother was doing. They only thought that perhaps they were going on a picnic. Granted they were not completely ignorant of the goings-ons within the tribe, but, being children, did not take into account the severity, and were thus not as affected. Even the large packs on Sugar--which were little more than large saddle-bags that could fit a small pup or two--were normal for them, since Ralla had used them when they were younger to take them further into the territory at faster paces.
What she met at the border was quite unexpected, but not at all unwelcome. In fact, it made Ralla believe that the spirits had been watching over her, and had sent the man. If they could do that, then surely they could cure the tribe of the poison taking it from the inside out. "Strelein!" she called out, the relief evident in her voice. Through the fence of the territory she could see his red fur, and the children burst into a run to meet their Edutsi, Ahiga at the forefront as always. They easily squirmed through the space underneath the decrepit chain-link fence, but Ralla and Sugar had to walk a few paces the other way to bend through a weakness in the fence, that which Ralla had to hold open so that Sugar could walk through without cutting himself on the sharp edges of the metal. "You have no idea how good it is to see you. But come, we must not talk here." The way she said it should've been enough incentive for them to move, but she awaited Strel's understanding to come. Her nerves were frayed, so she supposed that her normally eloquent manner was lacking. But who could blame her?
Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.