03-26-2009, 10:00 AM
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The smart-aleck remark earned the gray a snort from Madison. Neither were there many folk who liked her very much, and that was just as well. She was proud of who she was, where she'd come from, and the duty the Spirits had saddled her with, but not exactly proud of being unlikeable. The ebony female had the fierce pride of someone who covered a shame with it, and in that small place, she believed she deserved all the dislike in the world.
This never showed in those hardened amber eyes of hers, of course. Davinci said his pack--whoever they were--didn't deserve to be compared with the rest, though Maddie had a few choice words for that. It was true what he said though. As the desert lady had travelled northeast, customs and attitudes had changed--mostly toward the harsher, colder end of the spectrum, not surprisingly. It seemed he would understand that too, coming from wherever that crazy accent was from. She thought about it a moment, shifting her black paws in the snow. Finally, the three-year-old sat, though still on her guard--she might be here a while.
"Sure, yew kin ask questions, Ah s'pose. So few men do," she added, almost under her breath. There was almost no tonal change in the way she said the last phrase, as if it was just a fact of life. "An' yer right they do things diff'rnt here. Jus' so... stationary. Yew stay in one place all the tahme, thinkin' yew own the place. That it's yers. Ya fight fer it. Ya dun' move with the rhythm o' the Land, an' the Land, she cain't be owned." Madion snorted again in a derogatory fashion. The Feh'yuri tribe had been nomadic, following the heards and tuning their ears to life's music. "Yew don' live like yew could have it taken all away anytime. It ain't precious tew ya." The sharp words halted in a sort pause, tail swatting once or twice where it lay. All this was sure to spark some defensive tirade about how what she said was untrue--it always did. She'd pronounced it to a number of non-Luperci packs--those the Spirits had charged her to protect--and of course, none listened. Hard-headed males and weak females. "Not that Ah 'spect yew to un'erstand, boy." [/html]
The smart-aleck remark earned the gray a snort from Madison. Neither were there many folk who liked her very much, and that was just as well. She was proud of who she was, where she'd come from, and the duty the Spirits had saddled her with, but not exactly proud of being unlikeable. The ebony female had the fierce pride of someone who covered a shame with it, and in that small place, she believed she deserved all the dislike in the world.
This never showed in those hardened amber eyes of hers, of course. Davinci said his pack--whoever they were--didn't deserve to be compared with the rest, though Maddie had a few choice words for that. It was true what he said though. As the desert lady had travelled northeast, customs and attitudes had changed--mostly toward the harsher, colder end of the spectrum, not surprisingly. It seemed he would understand that too, coming from wherever that crazy accent was from. She thought about it a moment, shifting her black paws in the snow. Finally, the three-year-old sat, though still on her guard--she might be here a while.
"Sure, yew kin ask questions, Ah s'pose. So few men do," she added, almost under her breath. There was almost no tonal change in the way she said the last phrase, as if it was just a fact of life. "An' yer right they do things diff'rnt here. Jus' so... stationary. Yew stay in one place all the tahme, thinkin' yew own the place. That it's yers. Ya fight fer it. Ya dun' move with the rhythm o' the Land, an' the Land, she cain't be owned." Madion snorted again in a derogatory fashion. The Feh'yuri tribe had been nomadic, following the heards and tuning their ears to life's music. "Yew don' live like yew could have it taken all away anytime. It ain't precious tew ya." The sharp words halted in a sort pause, tail swatting once or twice where it lay. All this was sure to spark some defensive tirade about how what she said was untrue--it always did. She'd pronounced it to a number of non-Luperci packs--those the Spirits had charged her to protect--and of course, none listened. Hard-headed males and weak females. "Not that Ah 'spect yew to un'erstand, boy."