06-05-2009, 02:23 PM
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That’s fine, ^=^ And maybe this is getting a bit outdated since Brennt’s time is practically up? I can end it here, if you want, ^=^
500+
Perhaps the question had been uncalled for—she herself believed that it did not matter whether one was a warrior or not: in times of need the self will know what to do and one will do what one was meant to do. No, the question was not made to question the man’s skill. The striking similarities of their appearances and even their ideals had moved the woman to wonder what manner of wolf the male was. She was not surprised to hear that the man was not a warrior, but that meant nothing in her judgment of him. He was the leader of the tribe AniWaya, and that tribe continued to remain stable and intact through his leadership. Was that not enough of the leader? Even if he himself could not bring himself to fight, the woman knew from her last visit within the tribe that warriors did indeed exist. It was the alpha of the tribe that dictated that which must be done. Without him, there would be no order, no stability. It was Dawali Amara’s duty that was greater than her own, just as it was with Cercelee.
The woman smiled gently, extending her hand to briefly and lightly hold the male’s unoccupied shoulder. "We are expected to do only what we can and must." The quiet melody paused. She helped to lead a pack as well, and she knew something about what was expected of another, especially a leader. "You will know what to do when the time comes." At times, the truth of what was and what must be done was known only in the moment of acting. With that gentle smile, her hand returned to her side. It was not often that she touched another, and even when she did, the touch was given in the same way she had given it to Dawali Amara: with a soft, brief and gentle contact that was almost superficial and yet not cold. The woman simply was not accustom to making such contact and probably never would. As a warrior, she had learned to keep a fair amount of physical and mental distance, but she had learned also, especially upon her travels in the barren fields of ice, that one must never trust too deeply and too completely. It was simply too dangerous. "Just remember to not only be steeled in body but in mind as well." She gave him a soft smile before retracting her hand.
The pied Raven made a peculiar growling sound, almost a coo, as the single, inky eye watched the red wolf. Then the woman bowed, setting askew the balance of that pied bird, his wings outstretched to maintain it. Rising, the woad warrior said, "I thank you for your warning. It had occurred to me as well that this matter was getting out of hand, but it took your word to make that threat more apparent." The warrior did not pretend to always know what must be done. Her relaxed view of the world had brought tolerance upon her handling with Brennt, but she knew that she could not allow her views to dictate what must be done. It was, after all, not she that was in danger but the pups of the packs and thus the future of the packs. The warrior knew that there was not much else that could be done here, and she gently and formally dismissed the higher ranking individual. "I wish your travels safe," the quiet melody said simply as she took a single step back but did not turn around.
That’s fine, ^=^ And maybe this is getting a bit outdated since Brennt’s time is practically up? I can end it here, if you want, ^=^
500+
Perhaps the question had been uncalled for—she herself believed that it did not matter whether one was a warrior or not: in times of need the self will know what to do and one will do what one was meant to do. No, the question was not made to question the man’s skill. The striking similarities of their appearances and even their ideals had moved the woman to wonder what manner of wolf the male was. She was not surprised to hear that the man was not a warrior, but that meant nothing in her judgment of him. He was the leader of the tribe AniWaya, and that tribe continued to remain stable and intact through his leadership. Was that not enough of the leader? Even if he himself could not bring himself to fight, the woman knew from her last visit within the tribe that warriors did indeed exist. It was the alpha of the tribe that dictated that which must be done. Without him, there would be no order, no stability. It was Dawali Amara’s duty that was greater than her own, just as it was with Cercelee.
The woman smiled gently, extending her hand to briefly and lightly hold the male’s unoccupied shoulder. "We are expected to do only what we can and must." The quiet melody paused. She helped to lead a pack as well, and she knew something about what was expected of another, especially a leader. "You will know what to do when the time comes." At times, the truth of what was and what must be done was known only in the moment of acting. With that gentle smile, her hand returned to her side. It was not often that she touched another, and even when she did, the touch was given in the same way she had given it to Dawali Amara: with a soft, brief and gentle contact that was almost superficial and yet not cold. The woman simply was not accustom to making such contact and probably never would. As a warrior, she had learned to keep a fair amount of physical and mental distance, but she had learned also, especially upon her travels in the barren fields of ice, that one must never trust too deeply and too completely. It was simply too dangerous. "Just remember to not only be steeled in body but in mind as well." She gave him a soft smile before retracting her hand.
The pied Raven made a peculiar growling sound, almost a coo, as the single, inky eye watched the red wolf. Then the woman bowed, setting askew the balance of that pied bird, his wings outstretched to maintain it. Rising, the woad warrior said, "I thank you for your warning. It had occurred to me as well that this matter was getting out of hand, but it took your word to make that threat more apparent." The warrior did not pretend to always know what must be done. Her relaxed view of the world had brought tolerance upon her handling with Brennt, but she knew that she could not allow her views to dictate what must be done. It was, after all, not she that was in danger but the pups of the packs and thus the future of the packs. The warrior knew that there was not much else that could be done here, and she gently and formally dismissed the higher ranking individual. "I wish your travels safe," the quiet melody said simply as she took a single step back but did not turn around.