02-07-2010, 06:53 AM
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Better length this time, you're improving!  Word Count: 344 Dawali nodded and one of his hands was lifted to his chin, resting it there as he took in the male's words and pondered upon them. Whither Fang; by Dawali's naming tradition it was a strange name. Then again, so was the name of almost everyone in his tribe. The Chief never ceased to be amazed at the strange names of the wolves in these lands. Everyone in the old tribe had had names that resembled his own name, complicated long strings of words that all meant came together in a sentence. The differences in their AniWayan naming traditions compared to those of the wolves in these lands were impossible to ignore, and they would always continue to fascinate him. Whither listed his skills and Dawali studied his physique as he did so. His agile-looking body seemed to fit his abilities. He could fight, had stamina, and it seemed he had some knowledge in the field of a medic. Dawali nodded smiled at the stranger, trying to ease his awkwardness. Normally he would tell him that he did not have to call him by "sir" or such titles, but lately, with the conflicts of the north, he felt it was necessary to reel back in some of the authority that he had been so casual about, in order to make sure that his members would not endanger the tribe. The best place to start would be the joiners. "These are all decent skills.", he said bluntly. The Chief had little further to inquire, but one question still needed an answer, one that Dawali found that he had begun asking any joiner the last few weeks. Tension in the north had escalated into war and he had to make his tribe safe from anything. A control question was offered the male; where he was from. Dawali would know if he answered truthfully. "Have you traveled far? From where are you from, which direction?" South or west were the likeliest correct answers. One final trial before the male could be offered a place among their ranks. |