you eat my kind for breakfast

Aurèle Aston · 03-27-2010, 04:19 PM

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Oh hay guys. I am rejoining as Aurèle, though her son Anatole is with her (and will be played as an NPC for the time being). Information is on the Wiki if you need it. :]

The crow, with its white breast, stood out amongst the otherwise brown boughs he had perched on. Aurèle paused, green eyes narrowing, and sensed rather then saw her son stop behind her. He had never once gone out of step with her since they had begun moving. Anatole had not questioned why they were leaving what he considered his home, even though she sensed he was unhappy about it. Something had spoken to her though, a whispering intuition that told her to go. Of all the things she had followed, it was her instincts alone that had proven the most reliable.

After crossing the mountains, she had followed the familiar scents south. It was her intention to find Tayui once more, knowing that the remaining members of her family (those closest, at least) would be in the area. Sure enough, she caught her sister’s scent and the remaining children in the area. Anatole came to her side then, sniffing at the ground. He looked to her, his eyes her own, and flicked one ear questioningly. A long time ago, she had taught him to speak without making a sound. It was the same way that she and the crow communicated; the bird had been silent since the day he had come to her side.

“We’re going to stay here for a while,” she explained. “Your aunt and cousins live in the area, and it would do you well to be with family.” His dark face crinkled slightly, as if this idea offended him. The boy was headstrong, and he always had been—ever since his brother had vanished and he had learned the truth of the world. It took strength to survive, and strength that could only be found in the one. But even Aurèle, who had spent more then four years alone, understood the boy needed to learn the rules of society. If he did not, then her hope for immortality would end with him. She would not let that stand.

Nayati Utina · 03-27-2010, 06:07 PM

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y halo thar! 300+

The sky was overcast, but rain did not pour down from the heavens and so Nayati had decided to talk a walk around the territory which had become a bit of a custom to him. The muscular optime made his rounds around the tribe's land, Onawa by his side. The two walked in comfortable silence, both simply taking in what their keen eyes saw. Having been together for so long now had made it so that verbal communication between them was not necessary most of the time. As a youth such deep and profound silences had bothered him to an extent, but when he had started on the path of a hunter he had quickly learned the value of it. If one could not be comfortable in the stillness of the world then they would never be an efficient predator, and so he had adapted..

As he came around a bend two unfamiliar scents came to his nose. Pale blue gaze became that of a raptor's as it searched out the owners of the two scents. It finally settled on the form of a woman and a youth, presumably mother and son. The Tsisdu Kanati strode forward to meet the two, not noticing the crow that perched in the branches, but Onawa did and recognized it as one of her own. The puma kept the information to herself though, as she would often do, a lesson for Nayati to be more observant. Coming up to the pair the Utina nodded his head in greeting. "How is it that I may help you?" He had no idea that this woman had been a part of the tribe before he had made the trek from the original AniWaya. Nor that this was the sister of the woman Tayui that he had met.

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Aurèle Aston · 03-27-2010, 09:01 PM

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And they're both in lupus form, in case that wasn't clear. :]

It was not long before the stirring of branches ahead caused two of the trio (the woman and crow) to focus their attention on the source. Anatole did not stir until the tall werewolf made his way into view, but the boy was more startled by the large puma at his side. Wide eyed, the charcoal brushed boy remained quiet and still. In contrast, his mother shifted her weight back and let her thickly furred chest become prominent, displaying that despite caring for two mouths she was well within her healthy weight—apparent by the arctic wolf’s build. Her eyes focused intently on the male’s face.

“Ah, maybe you can,” she began, a smile turning the corners of her mouth upwards. “My sister and her children live here, if my nose isn’t fooling me. My name is Aurèle Aston, and this is my son, Anatole.” A glance was spared to the boy, who finally broke his gaze from the cougar and turned his attention onto the decorated male. Though such a thing was uncommon to the boy, he nodded politely.

Nayati Utina · 03-27-2010, 10:30 PM

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okay ^^

He didn't take offense to the woman posturing herself as she did at his and Onawa's approach. With the assumption that they were both strangers to the tribe, the appearance of a puma beside a wolf would of course be startling to anyone and the mother would wish to protect her child. Luckily for her though, she and her pup were in no danger from the duo. Nayati couldn't help but chuckle inwardly as the boy's eyes grew as big as the moon herself. Onawa was similarly amused, her large eyes sparkling. As the two pairs faced each other the Guide's tail twitched from side to side, looking curiously at the young wolf. The male shook his head, turning his full attention back to the mother.

Nayati hoped that he would be able to help, at least. He still had yet to thoroughly explore the lands outside of AniWaya's borders. But as she, Aurele, spoke what she was looking for the man was pleased that he knew exactly who she was speaking of. A small smile came to his own maw. "Ah, yes, Tayui? She is indeed here." Nayati nodded back as the boy was introduced to him. "I am Nayati Utina, and this is my Spirit Guide, Onawa." The puma looked from the mother to son, her own silent form of greeting. "Were you just here to visit? Or were you hoping to stay?" Either way, he would be happy to escort her to see either Tayui or Dawali.

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Aurèle Aston · 03-28-2010, 10:55 AM

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After the loss of her second son, Aurèle had become remarkably protective of the first. She had taught him day in and day out about the dangers of larger predators. Now that he was seeing one up close, it was only reinforcing everything she had taught. He could see the power in the thin-furred predator, see exactly how large she was in comparison to the wolf, and now believed everything his mother had said. Luckily, they had never run into such a thing—they had only spoken of them, and been warned by that silent crow.

The man, who introduced himself as Nayati, did know her sister’s name. The woman smiled broadly, but gave no further appearance of joy. Though Tayui was one purpose in her return, she was a much smaller part of the picture. Everything now was for Anatole, whether or not he understood. Aurèle knew what she was doing, and knew that immortality was within her grasp. Both eyes sharpened, and focused on her larger Optime companion. “I’d believe stay, if Dawali would have us again.” Without waiting for a response, the woman was on her feet and advanced, though she slowed as the distance closed between the pairs. Well, trio, considering that the crow had left the branch and taken wing, cutting up into the sky and turning once more into a shadow over the she-wolf.

Nayati Utina · 03-28-2010, 09:51 PM

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sorry, this is crap :|

The Utina male had never come face to face with an actual puma, made of flesh and blood, and was thankful for it. While tracking herds he had sometimes come across their tracks, but had always made sure to steer clear of the large felines. Even if his Guide took the shape of one, that did not mean that he would be safe from those the prowled the same plane of existence that he did. Aurele was wise to have taught her son of the dangers of the world. Nayati respected the strength and power of the larger predatory animals and with that respect came the knowledge that it was best to stay away from them.

The woman's next words surprised him. Brows raised ever so slightly, one ear rotating to the side. As she and her son began to move forward he heard the rustling in the branches and looked up to find a crow flying over the pale Aston. Immediately he could tell that it was no ordinary crow, but a Spirit Guide. "I didn't know that you had already been a member of the tribe," he stated. "I am from the original AniWaya, as Dawali is. Here, we can walk to the village, I imagine he will be around there." He didn't know if she would remember the lay of the land, but he took the lead regardless. Glancing back to the pair, he asked, "What winds blew you first away and then back here?"

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Aurèle Aston · 03-30-2010, 10:36 AM

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300+. And pfft, it's fine. :]

The man explained that he, like the man who led here, was not a simple outsider. Even though she had no real understanding of the tribe, Aurèle believed that such information was not given just for small talk. It meant something important—at least, it meant he had more of a right to live here. Given her abandonment, it was no surprise that Aurèle felt some doubt in returning to AniWaya. None of this showed on her face or in her body language. Of all the things that she was there was no doubt that Aurèle was a remarkable liar.

At the glance, and the question, Aurèle’s ears swiveled to a sharp point atop her pale head. “To be honest, Nayati,” his name rolled from her mouth as if it was unfamiliar, the nearly French accent (for she had never left the Quebecois behind) still thick. “A feeling,” she answered. “Faque, I don’t really know.” Even though she had considered it, there had never been an admittance from the woman about the spiritual power of the silent crow following her. Especially given that no crow before or since had ever been as quiet as that beast. Behind her, Anatole began to lag behind. He was curious about the peculiar smells that were unfamiliar, ones his mother identified with large beasts that several tribe members road. “Anatole,” she called over her shoulder. “Je veux que vous écoutiez et observiez. Rappelez-vous ce que je t'ai enseigné.”

“Oui mère,” the boy responded. His voice was still fair with youth, soft spoken as if he had never really needed to use his voice before. By all accounts, he had not. The most conversation that Anatole had was either with his mother or the occasional stranger that passed them. Aurèle would not allow any to stay long.

Nayati Utina · 03-30-2010, 05:24 PM

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:] I guess Marit can just jump in whenever she has the chance? 300+

He hadn't told her of his origins to make her feel less worthy to be here, it was simply a fact that he felt important to his character and since she had some understanding of the tribe wanted to share. As for her supposed abandonment he did not judge that either. Sometimes the Earth pulled you in mysterious directions and at times those directions were away from your home. Nayati certainly hadn't expected to ever leave the main tribe behind to come to the newly settled one, but here he was and he knew that it had been the right course of action even if he couldn't explain why that was, per se. So to him, her explanation, insubstantial as it may have been, made perfect sense. "Feelings are powerful things. You can try to ignore them, but they are like an itch that demands scratching and will not be satisfied until you do what it wishes." The foreign word hit his ears oddly, but he made no question of it, assuming it to be the language of the place the Aston family had originated as Tayui had told him.

However, when she spoke in the different tongue to her son the man couldn't help but to sate his curiosity on the matter. "Pardon my asking, but is that the language you speak in...where was it, Quebec? Your sister mentioned to me that that was where she was originally from." Nayati found differences fascinating, especially differences of life and culture. Just because he was proud of the AniWayan way of life did not mean he was not interested in the ways others conducted themselves. "What was life there like?" He was intent on the conversation, but they were also nearing the village so he kept his nose alert for any sign of the Kalona.

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Dawali Amara · 03-31-2010, 09:04 AM

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Why hello there.

come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops

A familiar scent had taken his attention away from the work at hand, and Dawali lifted his face slightly, eyes phasing out as he focused on his olfactory sense. Yes — this was someone familiar. Quickly putting his textiles aside, the Chief rose and dusted off various threads and feathers from himself before heading further into the village. With every step, Dawali worked to figure out whose scent it was. He detected Nayati there, but the other one.. was not so clear, though familiar. Only halfway did he realize that it was not just one, but two scents, and he understood now, when that piece of the puzzle was solved. She had left abruptly, and he had not quite understood, but the Aston femme seemed to be quite capable of running her own life, and so Dawali had not interfered. He had suspected a family issue, but if Auréle was back to stay, that was obviously not it. He pondered this awhile, until he could distinguish the trio's moving forms ahead, and he raised his hand in greeting. A proper greeting was offered them as soon as he was within conversation distance, and a friendly nod at Nayati, as well. "Welcome back," he said, glancing at the boy also present. Wondering for a split second where the other child was, Dawali figured that the pale figure would share her secrets if she so wished; she was entitled to privacy and it might be a sore subject. "Back to stay, or visiting the family?" Either way she was more than welcome here. Dawali always liked to see familiar faces.

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Aurèle Aston · 04-06-2010, 09:13 AM

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300+

She was glad, in this moment, that there was an understanding to the fickle nature of feelings. Aurèle obeyed nothing more strongly then she did her instincts; they had kept her alive this long. By all accounts, she should have turned and gone in another direction rather then return. It was her desire to become immortal which had driven her this far south again, and it was her desire for her son to meet his family that pushed her further. While Aurèle was not one top open up, she did love her family (in a peculiar way) and found them necessary in her son’s—and by extension, her own—life.

At the man’s voice, the pale woman turned her head, ears rising to a peak atop her head. For one brief moment, her eyes narrowed and darkened, but it was gone as suddenly as it had come. “It is, yes,” she answered. “The land isn’t much different then it is here, but it is much colder and snows more often during the winter.” Intentionally, she avoided speaking of her family and home pack. She no longer considered this a part of herself. It was not long after this that a red wolf appeared down the path ahead of them. She recognized him by the feathers around his head, and a friendly wag of her tail was given as a return greeting. “Thank you, Dawali,” she returned his greeting. “I’d wish to stay here, if you would have us again. You remember Anatole, though he is much changed since you saw him last,she smiled, and turned to look at the boy.

He did not advance, but remained by her side, green eyes studying the man before him. It was apparent that Anatole was a creature without understanding for pack hierarchy, given he stared the older wolf in the face brashly. There was nothing said, as he was well aware it was his place to listen and not to speak.

Dawali Amara · 04-06-2010, 10:14 AM

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Hey Erin, I am rude and skipped you. Will you still love me?

come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops

She greeted him in a friendly manner, and he mirrored her wag for a moment. Right, he did remember the boy, and he had been much smaller then. Next to newborn, in fact. He had never understood why Auréle had been so keen to travel with children that young, but he had slowly learned that she was different from her relatives in the pack. Tayui was much more open and chatty than this one, and Dawali would not pry. He supposed that whenever something of true importance came up, Auréle would not hesitate to share it with him. Always trusting of his pack's members, Dawali was. He nodded with a smile at the boy who stared at him without even trying to hide it. The red wolf gave a chuckle and looked back up at the boy's mother before speaking again with a smile. "You're more than welcome to stay. I'm certain Tayui and Claudius will be happy to see you, and Noir, too, returned to us just a day back. You have good timing, I suppose." He chuckled at himself for a little moment before remembering the list of things he had set about doing today. "I'm glad to see you return, Auréle." He smiled warmly and looked to the boy. "And you as well, mister." He wasn't sure if such comments went down well with this silent young male, but he'd quickly find out, probably.

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Dawali Amara · 04-06-2010, 10:14 AM

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Nayati Utina · 04-07-2010, 12:55 PM

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OMGWTF MARIT D< NOT COOL! Jk lulz X3

It was a feeling that had lead to him leaving the main tribe and making the long trek here to this one. It hadn't been an easy decision, mostly because he worried about how his family would fare without him. It wasn't like they were alone, they had the rest of the tribe, but still he worried. He had been the first son and to leave his parents and younger brothers and sister hadn't been something he considered lightly. But with his parents' blessing and Onawa's encouragement he had followed that feeling, and now here he was. Perhaps Aurèle's Guide had also lead her away and now back. It was very plausible and he was in no position to judge the woman regardless. He knew nothing about her or her life story.

Faced forward as he was he missed any sign of hostility or discomfort from her that came with the subject of her homeland. Her tone conveyed nothing out of place and so he simply took the information as it was given. Though it was clear that she held no great enthusiasm for talking of where she came from, so he would not ask any more questions on the subject. Nayati didn't have the time to anyway, for Dawali now was striding towards them. The Utina waved in greeting and then nodded as the Kalona met them at close proximity. As the two began to speak of the business of Aurèle and Anatole rejoining the tribe Nayati took a small step back and kept his mouth closed. This was no business of his and he did not wish to stick his nose in. The hunter would remain a silent observer until he was dismissed or brought back into the conversation.

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Aurèle Aston · 04-07-2010, 02:02 PM

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300+. :>

The boy did not much resemble a newborn anymore—nor did he resemble anyone outside of his mother. She had been very careful about that. The other boy, who had been lost so young, had resembled his father. Even though she had never known the man, and even though she had never learned of his name or his wickedness, she had sensed it. Aurèle had known the moment he had thrust himself into her that she was being touched by evil. It did not matter. He was a tool, and she had used him just as he had used her. Both had a desire to remain immortal. Through their sons, they could be.

That was if the other had survived. He had faded from her thoughts as the months had gone by, and Anatole had stopped asking about him. They had survived, and that was all that mattered. If anything was to be said of the Aston woman, it was that she managed this better then any other. After all that had happened to her, it was amazing she had made it out of that fire. That she hadn’t lost her mind as a child. She might have, the way her green eyes burned with that peculiar fire, but her smile was reassuring (whether or not it was true). “I suppose so,” she granted, sensing the presence of the crow above her. “As am I, Dawali. I’m sure we’ll settle in quickly.”

Once addressed, Anatole straightened his posture, and while his face crinkled momentarily at the thought of being addressed as a child, it did not linger long. “Mhm,” he grunted. Without turning her head, Aurèle spoke sharply. “Anatole, il est a manitou, soyez poli.” Frowning slightly, the boy spoke again. “Thank you.” Satisfied with his response, the pale woman spoke to Dawali once more. “I’m certain you’re busy, we can find our way from here. “

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