a time to chase

Kesho Maisha · 10-28-2010, 06:32 PM

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Kesho Maisha

Now, Kesho ran through the forested terrain with haste: he was chasing something. Darting through the trees with great agility in spite of his age, he tracked the animal. It was a young doe he was in pursuit of. The male was hungry, and despite his lack of companions, he decided to hunt. Easily capable of bringing down this small creature alone, he decided to have a bit of fun with it. The bronzed coyote sped up, creating a wide circle around the animal, surprisingly without its notice. Racing at top speed, the male darted ahead of the doe and spun around, coming to complete stop with finality. The creature was racing towards him now, eyes widened in fear and latent realization as this master huntsman leap, sideswiping the creature and slamming into her with his full body weight. This motion knocker her easily off course, and he turned quickly to deliver a deathly bite to her neck. In quick succession, he administered several more, barely dodging a strong, final kick from the hooved animal. Good to know you're not entirely incapable of ruthless slaughter now, Kesho. The voice of the other echoed in his head, cooing taunts consistently. Generally, they were ignored.

Regarding his kill, he grinned widely, feeling invigorated at the prospect of having someone to share a meal with now, perhaps. Resting for a moment, the coyote cleaned some of the dripping blood from his paws and face, before indulging himself in the meal. After eating his fill, Kesho traipsed, nearly prancing, towards a nearby stream and bowed his head to the slow-moving, shallow water. His pink tongue appeared, starkly light-colored in contrast with his current appearance, and he drank, as any parched dog might, with great fervor. He sighed and gazed around, crimson orbs inhaling every bit of landscape. Every time he stopped to remember, he realized how greatly he had longed for this, since his departure. Greatly pleased to have returned, and now to have had his first truly filling meal since, he paced back to the carcass, still fresh and bleeding, warm and delicious. Kesho lifted his muzzle to the air and let out a low, pleasant call. Merely a statement to any other coyote nearby that said: There's food here; come eat some! It was unusual for him to do this, but at the moment he longed for company-- something else that had recently been rekindled in the dog's mind.

Izaak · 10-31-2010, 06:34 PM

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The child was out and about as he always seemed to be doing. But then again he was young, nearing a year in a few days. So he had the extra energy to burn. And how was he currently burning it? By splashing around in the stream of course. So what if the weather was growing colder? It certainly wasn't about to stop him in the slightest. The boy was remarked to have very few working brain cells anyways. This simply proved it. And of course he had taken Blitzen out with him. The reindeer had quickly turned into a constant companion when Izaak was out and away from the mansion. With as often as Izaak often called to Blitzen to follow the caribou calf had started to do so on its own. So when Izaak had dashed off through the trees the animal had followed after him.

Izaak laughed when he saw that his pet had followed after him. Of course this was cause of celebration. And to celebrate he reached down into the water to cup a handful of water and end up splashing it on Blitzen, including the reindeer into his game as well. Not that Blitzen wanted to be included seeing as how he stepped back, away from the water, when he was splashed. The hooved creature attempted to shake off the water. Clearly the pet had more common sense then its owner did.

But Izaak's playtime ended up being cut short as he heard the call go up a short distance off. Being quite curious, and all too nosy, in nature he simply had to go and check it out. Leaving the stream behind he made his way towards the source of the call. When he got there he recognized someone he had seen once before. It was that guy that had been standing next to his sissy when she had called. And that was pretty much all he remembered. Still it didn't stop him from walking right on over.

There was a wide grin on his face as he waved, being in optime form as her usual. "Hallo. Unsere Schwänze sehen gleich aus." He called out the words happily and turned enough to show off the two tails. Yes, he had two. One was his natural one and the other was once Sascha's and he had tied it to his. It was just another odd about the child. Another could be that he still hadn't learned there were hardly any that spoke and understood German yet he always tried it first. But it was the language that he had grown up with so he had to try at least. And well, his English could be considered hard to understand since he didn't have a grasp on grammar. Also, with his accent, he had trouble with a few words, or more than a few words actually. So either way it could be summed up to be a struggle to understand him. Still he tried and that is what really mattered most, right?

Kesho Maisha · 11-03-2010, 09:42 PM

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D'aww, Izaak is cute. :] WC: 516

Kesho Maisha

Reveling in the glory of his fresh kill, the rust-colored coyote continued to nibble on a bone from the animal, savoring the taste of the marrow as he gnawed. Several minutes passed as he idly chewed, looking quite like a happy dog with his own bone, before the older canine heard movement in the brush nearby. Glancing over lazily, he waited patiently to see what emerged. Eyebrows raised in interest, he peered at the small frame which presented itself. He recognized this boy-- he had always seen him in this optime form-- from the recent clan gathering... He was quite young, but a very interesting creature, nonetheless. As if answering Kesho's inward query, soon a snow white figure appeared behind the boy, its large head making it look silly, awkward, and out of place beside two predators which might normally hunt it. Kesho had to smirk at this odd crew. Rising into a rather relaxed sitting position, he listened the boy speak, but had to repeat the words in his head to be sure he'd heard right; he certainly couldn't decipher a word he was saying. Kesho recognized the language as German, however, having heard it on several occasions. He watched, bemused, as the coyote turned and showed off something strange: the presence of two tails danging behind him. Startled, the coyote stared at the boy with curiosity and interest.

"You speak German? Apologies, I don't know that language well...although, I can say "guten morgen"!" The coyote grinned broadly, offering this small bit of common language, knowing that the boy spoke some English, but remembering that it had been quite poor. "I like your tails." He said, nodding to the boy's behind. "I remember seeing you with this thing last time; what is it?" Kesho was glad to finally have a chance to inquire about the small beast always following the young dog.

Kesho was legitimately interested in this young boy, wondering how he had grown to be such an odd creature, and where his talents lie. Surely he had some, for he was higher-ranking than a fair amount of canines of the clan, holding a rank which proved he possessed, at least, some talent in battle. The coyote stood now, walking towards the boy, and then around him, stopping to investigate tentatively the white creature that he had in tow. He stayed some distance away, but inhaled the scent of the animal; it was recognizable-- surely a creature which, when larger, Kesho would hunt and enjoy hungrily with pleasure. Of course, the boy seemed to have some sort of attachment to the thing, so he would leave it be, for now. The elder coyote looked over at the boy, ember eyes shining with a strange emotion not often expressed in the male.

"Better be careful bringing him with you all the time; any other coyote-- and especially a wolf-- could easily mistake him for a meal..." He said, feeling some sort of comradeship with this boy, to whom he'd hardly spoken but enjoyed the presence of, if only for his unique form of comedic relief.

Izaak · 11-07-2010, 06:16 PM

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Others might hunt the creature that he had with him but not Izaak. He had no idea how to hunt. All of his food was brought to him already skinned, and sometimes cooked, so it looked nothing like the animal that had been hunted and killed for it. He couldn't recognize Blitzen as food because his food because his food had never had a face attached to it before. And well, he had never thought to ask where the food came from. He was just happy being fed and that worked for him.

The boy giggled and nodded his head. At least this one knew what language he spoke, rather than mistaking it for Russian, even if he couldn't speak it himself. "Guten morgen." He returned the words since it was what the other said he knew. And well, it was just polite to return a greeting. He was once again made happy as his tails were complimented. Of course he was rather proud of this feature. Most everyone else, except his brother, had one tail but he had two tails. Of course his second one had come from his brother. He had it in mind that Sascha had given it to him because he liked it. He didn't know about his blackouts and that he had actually ripped it off. All he knew was that he had said he liked it and the next thing he knew was that he had it.

"Our tails looks sames." He spoke the words with a giggle and a clap of his hands, having translated what he had said before. It clearly didn't take much to make the child eager and excited. But as long as he wasn't having a blackout he was generally happy go lucky little thing. He didn't have any trouble entertaining himself either. Especially not since he had gotten the reindeer. Before he would carry on conversations with himself and now he had Blitzen to talk to.

He glanced back to his companion as the animal was pointed out and talked about. "Blitzen." Or at least that is what he had taken to calling the other and it listened to him when he called it by that name. Or at least it continued to follow him around whenever he called it by that name. It was still a debate whether or not the animal could actually understand him. But it listened and followed and that was enough for Izaak at least.

Actually he had no talents or fighting abilities at all. He didn't deserve his rank in the slightest. The only fighting he had done was what he couldn't remember because he was suffering from a blackout. But that hadn't been talent, only pure aggression. Even so his competitors weren't really even that. There wasn't really much of a struggle at all. So his rank was just well, a title. He didn't do any of the duties to have it or keep it. And it wasn't like he was easy to teach with how he could get easily distracted and the amount of energy he had.

Blitzen took a few steps closer to Izaak as Kesho circled around the coyote child. Izaak just giggled and rubbed the creature's head, petting him between his horns. "Es ist okay. Er ist ein Freund." The words were given to his pet. He didn't recognize Blitzen's sudden anxiety as the instinct of a prey animal under a predator's stare. As was said before, he had never hunted himself and so he simply had no way of knowing. The realization just didn't dawn on him. He didn't even think it strange that Blitzen was suddenly acting shyer than normal. Sure, the animal tended to hang back a bit but it didn't usually snuggle right up to Izaak in the presence of others. Instead he was just assuming that his pet wanted some love and attention and that was all.

"What wolf?" The confusion on the child's face as he looked back at Kesho clearly showed that he had never heard of the term before. But then again he automatically assumed everything was a coyote until he had been corrected. So far none had brought up the difference in canines to him so he simply assumed that they were all coyotes because that is what he was. "Blitzen no meals. Blitzen friens." It was becoming more and more apparent just how much of basic knowledge that he lacked. But then again his mother had been too busy to teach him, everyone seemed to be.

Kesho Maisha · 11-18-2010, 01:59 PM

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Kesho Maisha

Kesho was quite confused, but thoroughly intrigued, by this young boy. He watched and listened, quiet and contemplative, as the child spoke. He spoke few words, clearly having some trouble translating his native tongue. It was times like this when the bronze coyote wished he had taken some time to learn other languages; he knew it would've made the young canine more comfortable. He didn't seem too shy, however, and soon was conversing freely. He mentioned something about their tails, which Kesho shook off after briefly trying to understand. He resigned this odd statement once again to the boy being unable to correctly translate his meaning. The older male raised an eyebrow when the boy said "Blitzen", whilst pointing his furred fingers at the young animal. So he had given it a name. Well, that was interesting for sure. Kesho had never really understood the fascination with having a pet, as they seemed to be called. He had known others who had kept an animal by their side, given it a name, and even seemed to be able to communicate somewhat with them, but he'd never really been as curious about it as he was now. Perhaps it was the boys strange mannerisms that gave the situation more of a sparkle than some others he had been involved in. As the boy comforted the animal, Kesho noted the slight anxiety on the creature's face: it was clear that he wasn't fully comfortable in the presence of predators like himself. It was as it should be, though; it was probably a good thing that the animal still retained those survival instincts, however slight.

"See, he thinks I'll eat him, too." He stepped slightly closer to the animal, presenting himself as friendly as he possibly could, trying to ignore his own instincts to attack the creature. Mmm...fresh meat, and it'd be so easy to kill, too! That boy wouldn't be able to hurt us, Kesho! The voice inside his head snarled hungrily. Kesho himself wasn't in any dire need of sustenance, however. No, thanks. I don't need you telling me when I'm hungry. He responded inwardly, hoping to silence the beast for the time being. It was quite annoying, after all.

As the young boy spoke again, Kesho realized with great surprise that he didn't know what a wolf was. Eyebrows raised in shock, the coyote considered this. Were they not telling the stories anymore? What about the rivalries between the packs and the clan? Surely there were still some. There was no way that this boy couldn't know what a wolf was. Sure he was young, but...to be that ignorant when they lived so close to the wolf packs? Hmm.

"You don't know what a wolf is?" Kesho asked, just to be sure. "They're the ones that live in packs...They're quite a bit bigger than us, and usually very strong and muscular. In the past, they never liked us. I'm not sure of our relations with them now, but I can't assume that everything is simply peachy." He wondered whether or not this child would be capable of understanding all that he was saying, but hoped that he would. "A wolf might even eat your pet just out of spite of us. Then again, even a coyote might mistake him for a meal..." He trailed off, not wanting to make the boy afraid to lose his pet, but simply make him cautious of where he takes him. "It might not be best to take him everywhere with you, if you want to keep for a while, that is. I'd be a bit more wary." He gave the boy a small smile. For some reason, Kesho was growing fond of him-- despite his lack of knowledge and general odd behavior.

Izaak · 11-27-2010, 05:53 PM

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The creature was young and impressionable which is how Izaak had been able to tempt it. It had been hungry when Izaak had found it and had offered food which is the way he had gotten the reindeer to stay around him. But the animal was still wild enough. After all it had only been with Izaak for a short time. It was more like the coyote boy had replaced its herd. Of course Izaak didn't make much of a herd but he sustained Blitzen. He brought the reindeer food and water, or to where sources could be found, just as had happened in the herd before it had gotten separated from it. It still had the instincts to bolt and run but stuck by Izaak because herds traveled together. Not that the coyote boy would be able to explain any of that. He just knew that where he went Blitzen ended up following him.

"Noes eats Blizten. He noes foods." The child had no idea that animals were hunted for food. His food had never had a face before. He didn't even know the basics of hunting. It was just another of many things that he had no idea about. The reindeer took another step closer to Izaak as Kesho moved closer, keeping a close eye on the approaching predator. Izaak had no idea what was going through his companion's mind and just slipped his arm around the caribou's neck and hugged him as he giggled. "Er will dich zu reiben. Haben Sie keine Angst. Es ist okay." He spoked to the reindeer, conversing in German as he had taken to doing with the animal. He then looked back to Kesho, holding tighter to Blitzen to keep him in place. "Yous cans touch."

He had met wolves before but he simply didn't know that is what they were. He simply assumed that they were all coyotes. There were only a few species of animals that he had been taught but for the most part he simply assumed that everything was a coyote because he had never been taught. None had the time, not that Izaak was ever sitting around and just waiting either, to teach him all of the things that he didn't know. And with the way that he was it wouldn't be doubtful if none had the patience for it either. But at least the few things that he had been taught he had at least committed to memory. Or well, on some of the lessons. After all he would still eagerly reach out to touch others even if he had been reprimanded before. It was just that his excitement got to be too much that he would temporarily forget his lesson in lieu of it.

When he was questioned he shook his head. He had never heard of the term wolf before so he had no idea what they were. It was turning out that they were just the extra fluffy coyotes that he had been seeing around. "Fluffy coyote?" His term for them was spoken slowly, he was still confused of if they were actually talking about the same thing or not. He tilted his head as he thought over what Kesho was telling him. The ones he was thinking of were bigger than him. He guessed they were strong too but he didn't know for sure. But still, the ones Kesho was describing were different from the ones he had met. "I sees fluffy coyote befores. Dey noes eats Blitzen. Dey helps looks for berries to feeds Blitzen." So far he hadn't ever had a bad encounter with a wolf so far. Well there was the one... "One fuffy coyote has bird and bird bites me. Bird eats Blitzen?" Yes, the wolf had corrected him when he had called the bird a coyote but had never corrected him when he referred to the wolf as a coyote too. So he simply assumed it was a fluffy coyote.

"But Blitzen likes follows." After all it had gotten to the point that if Blitzen saw Izaak going somewhere then it automatically trailed after the boy. Izaak didn't even have to call him anymore. "Wary?" He tilted his head to the side was he puzzled over the word. "Bees scareds? Why bees scareds?" He had never skedaddled into anyone particularly nasty. Even his own mother had her good moments. So far anyone that he had met with Blitzen in tow had never even tried to get close to the reindeer.

Kesho Maisha · 11-28-2010, 01:25 AM

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Kesho Maisha

Kesho continued to be both amazed and confused by the young lad before him. He assumed this must be the reason for the lack of initiative amongst members of the clan to rival his generation. These younger ones were more docile, and, it seemed, much more naive. Or at least this one was. The older 'yote tried not to generalize for the entire clan, as he had already met several capable beasts; but this boy was different. Although Kesho quite enjoyed him as a companion and a character, he seemed to be a bit out of place. Truthfully, though, he couldn't think of a proper place for the child. Inferni would work well enough, and Kesho might even be able to teach him a thing or two about the proper behavior of coyotes and predators alike.

"What do you eat, then, if not the meat of animals like your friend here?" He questioned, wondering how the kid had fed himself at all, if not by hunting. "I couldn't say that a vegetarian diet would be too healthy for predators like us..." Even still, there was a vegetarian amongst the ranks of Inferni. Clearly, however, Kesho did not know this.

He stared blankly at the boy, a look of pure wonderment and contentment upon his face. With company like Izaak, he had little need to sustain constant attention. He was very much like a child, although he appeared older than his personality suggested. The boy babbled on in German briefly, Kesho trying miserably to decipher any words he might know from his brief encounters with the language. He failed, quite well. But then the boy spoke a string of a language he knew, and the elder coyote understood it. Kesho wasn't sure if he wanted to touch the animal. He felt as though it might start and take off, or alert every other animal in the area of its presence. So, gratefully, he declined the request.

"I'm sure he's...soft. I don't think he wants me touching him. He seems a bit nervous, really." He added, nodding at the deer's defensively alert posture.

The boy then began talking of wolves. Kesho's body instinctively tensed up. The young male stated that they had helped him in some way. That they fed his pet. Involuntarily, he cringed. But it seemed that this was the reality now; a mutual friendship, to some extent at least. He could hardly believe it. Things had been so different back then. Of course, Kesho also had no knowledge of the Dahlian War, or the true struggle to maintain their place here.

"Well, they may not all be creatures to be feared, but you shouldn't just blindly trust them, either." He paused. "I don't think a bird would be able to eat Blitzen, no." He listened as the boy reasoned through his warning, still not understanding his point. "Coyotes and wolves eat other animals, like rabbits and deer and elk. If you've ever eaten meat, chances are it was of one of those creatures. Most of us don't keep prey animals as pets." He spoke somewhat quickly, finding it odd to explain such a thing to another canine of his clan. "I like yours, though." He added, still trying not to offend the boy.

Izaak · 12-03-2010, 08:48 PM

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Yes Izaak was different. He was raised differently than most everyone. While everyone else was out learning how to hunt and the other basics of life, such as proper socialization, Izaak was being taught how to please a woman as well as a man. His mother was, to put it mildly, a deviant. An alcoholic nymphomaniac. So when she wasn't "playing" with her children she had male company over. When Izaak wasn't being "loved" he was being abused. His mother could prove to be quite violent when she was upset. Zak had suffered little, only having scars on his forehead that he hid beneath his hair. Though his brother/cousin had lost his ability to speak seeing as his vocal chords had been ripped out. In that moment Izaak learned that his mother desired silence unless she requested otherwise. He also learned that when his mother didn't desire his attention it was best to stay out of the way. He would spend time in the corner watching while his mother "played' with her visitors or he would be sent outside of the single room shack but made to stay close in case his mother needed him. So no he didn't receive the education that others had. His mother was always too busy indulging herself to care what he did. The small things he picked up were from his mother's company. Just as the food he ate came from them as well. His whole life had been reliant upon the kindness and pity of others.

There really was no place for him. He didn't have any skills to hold a single rank. He didn't really fit within the clan but it wasn't as if he had anywhere else to go since his family lived within Inferni. It wasn't like he could go back to Germany since there was nothing left their for him with his mother being deceased. His grandparents weren't known. Actually no one was allowed to know about them, or so his mother had said when he had asked one time. He had been told that his grandparents didn't want to know him. That no one wanted him. That he was just ugly and always got in the way. Was it any wonder that even the slightest scolding could send him into a quick downward spiral? When he was scolded by his mother she had always used the cruelest of words. It was lucky that Izaak wasn't any worse off than he was. With the abuse he suffered he really should have been more violent than he was, that only coming out in his blackouts. So while he might be uneducated at least he remained eager and happy for the most part. It made it hard to guess that suffered through every sort of abuse that could be imagined.

"Unky Cotl bring foods. It has noes furs an noes faces so noes bees aminals." All the animals he knew had fur and faces. Well, the bird had feathers but he didn't know what feathers were. Still, what he was given to eat didn't look like the animals running around in the wild so he had never related them as being the same. All he was given was meat that had been skinned, and sometimes even cooked and seasoned so it no longer even had the smell of being an animal. And because he had food brought to him he had never hunted before. Not that he had ever seen it done either. It was a basic detail that most pups grew up with but he had been deprived of.

Izaak tilted his head as Kesho declined, looking confused as to why he wouldn't want to. "Bus Blitzen likes." Or at least Blitzen tolerated Izaak touching him. He turned his attention back to Blitzen for a moment so that he could speak to the reindeer. "Sag ihm, dass es Ihnen gefällt." He spoke to the animal and waited. It was as if he actually expected Blizten to speak up and answer. After all he was waiting and staring at Blitzen. All the reindeer did was snuff at the air and dropped his head to nibble on the sprouts of grass that were to be found, keeping a watch on Kesho. Izaak seemed to take this as being some form of an answer since the boy turned his attention back to Kesho and spoke up. "He say he like." Though clearly the animal hadn't spoken at all.

Izaak didn't know anything about the war either. He had come after that, had come after Inferni had shifted their borders further away from Dahlia de Mai. He didn't know that there should be grievances. How could he when he saw everyone as being a coyote. He didn't realize that there were differences. Just look at Inferni, how many of them were pure blooded coyote? Living with that how was he expected to know that there were differences between them? It was just another lacking in education moment.

Honestly Izaak was hard to offend. He didn't often pick up on the things there were said that offended others. And well he was literal so if the thing said weren't directed at him with the intent of being malicious then he most likely would never realize it. So really Kesho didn't have to worry too much. It wasn't like he related Blitzen to being the same as other animals. Just like Kesho wasn't related to being just like every other coyote. Izaak still had this notion that whatever he liked then everyone else liked. And what he didn't like wasn't liked by anyone. And since he liked Blitzen then Kesho had to like Blitzen too. "Blitzen likes follows." He stated with a nod of his head. He no longer forced the caribou to follow him, the animal just did it instinctively now. And it wasn't as if Izaak minded it either. It would be silly to scold the reindeer for following now when he used to call Blitzen to come along with him and follow him.

Kesho Maisha · 12-10-2010, 12:08 AM

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Kesho listened quietly as the boy rambled, emitting useless words as he spoke. The young hybrid was clearly not the most intelligent of beings, but something in Kesho remained interested in his well-being. The young one admitted that his food had no face, and the old man wondered what sorts of preparations this food went through before reaching him. It seemed absurd, to do all of that work just to eat, but perhaps it was more common these days. Kesho was unsure whether or not injecting his knowledge into the conversation with this boy would have any effect on the boy, but he still longed to make it right. "I can assure you they once had both face and fur, despite how they look." He glanced idly to the side, concentration drifting slightly as the conversation became more tedious to navigate. What was he to say to this boy, who stuck to his convictions so tightly? It would be necessary to show him all of these truths, it seemed, though the method for doing so was unclear.

The older man watched with patience as the child fussed with his pet. Though the deer seemed slightly annoyed with his constant pestering, the boy didn't take notice. The deer had yet to flee, so perhaps their relationship worked on some level. "He likes it from you, yes. I just don't think he likes it from me." Kesho replied in a gentle voice, a small smile coming across his face. It really had been a while since he had interacted with young ones; it was a change. He enjoyed it though, even if it was slightly frustrating. Though he'd never though of himself as a particularly good teacher, he did want to try in this case. This hybrid boy might have a better chance to survive if Kesho helped him along. Then again, it would require the child actually listening to the advice.

The young hybrid mentioned the reindeer's propensity to follow him, and Kesho certainly couldn't debate this. If the creature followed him at will, who was to say that doing otherwise was better. Still, he couldn't help but feel that it was somehow against nature. Glancing over to the deer again with crimson eyes, he pushed away these feelings. The deer had free will, right? Even if not, there was no tether keeping the thing from roaming away should he decide to. "Yes, he does seem to be attached to you." He let out this comfort to the boy, nodding slightly in agreement to his brief statement. This child was certainly odd, and though he held an adult rank, Kesho wondered how he had obtained it, with the limited realm of common sense that he controlled. The old man felt that canines in this clan should be a bit more well-informed, and so he thought he might take on the challenge himself. Though Kesho wasn't quite sure how to approach the child with the knowledge he would need to continue the journey of life, he would certainly attempt it.

Izaak · 12-20-2010, 03:15 PM

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"Nuu, is jus meats." He shook his head fervently. He knew what he ate and what he ate didn't look like an animal at all. He didn't seem to pick up that Kesho had meant that before the food got to him that it had those things. He just knew that he could never remember anything that had a face to it. He didn't think that he would be able to do so. How could anyone eat anything that looked back at them? How could someone look at another with eyes, could stare into them and then take a bite out of them? It sounded impossible to the boy. But then again he had killed and abused as well, he simply couldn't remember any of it. He had no idea that he had the ability to actually live up to his rank, just not in this mindset. This mind had yet to be corrupted.

Kesho's words had Izaak frowning. He simply didn't understand. If something was liked and could be stood from one person then why not from everyone. If you liked hugs then why did it matter who gave you a hug? He was still of such a simple mind. He didn't know anything about friends and enemies. How could he when he saw everyone in a friendly light? He couldn't have prejudices since everyone was a coyote to him. So he was seriously lacking many aspects of knowledge. It was probably too much for any one person to ever be able to teach. Even if there was the ability then it would be a life long quest since one would have to start at the beginning with the basics. Well, except for being able to tell male from female, that was one of the few things that he could do on his own.

The talk of Blitzen had the young coyote coming to a quick decision. "We fines for yous." He spoke with an assertive nod of his head. He knew just what to do. Kesho seemed to like Blitzen so much that he would help Kesho find his own Blitzen. He motioned for the other male to follow him as he walked away through the trees. Blitzen, of course, noticed this and followed after Izaak even though he hadn't been called. The animal stuck close to the canine's side, neither of them looking back to make sure Kesho followed. Instead Izaak was looking for anything else moving through the trees. He was simply assuming that the other wanted a companion of his own since he had been asking about Izaak's. And if he was wrong then well, he would find out later since he wasn't even waiting for the other to catch up and tell him that such a thing possibly could not be wanted. After all he had gotten Blitzen by finding movement through the trees and following it, plus there was the coloration that had made the reindeer stand out amongst the trees. So he would do the same to find something for Kesho.

Kesho Maisha · 12-27-2010, 11:06 PM

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I hope this is okay? We can just say they wandered off, sort-of together. Lmao. WC: 325

Kesho just couldn't seem to get his ideas to stick in the brain of young Izaak. It seemed that despite his fairly thorough explanations of things, the boy could not wrap his mind around any concepts other than those he'd created himself, or that had been created for him.

"Nuu, is jus meats." said Izaak, denying Kesho's explanation.

The old man sighed; This is hard work, he thought. Would it be worth it, to try to teach him the proper ways of living? It might save his life, that was sure. But would the boy's potential live up to the expense of Kesho's increasingly precious time? He was unsure. Certainly he liked the young, strange Izaak, in a way that he could hardly pinpoint, but why put such effort into someone that didn't seem to have the capacity to appreciate it?

Then again, maybe he was underestimating the child. He was young, after all, and had the potential to have many years ahead of him. If he were able to be trained, he could be a useful asset to the clan. Hmmm... he pondered to himself.

"We fines for yous." stated Izaak decidedly.

At first Kesho was confused as to what he meant, but he soon realized that the boy must be off searching for a companion for Kesho himself. Strange. And entirely unnecessary. The elder male's face contorted into some form of exasperation, watching the boy get farther and farther away by the second. Oh, geez... he thought again.

"Wait, I don't need..." he trailed off, surely unable to be heard.

Begrudgingly, Kesho began at a moderate walking pace after the child, idly tracking his direction, knowing it would barely matter and the child would likely do just what he wanted.

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