A gift at the borders

Nian Redtree · 12-27-2010, 04:07 PM

Even though the sky was full of grey clumps of clouds, Nian was still enjoying his walk through the more grassy fringes of the Serena Reserve. One of his duties as a Tsula Agateno was to scout around within the tribe's borders to make sure there weren't any emergencies or suspicious goings-on, and to report it if he found anything. As of yet, the young scout had not seen anything worth reporting, although he had thoroughly enjoyed his trek around the tribal lands. Even in the Winter, the Reserve was still beautiful. The open skies on the edges reminded him of home, although the weather... Well, he was going to need to find some sort of clothing soon. He was quickly discovering that his fur was not enough to keep out the season's chill.

Nian looked up and was surprised to the see the barbed wire fence that marked the border within eyesight. He had not intended to go this far out... He had not been near the border since he had been accepted into the tribe. He grinned slightly, recalling his eagerness to start proving his skills to the members of AniWaya. Things had not changed much, as here he was, setting out throughout the lands to fulfill his scouting duties... He decided to make a few circles in the area before heading back towards the village, just in case there was anything that he could report back.

Ouija D'Angelo · 01-03-2011, 01:59 AM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jenny/Kiri; 512 words

It had been some time since Ouija had seen the chief of this tribe at the borders of Cercatori D'Arte. He had given the man the meat of the beaver that he had skinned that day while he kept the pelt for himself. He had known that he had wanted to try something out with it but had been uncertain just what he wanted to make with it. That had come after he had gotten it finished with the curing process. It was then he decided on turning it into a gift. Of course it was a surprise gift. There had been talk of trade though he wouldn't really consider this a trade. No, he had decided to show off what he had used the pelt for. At least it had started that way until it took on a certain shape as he worked on it.

He left his pack behind and headed to the south where the other pack was said to be. In his hands he carried the doll with him. Being made of beaver the colors were wrong and so the likeness wasn't there. Though he had scrounged around to find small enough feathers for the doll to have some sort of similarity to its intended owner. He wasn't sure what would be thought of it since he had failed to make it a perfect replica. Then again he had only seen the other canine male once and just had to go by what he could remember. And of course one of those things was the fish that had been shared. Because of that he had arranged the scales of a fish to look similar to the animal that they had come from for the doll to hold in its hand.

He had been busy staring at the doll as he walked, picking apart all of the things that were wrong, so he had hardly noticed he had reached a fence until he had about ran into it. Looking up he noticed another in the are and waved to him with his unoccupied hand. "Hey, would you know where I can find AniWaya or some guy named Dawali?" He called out to the other male in the area. Seeing as the visit wasn't planned and the gift a surprise it wouldn't come as too much of a shock if Dawali happened to be busy or unavailable. After all he had his own pack to run and didn't need to be bothered by a face that had probably been forgotten. After all it had been quite some time since they had last seen each other and Ouija had ended up leaving early to get started on the beaver. Also Ouija's color had faded and so blood had to be reapplied to odd spots just so that he wouldn't turn back completely white. It was not as colorful as he liked to be but it worked for the season that they were in. But once flowers and such were back in bloom then Ouija could go back to his rainbow assortment.

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Nian Redtree · 01-03-2011, 12:59 PM

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Nian spotted the strange wolf on the other side of the fence, but was hesitant to approach at first. He was only just starting out in the tribe, and if the newcomer was a threat or a joiner, Nian was not equippped to deal with them. However, when the new wolf called out to him, he realized that perhaps the man was lost, and since he was the only one around, it was his duty to help... Wasn't it? Figuring that whatever the case, he could at least show some kindness, he trotted over to the fence to meet the strange wolf.

His first impression when he came closer was that the wolf might be hurt. He had spots of red covering his white coat, and he smelled like blood. After a moment of concern, however, it became apparent that the spots had a sort of pattern to them, as if they were intentionally placed there. Feeling a little less sure of his plan to come over and talk, Nian stoped and said, "Hello there. Uh... You've already found AniWaya; this is our borders. Who are you?" At that moment, he noticed the strange little creature made of hide and feathers in the newcomer's hands. "Um... What is that? Is that supposed to be Dawali?" Nian could just make out the distinctive arrangement of feathers that the chief wore mirrored on the little doll.

Ouija D'Angelo · 01-06-2011, 06:21 AM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jenny/Kiri; 316 words

For a moment he wondered if the other was going to even pay attention or just keep on his way since it seemed to take him a bit of time to respond. And honestly, Ouija hadn't thought about what sort of impression he would make with his paint job. He was so used to strange looks for his appearance that he didn't think anything of painting himself in blood. Just as he often forgot about his size and how imposing he could come off as. He simply couldn't see himself as strangers could. So he didn't understand the sudden wariness as the other drew close. In fact it had caused him to cock a brow in question.

"I'm Ouija." He gave his name even though the other might not know anything about it. He doubted that he was talked about but he had no idea really. Someone could possibly mention a strange wolf that was always coloring himself though that really seemed to be highly unlikely. He didn't think he had done anything to receive such acclaim. It wasn't like int he cult where everyone knew each other. No, it didn't seem anyone in this are cared about each other all that much. Always hiding themselves away from each other instead of sharing a single living space. But then again it wasn't like he was inviting anyone into his den either.

He looked from the male to the doll in his hands and then back up to the male again. "It is supposed to be though I don't think that it is entirely accurate." And that was something that bothered him. He had wanted it to be spot on but hadn't managed it. Though it seemed close enough for this other guy to be able to tell from a glance at it. Perhaps he was just too critical of himself and that is all it was.

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Nian Redtree · 01-06-2011, 12:51 PM

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Nian looked the other wolf over again, now that he was closer. The male was large and covered in blood spots, but he did not appear to be displaying any threatening behavior. As the other male looked down at the doll, Nian thought he saw a hint of disappointment in his expression, and he reasoned that whatever purpose he was here for, he was at least not looking for a fight. He stood a little more confidently now, wanting to greet this man more properly.

"So why are you looking for Dawali, Ouija? I can carry a message to him if you want." In truth, Nian was not entirely sure where Dawali was, but he figured that someone in the tribe would know. At the very least, he could howl for the chief, although he was certain that was such a good idea. If there was no reason for alarm, he did not want to cause any. His eyes flicked down to the doll in Ouija's hands, and he smiled faintly. "And, uh... Actually, it's kind of cute. You really got the head-dress."

Ouija D'Angelo · 01-16-2011, 02:27 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jenny/Kiri; 374 words

Blood was the most color that he could obtain at the moment. It was his winter fashion for now. It was definitely something that he was going to make up for once spring came again. He would overload himself with color once that time came again. He would make sure that he had enough colors to forget about the whole winter ordeal. He would even make sure to keep enough plants around to make it through the next winter. He wouldn't go through this again. He would make sure that he didn't suffer through limited colors again.

"Well..." He paused and shrugged, he wasn't sure himself exactly why he had come. "He stopped by my pack awhile ago. I gave him the meat from the beaver that I had caught. I guess that I just wanted to show off what I had done with the fur." It did sound rather silly. He wasn't expected or anything. And it wasn't like Dawali had asked to see it anyways. Not that it had turned out as he hoped that it would. So yes, he was disappointed that the replica wasn't perfect. But then again he had been taught when he was younger to do things to perfection. And now that he was looking at it he was starting to notice all the mistakes.

The construction was there and it was flawless. It was the details that felt to be off. He had been going by what he could remember from one meeting. So yes, he wasn't pleased with himself to have been unable to have a fault representation. "I think that might be what has pulled it together." He looked up from the doll and over to the male before finally holding it out for the other male to take. "You can give it to him when you see him. It really isn't important enough to call him all the way out here to pick it up." Maybe if the representation had been better than Ouija would have wished to show it off himself. As it was it would probably only be seen as a failed attempt. Then again he was his own harshest critic and could point out flaws that others didn't tend to notice.

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Nian Redtree · 01-22-2011, 04:12 PM

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Nian took the doll and held it closer, looking at it and sniffing it to get a better sense of how it was made. Now that Ouija had told him more about the doll, he could smell the faint scent of beaver on it, although that was pretty faint now that the skin had been taken off of the beaver's body and handled by a wolf during the construction of the doll. Even though the fur was the wrong color, it had obviously been made with skill, and Nian was sure that Dawali would appreciate that.

"It's a really nice gift. I'm sure Dawali will like it anyway." He closed his hand over the doll and looked inquiringly at Ouija. "Is there a message you want me to send with the doll?" He was trying to stay focused on the task at hand. However, he was really dying to ask about the white wolf's unusual way of decorating himself... Try as he might, he could not figure out why such a thoughtful, creative wolf would want to decorate himself in blood.

Ouija D'Angelo · 01-23-2011, 12:37 PM

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Ouija didn't usually make things to resemble another. Because of that he wasn't sure what had possessed him to do it this time. Either way the task was still complete. Or as complete as he could get it. The construction was there and it was sturdy but the likeness was faulty. He gave a smile at the other's attempt to downplay the mistakes. He wasn't quite so sure that it would be liked or appreciated. After all it hadn't been asked for. Who could say what would be done with an unwanted gift. Of course he hadn't had these thoughts when he was working on it. No, he had simply been glad to have something to focus on.

He shook his head at the question. "No real message. Just wanted him to see what was done with the beaver is all." There was no real reason behind the gesture. He wasn't expecting anything in return. He didn't give gifts just to get something back. Then it wouldn't really be a gift as much as it was an exchange. No, he had the time and needed something to do so he made the first thing that had come to mind. That had simply been the wolf whom he had given the meat to.

"Is there something else on your mind?" He found himself asking the other. "Have I stepped over the boundaries?" If he had then he hadn't meant to. He had only meant to get close and wait, such as how the leader here had done. It was how Ouija had met Dawali. He had found the other male waiting near the borders of Cercatori d'Arte. His intention had been to do the exact same. To sit and wait and see if the leader happened by. Though this worked as well. He didn't need to deliver the gift himself. Just as long as it was received was all he wished for.

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