Fresh contact

Dawali Amara · 01-01-2011, 01:11 PM

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Dated January 4th, if that's okay :3

Belle walked on as strong as ever, and the Chief could not help but feel pride in his heart. This horse, she was impossible to tire, he was sure of it. The journey he had started was important, and he believed he had chosen a good time to conduct it; food was scarcer in winter, and if packs had been wise, they would have storages, and thus the need for hunting would be greatly lessened. With so much spare time, there was certainly time enough for trades and pack-to-pack exchanges. Many, many hours had passed since his first encounter with a coyote up in Inferni. Then, Anathema and Phoenix Valley, and now Dahlia de Mai. So many packs! He was amazed at how quickly the two newest ones had established themselves, and thought he had not until this trek approached Anathema, he had close friends there, and that had postponed the urgency. The pack of artists, on the other hand, was a more pressing matter. Still, he did not fear any of them, even though he had approached Inferni with caution. Dahlia de Mai had changed, they said, under the leadership of Haku's son, and Dawali hoped with every fibre in his body that the son was nothing like his father, for hatred still burned vividly in his heart at the thought of Noir's death. What father could do such a thing? If the son was respectable, surely that was a miracle.

As he recognised a decisive increase in their scents,t he Chief halted the horse's movements, and for a moment looked around himself to find a suitable place ot wait. He contemplated for a moment calling out; after all, in this case he was mostly interested in meeting with Conor himself. He had a need to see that this was someone he could trust. However, having never met Haku before his death, there was perhaps little to compare to. The russet-colored male hesitated before lifting his muzzle to call out, emitting a long and clear sound that cut through the chilled winter air almost like an arrow's flight. As he got off the mare and fastened her, made ready some food and found a comfortable place to sit while he waited, he could not help but remember his last encounter here. The dark warrior female, Cwmfen; was she here again? He had heard she had returned, but it could be rumors. Besides his tribe's Masters and his own parents, he knew of no one he respected more. Perhaps he was in luck and could find her here. They had not spoken since the Brennt incident, not properly, and the impact of his actions yearned to be shared with someone who understood. The male sat in silence as hopeful thoughts and vicious memories flashed through his brain. With little to do while waiting, it was hard not to let your mind wander.

Conor Soul · 01-01-2011, 02:41 PM

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Food was indeed scarcer in winter, and Conor knew that he was not entirely prepared for the cold season. So much had happened and there was a lot to keep control of, not to forget his general leader responsibilities. No one had given him any form for training for the position he carried, so he had done his best to make the best out of it, wondering what the rest of ‘Souls thought of this child leader. He was settling well into his leadership role, and it would not be long now before he had been the head of Dahlia de Mai for a full year. The thought alone seemed quite strange—where had the time decided to fly by? It felt like yesterday Gideon and his litter siblings were mere children on his and Alexey’s laps, but the latte hued Koios woman had departed from his life and the children had grown up to become fine, full members of the pack. Overall all was well, but some day could become horribly long and drawn out as the young Soul male did his best to get everything done. He hunted, patrolled the borders and did his best to socialize and keep up to date what was happening in the pack lands. Exhausted as always, he kept thinking about the rider and her horse. Perhaps that could have been a solution.

Again, the male was by the borders despite the heavy action he had faced recently. It was fortunate, because a howl suddenly pierced the lovely silence that surrounded him, and it called for the leader. Readjusting the bag falling down on the golden male’s hip, he made his way towards the sound, grateful that he had been at the right place at the right time. Travelling from Wolfville to the borders took time, and he did not like to force guests to wait. He found a most peculiar male seated by the borders. Soft lilac eyes washed over the beautiful mare fastened to a nearby, but he quickly brought his full attention to the Aniwayan. There was no doubt within the Soul male who this optime man was, as rumours of the tribe’s chief had existed for a long while. A slightly baffled smile entered the cinnamon and caramel hued man as he lowered his neck slightly in a small gesture that could be recognized as a bow if one wished. ”Dawali Amara.” the male softly breathed, lavender gaze rising in pursuit of eye contact. The alpha’s milk tipped tail moved elegantly behind him. He was pleased by this unexpected visit from the chief himself.

”It’s an honor to finally meet you,” he added, his genuine smile slowly blooming as he stepped closer to the seated form. The other’s headpiece was impressive, and one of the reasons why he was so easy to recognize. It suited the tribe’s leader well. Conor wondered what else would be unique with this man, but knew that any answers he might have would be satisfied eventually. Noir Aston had been a member of the Aniwaya pack, he knew, and he could barely keep the angry shadow at bay as he thought about Haku’s cruel deed. How could a father kill his own daughter? It made thoughts return to Eclipse and his fears for her future, but he knew that she loved her above anything else on this earth, and the thought of a father taking a child’s life was sourer than anything. Impossible. Haku Soul had truly been mad.

Dawali Amara · 01-02-2011, 10:11 AM

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He smelled someone's approach, a male, thinking it likely to be Conor, though he couldn't be certain as he'd never met the male. Still, these borders smelled strongly of the same, which was common - borders often smelled of alphas more strongly than the rest of them. He sat as he allowed him to approach him at his own leisure, remaining seated so as not to give any indication of hostility, on many different conscious and subconscious levels of communication. Dawali hesitated for a moment, not quite used to having his name ring so familiarly on a stranger's lips. Then again, he did know and had known quite a few Dahlians and ex-Dahlians in his two years here, and as he had come to understand the packs here were littered with several large bloodlines. There could be many reasons to why this male knew his name, but he would not waste too much time pondering this. Smiling a little awkwardly, he simply rose and gave his usual bow to the leader, a polite gesture followed with a friendly smile. The russet male could not know for certain, but he took a chance and followed his instinct. "And you as well, Conor Soul" He wasn't sure whether he used his surname at all, in the same degree that Dawali did, and quickly added. "Please, call me just Dawali." He studied the male quickly now, weighing him up to his expectations. He was so young! So young, but he seemed amiable at first glance, and this soothed the Chief. He had not known what to expect, especially with the pack's history. It was bloody, and he knew it was not Conor's work, but often... as father as son. It wouldn't hurt to be cautious, but Conor seemed to be an honest soul, and Dawali appreciated this. "I've come to offer a trade with your pack, for anything from food to other supplies and animals. I have met the leaders of most of the other packs, but thought it was long overdue that I seek you out. I apologize if this is inconvenient, but I thought it practical to combine the two affairs, to save some travel time." Lanky cream-and-rust hands and arms moved in vague patterns as he spoke, emphasizing his words and the rhythm of the language. They pointed to Conor's bag when he mentioned "other supplies" and otherwise moved towards Belle and her satchels, as if to show him without showing him, what he had brought to barter with. The Chief smiled, excited to see the genuinely pleased leader. Jefferson was a good friend, but he was rarely this... open, perhaps. Savina was more of the regal type, and having taught and met so many of her children he saw her as a mother-type. This one, Conor, was a fresh face and young blood, and Dawali found it invigorating. Perhaps they had much to offer AniWaya, as well. They had certainly been of use in the past, though indirectly.

Conor Soul · 01-03-2011, 12:36 PM

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The yearling knew not if he should be surprised when the impressive tribe leader returned with words that included his own name. Conor knew not how well words of general knowledge spread, and that was a flaw of his. His demonic father had proven to be horribly well known through the lands, and he supposed that it was through his flawed sire that his own name tagged along with rumours. Dahlia de Mai had housed the cruel man for years before he finally was kicked out, and most individuals had probably not felt the greatest relief knowing that the monster’s son had been the one to rise up to alpha hood. So much spoke against the orange Soul man. Age and genes were only part of that, but he remained here still, and aside from Larkspur’s harsh words, he had not received any crushing critic that demanded that he was completely wrong to inhabit such a high rank.

The young king nodded at the chief’s humble request to call him simply by first name. It was what would be most natural for him, and his smile increased. ”Only if you call me Conor.” he said, lowering his chin slightly as he peered to the other leader. It was rare for him to interact with the leader of other packs, and he treated it as a failure to take certain parts of his leader job seriously. He was too young for his position, and therefore it would have been especially useful to search for wisdom with those who had carried the burdens of leadership for years. His aunt was such a creature, and he knew that Inferni was the only canine group that could send him away if he came in pursuit of guidance. His aunt was such a creature, and he knew that Inferni was the only canine group that could send him away if he came in pursuit of guidance. Yet Conor had decided to stay within the safe borders of Dahlia, losing himself in the process of rooting up the evil from within. Things had no doubt changed for the better, but was that good enough?

Dawali addressed the desired topic immediately, it seemed, and lavender revealed well that the younger male paid full attention to the words and considered them once they had become full sentences to stir the crispy winter air. His muzzle was sharply drawn horizontally as the man seemed to offer a premature apology for any possible inconvenience. ”I am grateful that you are here,” the Conor spoke, genuine words with no nothing to hide. He agreed with Dawali’s logic, and whatever had been on his agenda was quickly pushed away with new deadlines set somewhere in the morrow. Perhaps the older leader’s golden gaze held traces of judgement; unintentional impressions from laying the eyes on Dahlia’s young leader, but Conor did not see any such things. He did no longer look for signs of critic in the eyes of strangers, for he could not change his youthful face. Time and experience was what he needed, and that would come, eventually.

The thought to open up for trading between the two packs was one he welcomed, and even if no words immediately rose to compliment this, his face spoke without words that he thought this was a splendid idea. ”Rumours tell me that you lead a pack rich with fruits of the earth and livestock.” the younger of the two said, looking to the chief to obtain confirmation of this. This was what Dahlia de Mai lacked, and though there was no shortage of food in the pack in general, he had often speculated about other ways. Dahlia had laid claim to an immerse portion of land, and the Soul male wanted to make use of the riches the lands had. He was uncertain of what goods the tribe would desire in return. ”We lack these things,” He said, continuing on from his earlier point. ”and perhaps Dahlia is able to offer you an exchange of a similar value in return.”

Saluce had his weapon workshop and Conor had stored impressive amounts of medicine and healing equipment in the hospital he had claimed near the centre of Wolfville. ”Are there any specific trades you are particularly interested in?” the young leader asked, falling silent now so that the chief could speak without interruption.

Dawali Amara · 01-30-2011, 05:41 PM

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Opp te deg om du vil sakte fortsetta denne threaden, eller avslutta an OOCly. Men Conor e velkommen ned på visitt om han ska komma å henta hesten sin etc! Smile

Dawali nodded silently as Conor urged him to call him by his first name, as well. They were different, the naming conventions of different peoples. This was no surprise, but Dawali felt a large gap between these lands and his own culture. All names had relevant meaning, but here.. not really that much. They had strange sounding names, though he was accustomed to it by now. Still, if his elders had been able to see him now, allowing the male to use only Dawali's first name, they would have been ready with a scolding for him as soon as the meeting was over. But customs needed to be revised when new challenges awaited, and Dawali felt no burden on his shoulders for adapting to this new place in the past two years. The motion of his nod-bow was repeated as the young leader expressed gratitude at Dawali's presence. There was a calm politeness over the young male, and Dawali could easily respect that. "As I am grateful that you will greet me, Conor." The gesture was one anyone who had met him twice or more knew as his formal appreciation. A bod and a nod at once, dignified for a leader without graveling like an underling.

His posture remained calm and he listened intently as Conor followed up, his head bobbing so often to signalize that he was paying attention. Perhaps Dahlia did lack these things, but from what the AniWayan could see, they did not lack land. He had followed their borders for a little distance, looking for a suitable camp, and there was plenty of land to grow crops on. But, most packs did not do this, or so he had understood. "We do keep animals, and our crops were successful - at least this time around," he said, halting for a moment to think. They could certainly trade foods and livestock, but if Dahlia lacked both these things - what could they offer? Conor inquired about his own goals for the trade, and the male waited a few moments before responding. AniWaya had many things, but some of their ranks were downright empty. "We lack craftsmen for the time being, and are growing scarce in tools and weapons, not to mention that some of our buildings need repairs." He took a moment's pause before continuing, taking on a stance that was somewhat vulnerable to the young leader. "We have the materials, but not the hands. Perhaps a trade of tools and weapons?" The quesion hung loosely on his tongue. Or perhaps you could lend us some capable hands to repair our stables? He believed the old buildings were fragile, and an unsafe building to keep animals in. Not to mention how Liliana practically lived there. The idea remained unvoiced. It was perhaps too bold a question for such a fresh acquaintance.

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