Know your place [ATTN AniWayans, tribe news!]
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Before the tall Austral could react to the attack, one the Maska's pets had him on the floor in a lock with the more badly damaged of his two arms twisted up behind his back in an agonizing position that tore several of the bandages, re-pulled open the wounds on his face and neck and sent shards of excruciating pain through the stitched up gashes in his stomach. One side of his face pressed into the ground and his free white eye stared back into the guardian's angry face. True to his nature though the gentle giant did not back down but simply stared back, all fury and contained aggression. Had he not been grievously injured the man would have stood a fighting chance of at the very least giving a go of fighting back against his oppressor, as it was he could do nothing as his body sent him pain from all angles and he began to loose the feeling in his arm and shoulder. Ralla's subtle attempt to plead with the man pinning him down was seen and gratefulness was felt that the white woman would stick her neck out to try and protect him. But he wanted no trouble to come to her so his eyes ordered her as a friend to step away from the situation, it would only be to her detriment to intervene for she had young children to look after and could ill afford to be punished or exiled.

Analise ever defensive of her father began to growl at the guardian and display her teeth, however she was silenced by his own words, hissed through clenched teeth. "Tranquilo chicka." The girl child hushed up quickly and moved away from the scene, she knew not to mess about at a time like this. It was lucky for León that Wematin's attention was pulled onto others who had begun to speak out as well, or the attempt at teaching León a lesson could have very well escalated into a full punishment before the assembled tribe members. The guardian let him go as he yanked his arm away and rose to his feet, fists clenched at his sides. The attempt at physical domination did not intimidate him. He would not give the bastard the satisfaction of seeing how much he was suffering. Blood trickled slowly down his face but he ignored it and instead looked down at his stitches a grimaced, they looked like they were coming loose.

Father and daughter walked away together, asking no permission to leave or forgiveness. Only when they were out of earshot of the gathering did Analise violate her father's order of silence and growled in a tongue not native to either of them,

"Dsinec gonha tarak tuk mah brotunistana." A curse upon your soul, blackened one." At the words, the man looked at her sharply with anger clear on his face and snarled. She knew how he felt about her using that tongue, the child whimpered in apology and lowered her ears, he nodded sharply, lesson learned.
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all the anguish you suppressed

Shadow-posted. :B This occurs before Leon's post.

So many spoke up, but Claudius was too afraid to do anything. He had been too afraid to protect his sister from the terrifying Cow and he was too afraid to protect his almost-father from these horrible, horrible intruders. He was surprised to hear how many truly enjoyed being led by Dawali. Clearly, Dawali was a good leader, for look at how many protested this unjust treatment! Claudius desperately wanted to say something, to accompany Nayati's heartfelt defense with something of his own, but he knew he would only stutter and mumble and make things worse. He was no public speaker. He still couldn't believe one of them actually spat on the ground and walked away. He didn't get far though, since after Nayati finished speaking, the guardian pounced on the one brown wolf and hauled him to the ground. Claudius stared, wide-eyed and speechless at the scene which was unfolding before him. They used fear and violence to manipulate the tribe members. Soon, they would begin enacting increasingly archaic laws and forcing compliance. Claudius didn't like where this was headed: he had read about these things so many times in his books, but he never thought it would happen here in his own home.


The worst was when Maska pointed at Dawali and demanded further explanation. Claudius stared, wondering how Dawali could say such things. He was their leader! Claudius didn't care about Achoo Achoo or what their stupid spirits said. The members of AniWaya had chosen their leader and Gerenuk didn't seem to mind Dawali either. If there was some hocus-pocus disturbance in the spirits, it seemed as though it was a fallacy. Another wolf spoke and then another. Claudius disliked them both immediately. He knew he probably brought more shame to himself by not defending Dawali's honour, despite what Dawali claimed, but it was better than pretending that he agreed. While these wolves explicitly agreed, Claudius' tacit agreement was out of necessity only. He hoped he could rationalize this as the better option.


The one question that remained was such: who was in fact the rightful leader? If Achoo Achoo was the real leader, why did it matter that Dawali led this tribe? They were different: one new and one old. And the new could not exist without a leader. If the issue was one of naming conventions, could Dawali not have simply taken a different name? As long as he did not claim the name 'Kalona,' but continued to lead, Claudius didn't understand what the difference was. These intruders were too steeped in their own traditions to see the real world and that was one thing that Claudius detested about those faithful to any beliefs.

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Perhaps it was all fantasy that everyone would've complacently obeyed. Most of the tribe were, after all, outsiders like herself, and did not intimately know the finer points of respect that were so highly valued in the Great Tribe. But alas, Ralla was right there with them; she was appalled and confused and wanted so badly to just rise up and rebel. When Leon stepped forward she made an attempt to cut him off--she knew he was going to do something--but he made his gesture, and the black wolf disabled him quickly. She stepped forward--she could see that Leon was hurting, injuries re-opening--but was stopped by his own gaze, and was overpowered by it. The black man let her friend go and, although she did not immediately go to him--Leon had his pride, as he showed fearlessly--she did give him a worried look as he passed as she grazed her hand over his shoulder.


It came away smeared with blood.


Anger for her family rose within Ralla, but she quelled it. Nayati and his sister, as well as others, stepped forward to question this Maska Ahote, only to be challenged by the Guardians and then chastised by Maska himself. It was all escalating, and right then the ranks were shaking and threatening to give way. But Dawali... To hear him admit to his 'crimes' was heart-rending, and it was only the loyalty to the red wolf that steeled her next words. "J'adore is right," Ralla said, stepping forward again. Although she no longer held any title but a pathless wolf, she felt the same about her tribe and her leader; perhaps they would listen once more before anymore blood was spilled on the sacred ground. Hopefully hearing the words from the former Councilman would spark their realization of just how severe the situation was; of how opposing Maska meant only more trouble. "If we ever cared for Dawali we would respect his words and turn to Maska." Those words rose bile in her mouth--she did not want to follow them, and hopefully the rest of the tribe could see how forced her voice and face were. "And we shame ourselves by going against what he says. With...with our leader's permission," Ralla said with an audible choke on the word 'leader', "we should all return to our homes and...reflect." Ralla did not make the rules and it was no one's place to oppose them; not as they were now. Something would be done--of that she could assure--but it wasn't the place to do so right there, where the words of the Great Tribe's chief had just been spoken through his Councilman. Everyone in the tribe had family to think of; to protect. And causing a stir or having Maska's eyes on them would not help their case, and it seemed especially dangerous with his Guardians to worry about as well. Ralla herself had need to do the same; she caught Ayasha's eye and saw that her other children were there, too, and very subtly flicked the green orbs from them to the direction of the hut so that they may escape the emotional devastation as Leon and Analise had. They would let this meeting and transgression on their family go...


Until the time came to avenge the fallen.


Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.


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OOC: *GASP* Ayasha is silent.

IC: Ayasha was standing with her siblings, watching with worried eyes as everything happened. She winced as the guardians dealt with Leon. She wanted to help him but didn’t. She did give him and Analise a nuzzle as they went by. She was confused as to what was going on. She personally was more inclined to believe Nayati rather than these newcomers. She didn’t know him but she knew Liliana. Her head whipped around to face J’adore as he appeared to support what was going on. She looked at him with confusion.

She watched her mother struggle to speak respectfully and how tight her words and face were. Ayasha could tell that Ralla didn’t agree with Maska but tried to keep everyone calm. She met her mother’s gaze and saw that she wanted them to leave. Her head nodded automatically. She wanted to stay but knew that it was better to go.

She wanted to say something but knew that if she wanted to help Dawali, she would have to keep her head low for now. She was sure that they wouldn’t hesitate to punish her with the harshest possibility. Things were changing and Ayasha was hoping to help set it right.
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Know your Place

Ohoho, the drama ;>

Eventually, they saw wisdom in listening to his words. He watched with a wry smile as they collectively reflected on their' past leader's words. He would be patient this one time, but they would soon learn that he would not discuss things with anyone but his Guardians, and more often not even with them. It seemed that they would listen, still, only if their precious 'Chief' echoed his words, but soon they would know better. Soon, they would have learnt that Dawali was wholly removed from the equation. Still, Maska had the wits to at least pretend to respect these... individuals, despite their lack of proper courtesy. "I am glad you are seeing this for what it is." he said, yellow eyes sweeping across the wolves present, lingering on the hybrid who took the name Utina, lingering on the bandaged brute. There was a lack of wisdom in this place, but a few knew well... Yellow eyes admired the form of the Amara's sister, quite impressed. How ironic it was. "This meeting is over - please leave me." he stated bluntly. A brief symbol was made with his left hand, and Nahele came to his side, taking an order by whisper in the ear. He disappeared silently, making a point of forcefully bumping his russet form into the former Chief's, where he stood in all his pity. Quickly, before they had all left, he added; "Chitsa. If you would linger, please. I wish to discuss something with you." There were few who deserved his respect in this place. A faint smile was granted this young femme, partly for her devotion to her 'tribe'.



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Hoo, creepy.

She waited, and waited and waited for someone to indicate she could leave, her anxiety rising as she silently wondered if she had said something wrong. Periwinkle eyes wandered over the somber features of all, of the angry features of some and the confusion in others still. Though the tan warrior had displayed similar sense of submission as she, she wondered if she was the only one who truly respected what was happening. Even Songan, the eldest of the three Amaras, seemed to show an unwillingness to bend to tribe law — she disapproved, and in silence blamed the doggish witch he'd become friends with for this error of judgement.

Relief washed over her as Maska dismissed the group and her pace quickened toward the Town Hall until she heard her name spoken by the Councilman. Unwilling to face punishment for discomfort, she stopped and turned, gaze confused as she studied his face — he was...smiling? At her, something she felt strange in the moment as he had just sentenced her brother to shame. He asked her to linger, he had something to speak with her about. Her wide ears lowered and she gave a nod, wondering internally what it was that he had to say. In the distance, Mongwau let loose a cry of confusion, mirroring the feelings of the Fire Tender.

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Some more Sunki & Lili PP, kick me if you need to XD 500+

One of Maska's guards quickly came face-to-face with him after he spoke his questions and doubts. The man surely thought himself quite intimidating but Nayati was not one to be cowed by raised hackles and a shouted question. His face remained stone even with the Guardian's own visage so close to his own. If he thought that the Utina would retreat back with his tail between his legs he was greatly mistaken. Before he could say a word in response to the grunt though his sister stepped forward quickly and spoke in kinder tones, yet still questioning the validity of all that was happening. Then Chitsa was beside him as well, coming to his defense, but some of what she spoke saddened him. How could she turn against Dawali, her own blood, so easily? She had to know that he could not have done the crimes these fanatic were accusing him of, didn't she? He said nothing though, and only glanced at his friend sidelong with confusion in his pale blue gaze.


The dark man stepped back then, and the female warrior stepped forward. Her words may have been smooth, but they were no more than a snake in Nayati's ears. The hunter glared her down the entire time she spoke, still seeing very little to believe in anything she said. He was not the only one originally from the Great Tribe to have gone back and forth between it and AniWaya since its inception. Asha had, and Aiyanna, and others as well. Chief Aatu had to have known before now. None of this added up in his mind and he looked at the warrior with distrust. Her last words were clearly meant as a threat, but still Nayati stood his ground. He would not be bullied by false words said by a silk tongue, or by malicious threats. Not against himself, anyway.


Then the Councilman called for silence, but his voice was not that of a leader. It was weak and it only instilled more disgust in the Utina man and not even a minor semblance of respect. He talked as if he were Kalona himself, as if he were some god who were above all of them. It infuriated Nayati, though he held his tongue. It was the words of his shrunken and defeated friend that finally struck at his heart though. Sorrow filled his eyes as he looked at Dawali. They have broken you, haven't they my friend? It was the words Chitsa spoke that injected fire back into his veins. He did not take what she spoke as she meant it—to help save him—but only as her disrespecting him and his valid concerns. Hands clenched into fists at his side and his eyes shot icicles at his childhood friend. His lip even raised to show the faintest hint of the deadly teeth hidden beneath before he turned brusquely, put a hand on Sunki's back and guided them both away.


Some more of the tribe were speaking for doing whatever the usurpers told them to do, but Nayati muffled his ears to it all. When they reached Liliana again he touched her arm and lead them all away from the meeting, his anger boiling his blood.

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J'adore moved away from the group. Collecting up his horse's reins and departing. His mind was burdened by all thes thoughts but he had already made a desiscion to just go along with it. It was safer to just keep his head low, Leon had already make mistakes, but the elder Austral would not. He had his children and his mate, others did also but each man wa to make their own desicion. J'adore found himself incredibly torn between rebelling and aiding. Ultimatly falling for the latter choice, only out of hidden cowardice. The burdened Spanish man had looked towards Dawali before leaving, his gaze quick and soft. How had the strong, peaceful tribe turned so dark in such a short amount of time. How had Dawali been dethroned so rapidly. This AniWaya was but a mere extention of the great tribe, if that. So how come whatever happened there influenced what happened here? Other packs had ties with groups outside of the area, but both of their events were uneffected by each other. Why was that not the case here? He could only wait and wonder, a sizeable amount of pain in his heart for all the turmoil.


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