Know your place [ATTN AniWayans, tribe news!]
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Know your Place

Played as if most members are present before the second paragraph.
NOTE - Posting order: Maska, Wematin, Dawali, Ralla, ANYONE.

He had requested a meeting for the entire pack, and the Amara had complied, calling the tribesmembers to meet near the Town Hall. Here, the councilman stood waiting, draped in his decorated cloak and with the three warriors at his side. Dawali and Ralla stood beside him as well, as they all waited for the tribesmembers to appear. Apparently they often met near the Great Fire, regardless of whether the situation called for such spirituality or not. It was somewhat disappointing to see how much was lacking in this Village, but he could not understand why it had not been a priority to build proper meeting grounds as soon as possible. The Village layout appeared completely random, lacking a proper structure. Still, it would have mattered little to the councilman if the Village was in compliance with the oldest of traditions: there were other more pressing matters at hand. His Guardians stood nearby and Maska maintained ey contact with Wematin. Depending on the tribe's loyalty, the meeting ahead might just give the three Guardians some work.


At last, it appeared that most had arrived, as the Amara stepped forward and appeared as if about to say something. Almost smirking, Maska lifted his hand and stepped ahead of the Amara, clearing his throat loudly. "AniWayans," he began, feeling slightly uneasy as he named the mixed lot with such a title. "My name is Maska Ahote. I've been sent by the Chief of the Great Tribe, this tribe's origins and the birthplace of many of your fellows." His gaze lingered on the faces that were somewhat familiar to him. There was Nayati Utina, at least. And some who appeared to be the Amara's family. "I'm afraid your Chief has lied to you." Arms were calm along his sides, fingers folded around the edges of his cloak as he spoke, but he did glance to the Amara, lifting his cloak ever so slightly in his direction. "He has no claim to the rank of Chief, and it is against AniWayan practice that he holds the rank. AniWaya's true Chief is Achak Aatu, and he has sent me here to assume this one's place." Turning towards the two ex-leaders of the tribe, now, he continued without hesitation. "All Masters of the tribe are to return their relics to the Town Hall immediately, as it is not up to the unworthy to appoint Masters or handle sacred relics. Ralla: you are ranked Itse, at the request of your friend. You have done little wrong but being loyal and follwing your leader, and we respect that." Maska paused, reading the uneasiness on the two wolves' faces. "Dawali Amara, you are to hold the rank of Itawamba. You will relinquish the Town Hall to me and my Guardians. Anyone found to be sheltering him," he said, turning now to the "AniWayans". "—will be punished. He is not to be aided. Consider his life spared for his dedication, though he is guilty of treason." Waiting, the much younger male stared at the Amara, expecting the next step. Those who held the rank of Itawamba were the shame of the tribe, to be spat on by anyone, and could never shift to the two-legged form unless with explicit permission.


"These are actions not ordered by me, not ordered by Chief Aatu, but dictated by AniWayan law. Your former Chief is well aware of how they work, and he must face this punishment for his actions." Pausing, there was little left to say. He would not linger long to answer their little questions. "Until this tribe has a proper Chief, consider me your leader". Well, that was it, wasn't it? This should be interesting.


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OOC: Note--Keme is Wematin's grizzly spirit guide, and Shadi is another Guardian (adoptable! >:O) There is another adoptable Guardian, Nahele, listed in Maska's profile :3

The meeting last night had been quite a shock to the branch tribe leaders, he had seen. Their faces were those of worry and disbelief, but he did not care. Maska had named them inadequate, and Maska's word was law. The arrangements had been made the night before to bring about the new order of things, and Maska had covertly instructed Wematin on what might be needed doing; obedience and order at the very top of the list. Wematin had been silent as he accepted, and he knew, as he watched the gathering crowd, that no one could oppose him as an equal. There might be one of two of them that were miraculously taller or sturdier than he, but underestimating the black-cloaked man would be a grave, grave mistake. He caught Maska's eye and, instead of respectfully turning away, held the stare, aware of the signal being passed by his master. Things were about to get dicey.

Wematin saw how the previous chief--Dawali, was it?--attempted to call his former tribe to order, but his master did it for him, and he heard Shadi snicker behind him. The grey wolfess was a very tough sort of Guardian, but he did not understand her enjoyment in the goings-ons of their master's actions. To him there was no enjoyment or pain in his work; it was honorable enough that he serve a councilman, and following his path would earn him the right to run with the ancestors. He saw no other need than this. Wematin did not care for the frivolities of Maska's speech, but understood how he and the Guardians would play into their role. The relics are not to be touched. Wematin would see to it that a guard--at the very least Keme--would watch over where the relics were kept. Despite their place so far from the Great Tribe, they were relics, nonetheless. Dawali is to be treated as Itawamba. As Maska said; no one may shelter him or aid him, and those found doing so would be punished. How severely...would depend on how his master wished to carry out his role. As the black man stood stoic as stone, he ordered the needed changes in his mind, and would dutifully set his comrades to work after the meeting to do so; the laws here were obviously...warped.

His master finished the speech and began to leave. Having much to do, Wematin then signaled Nahele to follow him--one Guardian, at least, was always shadowing their master--before stepping forward to not only ensure Dawali shifted as was necessary of his new rank, but also to watch the reactions of the tribe. Order would be kept.

Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.
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He had been perfectly civil. Awkward, but perfectly civil. The councilman, he knew their family, he knew their seal. Anyone would bow to an Ahote, and Dawali did. The meeting had gone well, as far as Dawali had understood things, Maska would assume leadership, but not alone. And so what should have been the announcement of a simple addition to their ranks became a surprise to all members attending, Dawali included. As Maska brushed ahead of him and addressed his tribe as if it were no longer his to speak to, the red wolf found himself shrinking and cringing under the gaze of the Guardians. Did the female snicker at him? Perhaps. His eyes were fixed on Maska, and as he dropped his first bombshell, Dawali's jaw dropped. He'd lied? Still gaping, but attempting to collect himself, Dawali found that his spine straightened in defiance for every word the sickly male uttered, but quick glances to the Guardians stopped him from rushing forward to stop him from talking. Had Chief Aatu ordered this? He could not believe it, what of Nayati and Liliana's good news when returning from the Great Tribe? The Chief had seemed friendly enough, they'd said. Was he that cunning and cruel? It would appear so, and as Maska stripped his friends - and family, really - of their ranks, his posture, his ears and tail dropped miserably in shame. Gvihita took off from atop his shoulder, just as the final remnant of confidence disappeared from his form.


Finally, the male faced him and sentenced him to the Itawamba rank, waiting pointedly for a reaction. Treason. Dawali, having donned the Ookah's pelt that day, undid its knot and handed it to the closer Guardian, "Shadi". The silence was heavy. He could have sentenced you to death. The word humiliation did not begin to describe how he felt that moment. It was not Maska who was deceitful; Dawali was the deceiver. Dawali had known all along that he could not claim his title; Gvihita had known, Ayegali had known. They had all known but no one had questioned, and here was Maska to unveil his lie. In silence, he began to shift, and was left standing in that unfamiliar form as Maska continued talking, not even bothering to look at the former Chief as he assumed his rank, alone under the eyes of everyone.


He could meet the eyes of no-one, and he would leave the meeting last. He knew this rank, although he had never had it before. There was some relief in his mind that this was not the Great Tribe, for there he would certainly have faced a beating. Here... perhaps not. He would say nothing, and he would do as councilman Ahote bid him, for there was little else he could do but ask forgiveness from the family he had betrayed. He should have known the spirits would never have chosen someone like him to be Chief. He should have known.

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Ralla's emotions jumble too much >_> (Nootau: Visible)

Ralla had not known a bit of what was going on when the strangers had come. All she had known was that she was scared. And not for herself--no, far from it--she was scared what the newcomers meant for the tribe. She followed Dawali's lead--civility and deference to this man called Maska Ahote--and yet...there had been a feeling about him she couldn't shake, and she refused to trust him. With every deference Dawali had shown and she copied, her mind repelled any attempt to trust the man's words. They were poison. She had told Dawali as much after they had left the man and his group for the night, but she didn't know how to act on it further. According to Dawali, this man was powerful back in the Great Tribe, and her understanding of the Great Tribe's inner workings was so limited.


And then she was proven right by his...display. By instinct--that which was ingrained into all wolves when it came to rank--she held her tongue throughout Maska's speech, appalled as she was by what she was hearing. Doing otherwise would've been a direct challenge, and shameful on her part. She could see that Dawali was having trouble faring the words as well, and had those other three--the Guardians--not been standing there she would've helped the red man confront Maska directly. Nootau stood off to the side, watching, and she felt no emotion-colors in her mind from the spirit guide; it was unnerving. Her sudden drop back to Itse shocked her, of course, but it did not concern her as greatly as the others did--the seemingly kind words of Maska were like stings of a wasp. Despite her being relieved of duty, she still worried for the tribe, and could see through this grey man; this manipulative man from the Great Tribe. With a wince Ralla watched as Dawali handed over the pelt that spoke of his Master rank, although it symbolized far more. She did not have her own relic with her at the moment, but her ears went back and her posture adopted that of a compliant Itse, as was proper. To be clear, she only did this in Dawali's example; if he did not fight, it was not her place to challenge the man either. Maska's words...they were hollow to Ralla. Dawali is our chief! He's led us true and well, and then you...! She did not care what this man said of Dawali's 'treason'; she had never known Dawali to do any such thing. But the way Dawali was... She looked at him again, in his lupus form, but looked away. Their tribe had never had an Itawamba before, but she knew the conditions of the rank. She refused to treat Dawali so, and would thus pretend he did not exist in front of these newcomers. She did not see the sadness in the man's eyes, but she knew it was there.


It was then that Ralla looked out to the tribe and pleaded with her eyes that they walk away and not resist. Doing so would only end badly for them--the black Guardian had stepped forward and was giving them all a sharp look of commandment--and she hoped that perhaps they would follow her example and just...walk away. What else were they supposed to do?


Their Chief had fallen.


Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.


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Though the call had come from Dawali as she worked to bundle firewood, it was not Dawali who spoke first. Like others, she gathered near the Great Fire, watching and listening and remaining cautious and uneasy as the Councilman spoke to the Tribe. Maska Ahote was family to the Chieftan, and it was with respect that she gave him audience — he was from her home, come with his Guardians for some unknown reason. This reason was quickly set to light.

Dawali had lied. Dawali had lied, and though she should have known, she had not desired to see the truth. A hand rose to cover her jaws, an attempt to stifle a vague sensation of emotional pain as her brother was ostracized before the entire tribe at the behest of their usurping Kalona. Masters were removed, appointed by unworthy hands. Dawali was titled Itawamba. Chitsa knew she should have felt sympathy for him, but he had done wrong in so many ways — claiming the title he should not have had and showing poor judgement over his council choice. There was no sympathy in her heart as her brother was forced to four legs, for it was his punishment for doing wrong, but there was vague concern — he was old and had been ill, and his condition was all that worried his youngest sister.

Among the concerns of the Gata Hineyu was the seizure of the Town Hall to the Guardians and Maska — this was where she had lived with Dawali and their niece, and there was no other home she held within the borders of AniWaya. She did not mind sleeping under the stars during the warm season, but as the air turned cold it was a horrid place to reside. Still, silence remained as she wondered if addressing the situation with their new Kalona would be worth the effort. His words, the words of the Great Tribe and the Chief and all she had been raised to respect, were not to be questioned.

Her legs carried her closer, periwinkle eyes traveling over the Guardians in turn before resting on Maska's green-marked face. The only lingered a moment before averting to his chest, unwilling to be judged alongside her brother. She never turned her eyes to Dawali as her fingers combed uncomfortably through feather-laced locks.

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There was something up. Ayasha could tell. She wasn’t sure what yet but it was troubling her mother. Her mother had come home after the coming of the four strangers visibly shaken. Her siblings could tell as well. But Ralla wouldn’t tell her what was wrong.

So when the call from Dawali came, she followed after her mother, herding her siblings with her. She inspected the newcomers and immediately had her defenses up. Even though the adults seemed to respect them, there was something about them that she feared.

And then the news came. Dawali was no longer Chief. And her mother, Liliana, and Nayati were all Itse. Plus, Dawali was Itawamba. Dawali had lied? She had never heard of this “Achak Aatu.” She couldn’t really believe it. She looked over at Ralla and saw that her mother seemed to think that there was something wrong.

They were apparently supposed to leave and not look at Dawali. She gave a quiet growl. There had to be something that could be done. But she also knew that this was not the place to do so. But she vowed that she would get Dawali back to his rightful place. As the AniWaya chief.
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J'adore had arrive just as the newcomer had started speaking. He was no in any current state to be meeting with them formally, his hair was a mess and he smelt like horses, but either way he had shown up, horses beside him. It was his duty as an AniWayan. Although he had sympathy with the Kalona: no, although he had sympathy with Dawali, he had to bit his tongue and go along with everything. After all it would all be okay, this Maska guy obviously knew what he was doing, J'adore would have nothing to do with the Itawamba, even though hewished deep in his heart to aid him. J'adore knew his family and the tribe came first. He gave a soft smile towards Ralla, after all she was family and she had done no wrong. He felt sorry for her, a single mother. She had been mated before, when the pups were born, but he had left and Ralla had been shameful in the spirits eyes.


A soft flapping sound came from above, Ptitsa, now invisible hovered for a moment before sailing down onto J'adore's shoulder. 'You have troubling thoughts?' she queried, touching her beak to the Spaniard's cheek. He nodded in response. Ptitsa said nothing more. The two horses behind him, Vasquera and Luz were silent as the picked up on the frosty atmosphere within the tribe, equine orbs watching their master.


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all the anguish you suppressed

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Claudius did not understand. About what did Dawali lie? How could he not have the 'right' to be a Chief and why would it even matter? Claudius knew that there was a 'great tribe' from which AniWaya originated, but who cared if Dawali was not the 'rightful' leader when he had been leader for so long and done so much? Claudius just couldn't understand why any of this mattered or why this wolf, Maska, seemed to think it did. From what his mother had explained, the original tribe had tried to flee and seek refuge in 'Souls due to persecution. Other wolves had scorned their ways and treated them so poorly that they had decided enough was enough and set out to find their new world. So why was this wolf doing the same thing to this tribe? Claudius couldn't figure it out, for they had never harmed anyone nor had they claimed to be anything more than they were.


Certainly this Aacha Aacha fellow was the 'true' Chief, but what did it matter if this AniWaya had been set up in the original tribe's image? They were family-tribes and he didn't understand this sort of persecution. He felt positively sicked and horrible and he didn't want to cry because he knew what he was feeling now was anger, but still felt so full of emotions that he didn't know what to do. He knew that he detested this Maska Ahote fellow and the sadness and shame he brought to Dawali and the Amara name. Claudius clamped his jaws shut, knowing that speaking out would do him no good. If this Maska fellow thought he was the boss around here, he could see that he would be punished just like Dawali had if he had stepped out of line.


When Claudius glanced over his shoulder, he was startled to see Gerenuk standing close to him, his wide eyes even wider than normal. Claudius didn't think Gerenuk was visible to anyone else, since he was making rather rude motions with his behind at Maska. Claudius tried not to snigger and for a moment, he felt a little better knowing Gerenuk thought Maska was a tool, too.

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Mizu heard arrived just after the man started talking. She didn't really understand what was going on... But she would have to go along with it. She spotted her mate and walked over to him. She held onto his hand gently with her dainty little ones. She wanted to ask a question but held it in. Dawali had led them right? and had been a darn good leader. There was absoultuely nothing wrong with the tribe as she saw it. Whatever, the AniWayan laws prohibited this, then whatever. This was her new home, her last home that she would have and she didn't want to do anything to get introuble.

She would go along with all of this and everything would be okay. The man standing up there talking seemed to know what he was talking about, but that didn't make her feel any less confused. Dawali was a good leader, and now his rank had been lowered. And Ralla's too! She tried to catch Ralla's eye. She loved the female. She was like family to the white girl. She furrowed her brow and cocked her head while looking at Ralla.
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Leon be causing dramaas 2+

As soon as he and his daughter arrived in the brilliant shadow of the great fire the Austral man could sense that something was deeply wrong. Standing in Dawali's place as adresser of the tribe was a male he had never seen before, the chief in question was standing behind him as though he was no longer in charge. This disrespect by whomever the grey male was made the Spaniard's fur prickle and stand up n end. He had no idea who these people were but he did not like them one bit. Analise clung onto the fur of his leg peering at the newcomers every bit as suspiciously as her father and the duo came to a stop next to Ralla. He could see that she was just as worried as he was.

The Austral man was still wrapped up in his bandages and the scent of blood lingered around him ever present, it had been a struggle for him to even get here, hauling himself from his home where he had been resting. He then listened with complete disbelief and anger plain on his face as some high and mighty suit from the Great Tribe, vilified his leader to his face and demoted masters who honestly deserved thier titles. He felt Ralla's shock hit him like a tidal wave and took an angry step forwards as the so called 'new leader' turned to walk away from them all, but saw Ralla's face as he did so and brought himself up short. Glaring at the four intruders with angry eyes, his step forwards had brought him out of the line of Aniwaya members and singled him out, he snorted and spat at the ground, muttering curse words in spanish. As far as he was concerned, this grey imposter before him was no chief and the Austral man did not care if his disrespect had him demoted or exiled, he offered no lowering of his ears or tail to the fake usurper.

An angry snarl and he turned on his heels, stalking away from the situation with his tail held high and his ears forwards, his daughter followed in his wake.
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As he and his family made their way to the Town Hall there was an uneasy feeling in the pit of the man's stomach. His face was stony and the large puma walked beside him with an equally void demeanor, the only sign of her true feels displayed by the tip of her tail twitching back and forth in silent aggravation. When they reached the gathered tribe the sight that met him only seemed to confirm his misgivings. Maska Ahote. If he were here, it was not for any good reason. The Ahote family was greatly respected in the Great Tribe, but there was a fanatical fervor he had always seen in this one's eyes that lead the Utina to dislike him. Warriors were with him as well, and Dawali and Ralla seemed nervous. Nayati clenched his jaw, glad that Lili and his sister held his children at the moment and not himself—all gentleness had fled the hunter.


Dawali, his friend, his leader, moved to speak and was cut off by the councilmember and the Gadui Kanati's hackles began to rise. He did not like any of this one bit and it only got worse when the Ahote opened his maw to speak. Pale sky eyes flashed as insults were thrown against Dawali. Maska named him a liar and a traitor. Quick as a swift wind from the north, all Master were stripped of their ranks. The worst came when their Kalona was named Itawamba. Nayati's strong hands clenched into fists at his side and it took all his strength to hold his tongue. He knew the laws and customs of his tribe, but this was not right. If the Chief had had an issue with Dawali's claim, why wait so long to contest it? Why send this young fanatic to do his work?


And then no one said a word. The Utina could take no more and finally stepped forward, hard gaze looking upon their new imposed leader. "I was back in the Great Tribe not long ago, Maska. I had an audience with Chief Aatu and he said nothing of such transgressions. I heard the Chief with my own two ears, and none of this did he speak of." In the back of his head he knew this was unwise, but this bitter draught he could not swallow in silent obedience.

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Like all strangers to the Great Tribe there were those who were angry and those who were unwise. One who was both stepped forward--even stranger was that he appeared heavily injured--and he quite blatantly spat on the ground to where Maska had once been. Such an act was both insulting and insubordinate, so Wematin set quickly to his work. This brown wolf would be made a quick example of, although by code he would not injure the man. Instead, he twisted the other man's arm--quick as lightning--and forced him to the ground where he had spat. The black wolf glared right into the injured one's eyes, sending out all his intimidation to strike fear and obedience to the other as he twisted the arm, which no doubt sent pain through his nerves. The white wolfess stepped forward to where they were but stopped herself short, unsure of how to intervene without causing more trouble. She only looked at him in a silent plea, but knew she had no more power. Well enough, it was a lesson in humility for the both of them, and a lesson of where their new places were. It was a lesson that all wolves should obey their new ranks, but even as he let the man go--he was an example, not a criminal...yet--another stepped forward.


This one was from the Great Tribe--an Utina, it appeared--but Wematin went forth as if he were any other transgressor of rank. However, the Utina did nothing but ask a question, and so he only stood directly in front of the other man, a mere foot away, and held his hackles up high. It was not his place to answer these questions, but he did issue his own threat. "You dare call Maska Ahote, Councilman of the Great Tribe, a liar?" Behind him, Shadi had also stepped forward to guard Wematin's flank should anyone else step forward, and both Guardians were radiating their strongest fighter pheromone. The accusation was strong, and should the Utina not back down from it he was faced with treason against his new leader; Maska's word was law.


Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.


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whoa

Una said nothing as she trailed beside the curvacious woman, not even minding the puma strolling with their party. The usually complacent and calm doe gave off a feel of foreboding. Clearly she was not happy with what was going on. Sunki walked behind her brother and his brother's mate, holding onto their son, her first nephew, in her arms. He seemed unaware of the greatness of the situation and was half dozing in her cradling arms. Lucky child, to be so unaware. He was fortunate, for he would be just as angry as his family if he knew truly what he was hearing.


Sunki remembered this man, boy, whatever he was. She remembered him and agreed with her brother's dislike of him. Though she never disliked him more than was wary of his ways and his thoughts. But now he was here, kicking off the Kalona who was known to be reliable and strong and kind with his tribe. How could she feel anything but shock? Shock and disgust? Her face was twisted slightly in the surprise she felt. What crimes? Things had seemed fine when she arrived and Nayati and Liliana never said a thing about this. Even Aatu was never like this. This made no sense.


But when her brother confronted the man, and the grunts reacted, the woman clasped her nephew tightly to her chest. Before he could speak, she stepped up beside. "He is not saying that. I have to agree, I lived there all my life and never, never was there any doubt from Aatu. Dawali has been Kalona so long, surely something would have been done sooner! From what my brother has said, he has served well here, and has done nothing wrong." Her brother may have wanted to push her back, but she was not of the mind to be silenced. Her tone was patient, but pleading. Even Una leaned against her leg as she held onto her brother's first son.


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She cared little about the opinions of those who did not hail from the Great Tribe, so when one spoke up she ignored him. She ignored the physical retribution he received for his words. She ignored how another tried to help him. The Guardians were in their right to punish those who stepped out of line. Her short time within this smaller Tribe had not caused her to have the same sense of loyalty to Dawali as a Kalona as it had clearly caused in others — Dawali was her brother, and an elder to her, but that was as far as she would allow her respect to now go. Maska was right. He had to be. Achak Aatu was the Chief of AniWaya, and she was an AniWayan underneath of him.

It wasn't until Nayati spoke that she felt concern. Her legs carried her over to the group quickly, allowing Sunki to speak before she herself voice opinion. She trusted Maska — though he was radical in his ideas, she appreciated a tie to tradition — but she knew Nayati to be honest. Periwinkle eyes averted from the Guardians out of respect, fingers combing through decorated locks as she tried to form words. "Nayati means no disrespect, Galonv Adagatiya. I do not disagree with Councilman Maska, and I do not question Chief Aatu — my brother was wrong. He's shown poor judgement. But Sunki's question has merit, why was nothing done sooner? This should have been stopped long before." Perhaps her words were blasphemous to the members of the smaller Tribe, but she could not ignore how simply wrong it was. Until Chief Aatu said otherwise, she was sure her mind would remain the same.

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INTENSE! XD


It seemed as if the Utina's confrontation sparked the bravery of others from the Great Tribe in tandem, although the threat of treason was assuaged by the apologies given by another Utina and an Amara--probably more so by the Amara, since it took loyalty to the Great Tribe for her to speak for Chief Aatu and against her own brother, as he had gathered previously. Instead of speaking himself, Shadi stepped forward after being given a nod from the great black wolf. The grey female answered them instead.


"It's all as Maska said," she began, her hackles never lowering until the others did. She, like Wematin, was dominant above these other AniWayans, as she was a part of the Galonv Adagatiya, who only answered to the Chief of the Great Tribe and those he ordered them to obey. They were the Raven Guardians; the Shadow Warriors; and they would assert themselves as such. "Dawali Amara was never chosen by the spirits and assumed the title of Kalona without preamble. To do such a thing is treasonous in itself, and warrants his punishment without any further need of explanation. It wasn't until recently that Chief Aatu received knowledge of the situation's true severity, and thus has taken him so long to act." The woman's deep but smooth voice was eloquent, as Wematin knew it was, and he drew himself upward in affirmation of her words. "We of the Great Tribe are a great distance away, and it was only recently that the spirits felt a disturbance in the balance--a sign that Dawali had overstepped his bounds of going from a temporary leader to assuming the leadership that was not rightfully his. Thus Chief Aatu sent Maska here to remedy the situation. And I can promise you, Shadi said with a lower tone, "that all transgressions will be remedied."


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Just a quick note here, italics are thoughts, not him actually saying that part. / Points: 5

Songan had been waiting a bit before with the other AniWayans, wondering what all the commotion was about. Sanuye was with him as he waited and gazed his head up towards the gray newcomer with the green markings. He recognized the male and knew the family he belonged to. Since he spent more time in the Great Tribe, and got to learn about the Ahote family a bit more than he wanted to. The sight of him being here could not have been a good thing. He began to step forward and speak. His words were pieced right through the old man’s heart. His brother had lied about the rank of Chief? His gaze had moved over to his brother as a frown formed on his father, though it hit Sanuye as well. She had been in AniWaya longer than he had and always spoke kind words of his brother. He returned his gaze back up to the Ahote as he stripped the masters of their ranks and demoted Dawali to the Itawamba rank. He could understand wanting to punish his brother, but why remove the masters who had worked so hard to gain their positions. He began to growl lowly as the gray man began to leave. He would not believe that the new chief of the Great Tribe would be so cold hearted to do this to the people of Aniwaya.


Songan gazed around as the silence fell among the AniWayan members, all of them trying to decide whether or not to forgive his brother, or to turn against him and follow this new leader. There was a bit of an uproar from a brown man, and the white wolf with blue markings spoke out against the Ahote man. Sanuye began to growl, eager to join in the argument and stand by Dawali. The male gently covered her mouth and held her as he shook his head. He spoke in whisper softly into her ear. ”Now is not the time. You will only make things worse.” What came as a surprise to the man was his sister’s reaction to everything. She turned against her own brother and began to follow the Ahote. Chitsa… you would turn your back on our family…? He would hold no grudge against his brother and could forgive him for being wronged. It was not in his nature to feel hate and turn away from family.


Songan stayed behind even as the other members would begin to leave. He even asked Sanuye to return home and that he would be back shortly. Sanuye nodded and began to head back to Songan’s home. It would help her to get some rest so she would not feel so much anger anymore. As it was coming down to the last members leaving, he stepped over towards his brother. He kneeled down as he tried to get his brother to look at him. He was having no such luck. His ears fell as he began to speak. ”Brother, I will not turn my back on you. You are my family and you are welcome to stay with me and Sanuye if you wish.” He then fell silent as he would wait by his brother for a little while before heading back home, looking back to see if his brother would come with him.

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Know your Place

Ohoho, the drama ;>

He waited as silence fell after his initial speech, and very nearly grinned as a bandage-clothed male stepped too far and was made an example of. He smiled not from malice, but amusement; the idiocy was hilarious. Who would defend a traitor? Who would defend the Itawamba? Their precious "Chief" was to be spat on. Still, the members surprised him. Immediately, they addressed him by his first name; had they no manners? Was he of no rank to them, had he not made himself clear? At the very least, he would have expected them to use his surname, or some level of formality. Eventually, he grew impatient with them. Were there no end to their silly arguments? They dared question him, even those who knew his' family's seal, after his Guardians' attempt to silence them? "Silence!" he bellowed, his voice clearly audible over the members' discussion, yet somehow frail or little in comparison to that of their former Chief. "You should know better—" he began, glaring in turn to the overly eager talkers in the crowd. The Utinas, even! Only Chitsa appeared to be humbly polite, despite speaking directly to him. "—than to address me at all. I have come to liberate you from the unjust lies of this traitor, and you thank me with naming me a liar?" one finger pointed to Dawali who had remained in his original place, shrunk down now to a fragment of his usual size. "Chief Aatu is a righteous wolf. He learned of this treachery, and he has sent me to correct this tribe from its straying ways. Perhaps that one—" he said now, pointing again to Dawali. "—can explain to your feeble minds how this works."


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He had shrunk. Usually so tall, the view was quite different from here. Everywhere were towering figures, and while Dawali paid attention to what was going on, his mind played for a moment with the thought of his most recent experience in this form. He had no memories of it. He had shifted a few times, he knew, but he could not remember this view — it was simply too many years ago. It was the strangest feeling, but it drowned in the shame and pity he felt right then.


The red wolf reacted with nothing at Leon's act of loyalty and Nayati's heated questions, looking away as they displayed their doubt and mistrust with their entire beings. Had he been someone else he might have felt pride in them, affection, but they caused him more pain with their actions. He felt as if he could not feel more shame, look more shamed, with his dropped ears and bent posture, until his sister spoke. That moment he sunk, and he stayed there now, in another place than the rest of them. He knew her words were true, but he would have hoped for affectionate glance from this baby sister he had raised almost alongside his daughters. Worst, he could do nothing to help himself or right her words, or right his wrongs. Coldly, he stared at the unfurling situation, listening to the words from a great distance. Gvihita clicked her beak disapprovingly and screeched at them all, the loyal and the indifferent, but no sound came; she was as invisible and inaudible to them as Dawali ought to be. Finally, Maska tired from their quarreling and demanded him to explain his shame to his "people".


He cleared his throat awkwardly, glancing barely at the nearby Guardian, Shadi. "Listen to Maska." he began, intent on keeping it short. "I have done you wrong, and he is a kind wolf to spare my life. I am not worthy of your loyalty, nor do I want it. You pain me in disrespecting him." His gaze was downcast as he spoke, though he spoke very clearly. Finishing, he swallowed, and though he felt the need to straighten his neck to inject strength into his words, he dared not; it could be seen as an attempt to re-gain even just a hint of authority. He looked as beaten as he felt; like a deep, long sigh of renunciation.


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Boop as Chitsa tries to leave.

The Guardian corrected them, and she listened. The reasoning made sense. She was contented with the answer, prepared to collect her personal affects from the Town Hall, when Maska himself spoke again to them. Her ears lowered anxiously as he chastised the group, and she felt a faint twist of shame in herself for having done as he said she had — it was true, she'd spoken out of turn, and while she might not have cared on a normal day, this occasion was a somber one and one she could not bring herself to be bold during. Maska demanded Dawali to speak, and he did, and she was not surprised to hear his words. While she knew he had been wrong, she loved him as she loved all of her family, and to hear him speak of worth was painful. She couldn't turn her eyes to him to offer any comfort. All she could do was step away from the group, prepared to leave as it was the most useful thing in that moment.

"You hurt us all by disrespecting them; Nayati...you know better. I'm disappointed that you've forgotten so quickly what it is to be a member of the Tribe." She could say nothing about those who had not lived within the Great Tribe, but Nayati was her closest friend, almost a brother in his own right, and she found herself with a need to ensure he did not suffer the fate Dawali did. Eyes remaining down, she opened her mouth to address Maska and his Guardians again, voice trembling with each new word. "I apologize for having to leave, but if you are to be staying in the Town Hall, I must go collect my things and those of my niece." It was as much a question of permission as a chance to get away from what unpleasantness was surrounding them.

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OOC here!


The Spaniard nodded as his pack members spoke. Dawali was right, now was not the time to start acting irrationally. J'adore stepped forward, his head low, more out of awkwardness than anything else, until he stood in line with the others. 'He is right' he started, gesturing to the once great chief, 'If we all wish to see this through in the most efficient and the least painful way, we need to abide by these rules',whether we agree or not... 'I'm sure everything will become clearer over time'. The golden male frowned, more to himself than anything else, it almost sounded as if he was supporting the demotions. He was not, only keeping low and letting the situation sort itself out. After all there was nothing he himself could do to help, aside from what Dawali had proposed, and if the tribesmembers cared for him truthfull, they would follow his, and Maska's, requests.


He hoped he had not been speaking out of term, but he didn't want to see his friends end up exiled or worse. Although he was not a Great Tribe AniWayan, he was Nova Scotia AniWayan and that had given him some insight into the ways of the larger cult, even though it seemed that this newer grouping had been labled corrupt for some time now.


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