A thousand to one, A million to two.
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OOC: alaki

Panda had finally gotten out of her den, because she was feeling good enough to go out in the open and collect some herbs that she needed to collect for her clients that would be sleeping in her extra room. She yawned lightly as she was collecting the necessary herbs to add to her collection back in her cave, and she walked along, looking at the ground as she did so. She noticed that a lot of the herbs she had been finding were withered and old, and they would be of no use to the woman when they were in such a condition. She was sad that it was getting to be around that time of the year, but she was also very excited for the winter, for the woman was always a woman of the snow. She could not wait for the snow, for winter was her favorite season because she liked to snuggle under the covers with her lover, and her feline friends.


She could feel the winter that would be coming on the air, for it had been getting particularly colder. She had noticed that the leaves were changing colors and things were starting to die out. She had been distressed about the plants dying but not the fact that winter was right around the corner. She had enough furs to keep her and Venom warm as well as Junior and Octopus, Vitani even. She also had enough pot from her harvest to get her through the winter, though she was unsure about if she would be able to help the older woman get through the winter on the same amount of marijuana she had. That reminded her that Panda was uncomfortable with leaving the older woman on the outside of Anathema, while she would not pressure the woman into joining the pack, she would not stand for letting her live outside Anathema. She would pull whatever strings she needed to so that the collie woman would be welcome onto Anathema packlands. Zera'im could even sleep in the same cave as Panda because of the fact that she had an extra room that she normally used for her clients, but she could always put those beings in the guest rooms rather than in her own room. Zera'im was more important than the clients afterall. The shaman woman just felt important to Panda, and she had grown weirdly attached and protective of the woman.


She was busy thinking about the woman before she had come upon a good looking herb that she wanted to pick and just when she had bent down to pick it, a white blur had shot across her sight, stealing the herb right out of her grasp. Panda blinked like she did not believe what just happened and she looked to the sky to see a white crow flying away with her herb. HEY! GIT BACK HERE! she yelled at it as she lifted her satchel and staff so that she could run after the bird. She was quick, but the bird was quicker, and she even tried to squawk at the bird but it would not answer her. She growled as she followed the bird straight to the caves of Anathema, and then it flew into the room of the new Rakeeb. She huffed and moved into the Rakeeb's living room and she stared at the bird whom had stolen her herb. I would appreciate it if that bird gave that herb back to me. I kinda need it and that was the only good one that I found today. she spoke to whoever was listening as she slowly approached the young bird whom was sitting in a perch.

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WC:455+ - OOC blah would go here

He shifted his weight, sinking further into the poorly fixed up sofa, his body stretched out along it's length and his paws dangling of the edge. Over his face an open book was placed, each page of the book contained ideas, plans and notes to self, anything the male felt the need to write down so that he did not forget. Sometimes, writing matters down helped him think things through more clearly, organise his thoughts and notice things in his not so great plans that he may have never noticed before. After having doodled down some plan ideas for the new conversion and restoration project of the sawmill, he'd fallen asleep; pens and such scattered nearby on the floor and the book thus ending up coving his sleeping face. Curled up upon his stomach was Miwa, the girl a near spitting image of him and very much already mimicking her father's habits; such as making a mess and conveniently falling asleep before tidying up, the child's random toys and objects she had collected were spread out amongst her fathers equipment on the floor too.


Wings beating nearby awoke him, his ear twitching with annoyance at one of the birds waking him up; as much as training a bunch of crows to be sentinels sounded like a good idea, living with the pests was far from the males idea of fun. Beyaz on his own was a pain in the arse; now he had somehow ended up with six crows, some of the younger ones already showing signs of their father's usual disobedience. Groaning he blinked a few times, “Hanarete iku, watashi wa nemuru koto o... Wazuka... five more minutes” he grumbled, the words slurring towards then and making little sense, changing from Japanese to English. Following the sound of wings, footsteps and someone entering his home had his eyes open, the book falling to the floor from his face and clattering down, landing open amongst everything else. Easing himself up into a seated position, he plucked the sleeping child up by her scruff and dumped her to the side of him on the sofa, the child remaining deeply asleep throughout all of this. Before he could ask what the hell was going on, the black and white coated female explained the situation and he looked at the white criminal; surprisingly, it wasn't Beyaz, but one of the pests offspring. Staring at the bird, he move his arm forward, palm open, “Drop it” he said to the bird, the crow instantly coming over and obeying the order.


With the herb in his outstretched hand, he looked up to the female. “Your herb. Sorry 'bout that, the younger ones like to annoy others when they get bored”.

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Word Count → 399 :: Sorry for forgetting this thread. I durped. I added it to both of my post logs so it's not like i'll forget again.

Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.

The Rakeeb was in, of course. Panda was apprehensive of the man, for she did not know him, personality wise, which had caused her to be slightly guarded, something that was not common for her when she was in the presence of Venom, but when she was alone, she had more sense to be on guard because she was fending for herself. She trusted that her Angela made a good decision when deciding to promote the male to Rakeeb, or at least she hoped that the Angela was not just promoting him because she liked him. Not only was the male not the best looking of them but as far as she knew, he was a big fat homosexual since he had been mated to the other Furcas, so it wasn't like Panda had much to go on when thinking about how this male so desirable to the Angela. Maybe she would find out by this meeting, or maybe she would end up even more perplexed than she already was. She looked at him sideways though, her brown eyes untrusting of the Rakeeb. He had not proven himself to her, so of course she was apprehensive.


He had commanded that the bird give him the herb, and she had seen the bird pay close attention to him. She felt jealous that she could speak low speech to it and it didn't listen to her but when he spoke in high speech to it, it had no problem paying attention. She gritted her teeth lightly and then the male held out the herb to her. She nodded her head and took the herb. Thanks, sir. she spoke to him, and then felt the need to introduce herself. My name is Panda Behr, Furcas of Anathema. I used to live close to you and your mate before you moved to this room the woman spoke, nodding her head, even though she knew that he knew what rank she was, for it was his job. How many of those crows ya' got? she asked, wondering how many he owned, because she was oh so interested in having one for herself. Her sudden curiosity about the birds came upon her because she noticed that there was more than one bird that the one whom stole her herb was hanging with now. They were all really pretty and she did really like the white one.


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WC:000+ - OOC STUFF BE HERE

Looking upon the strangely coloured female he could not put a name to her face, having isolated himself to his training and duties he hardly ever got around to speaking and spending time with the other members, which was slowly now changing. As the Rakeeb, he felt he needed to spend more time with the members of the pack; although Naniko had informed most his promotion, the meeting may have been the first time so members had even seen him and so he wanted to show others that the Angela's trust and choice of him was not mistaken; that he was more than capable of the job he had been assigned and that he would not let the pack down. Such thoughts were easy, but doing so wasn't as such.


After having spent so much time with Beyaz, he had found crows as unique company for they could speak high speech in a broken manner, as well as understand enough of what he was saying that he didn't have to resort to low speech often. It's not that he couldn't speak low speech, it's just that he was as stubborn as the crows themselves; although they could use limited high speech, they choose not to, so he simply treated them the same way. Watching the female he noted her gritted teeth and wondered about what had caused such a reaction from her, but choose not to comment on it, instead he simply responded to her words. “Ah, I guess nice to finally meet you then Panda?” he smiled a tight smile, neither welcoming nor hostile, but otherwise made no attempt to move from his seated position or welcome the woman. “As for the Crows, I currently am the unlucky caretaker of six of them” he turned to face the crudely constructed pen where the others were lurking. The pen was only used at night whilst the Rakeeb slept, for the birds were natural trouble makers and he'd suffered many sleepless nights because of them already, but throughout the day it was left open for them to come and go as they please, as it was at that moment.


“I'm attempting to train them to be of use to the pack in a kinda alert system. Although both Chiya and Beyaz are too old and stubborn to be of use, the younger ones seem to be getting the hang of things.” he explained, not going into much detail about the whole plan of his.


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Word Count → 356 :: okay this time I had tried to reply to this like six times but kept losing the post. wtf.

Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.

The Rakeeb seemed unimpressed with her. The pregnant woman did not care what he thought of her, if anything at all. The only thing she cared about was getting her herb, and maybe obtaining one of his annoying crows, even though she knew right then that it would probably be the death of her. Or that she'd want to kill it eventually. She looked to the one whom had stolen her herb in the first place. The male spoke to her about it being nice to meet her, and a weird smile fell on his face. Her cropped ears fell back on her head and she furrowed her brows lightly. Uh, I guess it's nice to finally meet you as well. the woman spoke to him, shifting her weight on her feet as she stood there. She wanted to be seated but did not find herself willing to be seated in front of the male. She would leave before she got comfortable here.


He then told her that he was in the care of six of them and that he was trying to train them as an alert system for Anathema. It seemed like a good idea, but with them only obeying Alaki, it also had it's flaws. Panda decided then, that she would more than likely take one of these loud little rats with wings off of his hands. Namely the one whom had taken her herb straight from her hand, as revenge to the bird. Eventually he would have to listen to her, which would be his punishment for taking her herb. If you would like, I can communicate with them on their level, so it's possible that I could take one of them off your hands for you, so you aren't so overwhelmed with their antics all day and night. she offered the male, nodding her head lightly and pulling her cropped ears back towards the male. She wanted to know if he would bite and let her take the albino one off of his hands for him. It would definitely be an interesting addition to her family.


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OOC herpderp? / +360!


Looking into the crows pen, he could see each of them moving around and cautiously watching the strange female, unsure what to do in such a situation for they were trained to work above ground not under it. Zetsubou titled her head to the side, eyeing both the stranger and her owner before deciding to release a loud caw; setting of all the others like domino’s falling down one after another. Cursing in japanese under his breath he looked over to Miwa whom simply rolled over but otherwise was dead to the world despite the racket the birds were making. Carefully he pulled himself up from the seat and padded over to the crow pen, demanding silence from the pests in low speech so that his orders could not be misunderstood; the only one whom continued for a while after that was Beyaz, but then the pest liked to make a point of his defiance at such occasions..
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Turning to the female he now considered her words, seeing both the benefits and downfalls to the females offer; by handing one of the pests over to the Furcas he would have one less to deal with and yet on the other hand, there would be one less crow actively watching the territory. A small selfish part of him piped up and with that he simply nodded his agreement to the female.The adults are mine, but you can take any of the chicks; just so you know they are all as bad as each other so be prepared to be annoyed the hell out of for a while he explained, already somewhat predicting which one the female wished to obtain. Albino crows were uncommon and apparently beautiful and considering the fact the albino chick had stolen from the women, the Rakeeb could only assume the chick had attracted the black and white Furcas's attention and was the reason for the females offer.


Stepping back away from the pen, he lazily waved a hand towards the open crow keep and moved back to Miwa, briefly touching the child’s head out of affection before turning towards the woman and awaiting her choice.

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Word Count → 702 :: This is the end of this thread.

Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.

Chocolate eyes looked at the male, and she listened to his words in low speech as the birds had started to make a racket and she noticed a little puppy sleeping, as per the look that Alaki cast over the child. She did not think anything of the pup, figuring it would be something like a bastard child or since the male was mated to another male, it could have been a serrogate. She did not inquire, for she did not particularly want to talk of such things, nor end up staying longer than planned, or unplanned, whichever one really. Either way, she did understand the low speech that the male was talking to them in, and she wondered why that stupid bird ignored her when she told it to give her back the herb in low speech while she was chasing it. She grit her teeth again slightly, and her arms folded over her chest.

The male agreed to her offer, and the tension was relieved from her teeth and she too, nodded her head. And then he spoke more on the offer, telling her the conditions. "Well that little white bastard who took my herb seems good enough if they are all as hardheaded as each other. Just make it clear to him that he's owned by me though. I'll do the rest. I know how to speak lowspeech as well, so it's quite frustrating that they would listen to you and not to I. Then again, they are your birds, so they have little reason to listen to me." commented the woman to the male as she had gone towards the pen, where the albino chick stood on a perch. It rudely cawed in her face as she looked at it, and then it turned it's head and looked at her with those icy blue eyes with the red pupil. Panda's maw held a thickly placed grin and her maw let out a very low growl. She held out a finger to the bird and it instinctively picked at her finger with it's long beak, and Panda snorted at it. It hurt, yeah but she did not give it the satisfaction of letting the little bastard know that it hurt. When she shoved her finger towards it's legs again, it hopped onto her finger, and Panda carried the bird from the pen.


" Here, tell him." spoke the Furcas, holding the bird close to it's master so that Alaki could talk to the beast and tell him to obey her. " Do you want me to do anything in exchange for this bird?" she asked the male, wondering if she was to come back with payment for the bird. The Rakeeb shook his head at the offer and them spoke briefly to the chick and then the bird looked at Panda and cawed in her face again before it jumped off her finger and landed on her shoulder. The bird then picked at one of Panda's dreads, and like it had been distracted by something shiny, it pecked at her industrial. Panda flinched out of habit and then cooed at the bird and laughed. "Thanks Alaki. I have to go back out and finish my herb collecting. It's almost winter and this is the last time I can find some things until winter." spoke the woman, nodding her head and getting ready to leave.


" Blessed Be, and I'll see you some other time." she concluded and waved her hand to the Rakeeb who just huffed and looked back to his sleeping daughter as Panda moved out of the oversized cave that the bastard got to sleep in. Panda's room was protected better though, she liked to believe.She was happy now though, she had a new pet, and one that would be able to help her with collecting herbs since he liked to do such things himself. She chatted with the bird in lowspeech for some time before the bird had tried to speak a few high speech words and then he told her the name he would like to be called. It translated to "Serenade" in high speech.


~Panda exits~

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