11-03-2011, 08:52 PM
Combined read-only post for Maska and Dawali
They are in the prisoner's cabin
Dawali paced. He was still in his four-legged form, not daring to shift. He was in much doubt, not knowing where he should put his trust. After all, had he not attempted to warn Vigilante? And what had the mutt-pack done - attacked them?! That was hardly laying low. Dawali's frustration was expressed thus in his body language that the closest inhabitant of the cabin grew increasingly frustrated with it. Maska growled at the former Chief and muttered orders to have him sit down, and the red wolf did so obediently. There was no denying it. Dawali had supported Maska, and being kept here as prisoner while Savina and Vigilante decided what to do with the situation was only right. He was so conflicted, so confused. How could the Dreamers, and Vigilante's mutts have killed so many? Slaughtered them? Their power in numbers had been obvious when they first arrived - anyone with dignity would have attempted to scare AniWaya into submission first. It was hard to figure out who was his friends in this ordeal - and where was Nayati? Had his friend - nay, almost his son betrayed him, too? Claudius? What of Ralla and Ayasha? There were no one left. There was only Dawali, Maska and Wematin. Everyone else were dead or on the side of - well, whatever they were, if not traitors. Savina had been his friend, no?
Maska growled, sitting with his legs folded and staring out a crack in the wall. Since his defeat he had said nothing to the Guardian nor the red wolf. As far as he was concerned, the Amara male was still the lucky holder of the Itawamba rank, but it would seem that Maska was no longer the one to pull the reins. Such a slaughter they had brought upon a small tribe - it was not just. It was not right, and he seethed with anger and gnashed his teeth as the same thoughts spun inside his head. Sure, he had spoken with the little leaders for a few visits, but as long as they refused to understand the scale of their wrongdoing, Maska would stay here and be silent. He would never cooperate.
There was a twisted form of comfort between the two former leaders in their situation in the prisoners' cabin. While neither really spoke to the other, there was a mutual understanding. They were in this together, even if they had started out at opposite positions on the power scale. Inside the cabin, the hierarchy survived, but only so long as the occupants of the tribe's lands allowed it. Who knew what barbarism those "leaders" might turn to in their wish to terminate the tension they had created? Maska could only assume they would kill him, and so he waited in sullen silence every day for death to knock on their door.
For Dawali, the imprisonment, betrayals and inner conflicts were already beginning to be punishment enough, and he paced the one long wall of the cabin without pause, as he had done since they placed him there.
They are in the prisoner's cabin
Dawali paced. He was still in his four-legged form, not daring to shift. He was in much doubt, not knowing where he should put his trust. After all, had he not attempted to warn Vigilante? And what had the mutt-pack done - attacked them?! That was hardly laying low. Dawali's frustration was expressed thus in his body language that the closest inhabitant of the cabin grew increasingly frustrated with it. Maska growled at the former Chief and muttered orders to have him sit down, and the red wolf did so obediently. There was no denying it. Dawali had supported Maska, and being kept here as prisoner while Savina and Vigilante decided what to do with the situation was only right. He was so conflicted, so confused. How could the Dreamers, and Vigilante's mutts have killed so many? Slaughtered them? Their power in numbers had been obvious when they first arrived - anyone with dignity would have attempted to scare AniWaya into submission first. It was hard to figure out who was his friends in this ordeal - and where was Nayati? Had his friend - nay, almost his son betrayed him, too? Claudius? What of Ralla and Ayasha? There were no one left. There was only Dawali, Maska and Wematin. Everyone else were dead or on the side of - well, whatever they were, if not traitors. Savina had been his friend, no?
Maska growled, sitting with his legs folded and staring out a crack in the wall. Since his defeat he had said nothing to the Guardian nor the red wolf. As far as he was concerned, the Amara male was still the lucky holder of the Itawamba rank, but it would seem that Maska was no longer the one to pull the reins. Such a slaughter they had brought upon a small tribe - it was not just. It was not right, and he seethed with anger and gnashed his teeth as the same thoughts spun inside his head. Sure, he had spoken with the little leaders for a few visits, but as long as they refused to understand the scale of their wrongdoing, Maska would stay here and be silent. He would never cooperate.
There was a twisted form of comfort between the two former leaders in their situation in the prisoners' cabin. While neither really spoke to the other, there was a mutual understanding. They were in this together, even if they had started out at opposite positions on the power scale. Inside the cabin, the hierarchy survived, but only so long as the occupants of the tribe's lands allowed it. Who knew what barbarism those "leaders" might turn to in their wish to terminate the tension they had created? Maska could only assume they would kill him, and so he waited in sullen silence every day for death to knock on their door.
For Dawali, the imprisonment, betrayals and inner conflicts were already beginning to be punishment enough, and he paced the one long wall of the cabin without pause, as he had done since they placed him there.