Sing a song about the heartland.

Dixie-May Jackson · 12-06-2011, 04:52 PM

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ummm dated for today. meaning she arrived at about 2 a.m. last night. / +5!

The stories of war between AniWaya and the other southern packs had filtered through to Dixie’s ears over time. Jazper and Anann spoke of it sparingly, and the young girl soaked the information up, wanting to know as much as possible. The thought of all of those who could be and who were for sure hurt by the war struck her heart. Surely the pack of AniWaya, who were now regrouping and healing, needed some kind of help…allies. Of course reaching out to others would mostly be the leaders’ job’s, at least that’s what she thought…however, she really wanted to help out in some way. And so she was going to, no matter what anyone said.

Wayne was getting better, the large gash on his stomach was healing slowly and no infection had caught. Thankfully she knew enough of medical things to doctor him properly, not perfectly, but enough at the time. Along with visiting the other packs, she vowed to learn more about medicine and surgery, anything to help her pack mates. After feeding her companion and storing food and water in their bedroom for him, she gave him a kiss on the head and left. She took a cloak, a pouch of food, two pretty leather and red weed baskets, and her saddle.

Anann was told, briefly, that she was going to visit another pack, and then headed to the small “downtown” area in the fort. There were a few shops that weren’t dilapidated so bad, and she rummaged through each of them, collecting interesting little trinkets that she knew would be of no use to the pack. About an hour or so passed before she found anything of value. All of her searching had finally paid off. There was a back room in one of the shops, full of cloth bolts, all different colors and with weird patterns. Dixie took only the ones that she could carry, two bolts half wrapped (about 35 feet of cloth), red and green. Hopefully the leader of AniWaya would appreciate the cloth…and if not, at least she tried, right?

After evacuating the small shop area, she howled softly and waited for Duke to come running. The saddle was cinched to his body quickly, along with the baskets and cloth all roped up on him as well. Dixie swung herself up and dug her heels into his sides gently, telling him that she wanted to go. The stallion whinnied loudly and bucked a few times before shoving off with his back hooves. The little woman loved this feeling, being atop a horse’s back when they let loose and just ran for the fun of it. Within a few minutes they were exiting the fort, dashing through the opened gates and taking off into the distance, southward bound.

Traveling all day and most of the night, with only a few breaks to let Duke drink, eat and rest, was wearing on the both of them. Dixie really wanted to get to AniWaya though, and wasn’t keen on sleeping out in unclaimed land all alone. She had passed another one of the packs on her way, presumably one of those who participated in the war. The scent of their borders made sure that she went around, even though it would have been faster to cut through at least the southern edge of the territory. Her goal wasn’t to offend anyone on this trip, so she was determined to do things the right way.

Finally she began to smell more than just salt from the ocean and the surrounding foliage. Duke was so tired, his steps slowing to a creeping walk. Dixie yawned widely and stopped him, sliding down to the ground and holding onto the reins, as if he might run away in this condition. When the scents of other canines got so strong that she was sure they were right on the border, she threw her head back and howled as loud as her tired body would allow. Hopefully someone would hear and came get them quickly, for the girl and her steed were about to collapse from exhaustion.

Ulilohi Ehn · 12-10-2011, 09:39 AM

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It was a peculiar feeling, to go out to respond to the howl that had cut through the chilled winter air. Halfway to the borders, Ulilohi realized with a bang that it would be the first time she responded like this, as a tribe's leader. So many changes. In her old life, she had been a councilwoman of limited power. Well, no power, really. She was merely the highest pawn to the Chief, but could only offer her advice. Now, though she held the title of councilwoman still, she had all the authority in the world. Well, she still answered to Savina, Vigilante and Chief Aatu (and, she considered Claudius an authority too, even if he was not). But decisions were hers to make. The thought was immense, and heavy, and she disposed of it as she rememberd that she was still worrying about what response Chief Aatu might send in return, upon learning of Maska's misdeeds and her taking of the tribe. It could be good, and it could be bad, but worrying got her nowhere.

The trek to the borders took longer than expected, but when she finally spotted them she found it in her to speed up somewhat. It was easier to get motivated when the goal was in sight. A rider atop a horse was all she could distinguish at first, but as she drew closer she could see that the rider was a strangely outfitted female. The two looked quite weary, and she hoped the wait had not felt like forever. She might have long legs, but it also required extra energy to move them. She walked right up to them, her height easily raging in front of them, making the differences in height between the rider and the on-foot wolfess somewhat less than they would be normally. "Unalihelitseti, I am Ulilohi. What is your business?"

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Dixie-May Jackson · 12-11-2011, 01:26 AM

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lol, if dixie wasn't straight she'd try to tap that. / +3!

Dixie was starting to fear that no one had heard her howling, and that she might have to stay on the borders of the pack for the remainder of the night. It was starting to get cold out, and the girl loved her horse too much to let him freeze out in the elements. If it was necessary, she'd take him to the woods and try to build a fire to warm them up until morning when she could try again. Duke was getting impatient of just standing there as well, and more than a few times the stallion tossed his head and snorted in protest. He wanted to get moving, wanted something to happen. Simply sitting there out in the open, waiting and wondering when someone would come to their call, did not suit him. While he was a calm and laid back male, he would not sit around and wait for others to come to him. He would go to them and get what he needed.

Sighing softly and leaning down, she stretched her little body out on his withers and neck, eyes closing as she soaked in his warmth. Not ten minutes had passed before the chestnut horse snorted and stomped his hooves in warning, telling her that someone was coming. Sitting up once again, she looked out and around. With the moonlight shining down it was easy to see the large, dark shape coming towards them at a fast pace. Duke backed up slightly and tensed his entire body, ready to run if it was needed, and the girl slipped one of her knives from a thigh holster. If it was a big male looking for trouble, he'd find it.

Thankfully though, it wasn't a male at all. In fact, the woman running towards them was perhaps the most beautiful woman Dixie had ever seen. The white girl put away the knife and just stared at the woman in awe for a while, blinking a few times. Tall and curvy, chocolate brown with other shades mixed in, a long dark mane with feathers and beads woven in...she was the epitome of gorgeous. Dixie had to shake her head and rub her face a few times before she was able to answer, the exhaustion having really caught up. I'm...I'm from Casa di Cavalieri. Newly formed pack up north on the coast a ways. I think my Sole, Jazper, came through here recently? I'm merely here to ask for friendship and to extend my hands to help if any is needed. Her head lowered slightly in a small bow to the large woman, Ulilohi, as the respect was obviously due.

Ulilohi Ehn · 12-18-2011, 10:41 AM

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While the femme herself appeared quite peculiar to Ulilohi, she marveled at the horse, whose looks were simply stunning. No doubt, this one was fell-fed - not like the work horses she'd seen in the stables. They weren't ill-fed, the AniWayan horses, but not quite as well cared for as this one had to be. Ulilohi knew little of horses, but she could recognise health when she saw it. This was what the female in front of her seemed to have a problem with: she was obviously very weary, and blinked a couple of times before replying to Ulilohi's question. The councilwoman smiled as she listened, nodded and replied with a deep, rolling and slightly accented voice. "Oh—yes, I remember Jazper, and new friendships are always welcome here. What is your name?". We certainly need friendships, Ulilohi thought to herself. It was very uplifting that other packs were striving to be on good terms with them, much as she had gone to make new friends (or repair wounds) in Cour des Miracles and Crimson Dreams. Ulilohi gestured with her arm, feeling confident that this female was no threat, but genuine in her goald for coming here."Come, I can see that you're weary. we can head into the Village if you'd like." The trek to the Village was a long one, but with food and seating awaiting them at the end. "We also have a stable for your horse, if you would like to rest him." It would be a little bit of extra walking, but not too much, luckily. She wondered why the stables had not been built in the Village - it was so impractical!

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