Little boys don't stay little boys
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This is the Rast Ceremony for Naniko's litter of pups born August 1, 2011. If you want to see some info on this ceremony and others, click here!
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She couldn't believe that her sons were already turning 7 months. She had prepared a special meal for them the day before, sitting each one down separately and speaking with them about the ceremony to come afterward. She told them that they each needed to go on a hunt. They were to do it alone, by themselves - just them and nature. The animal that they caught, whatever it was, would need to be sacrificed, and they were not permitted to eat any of the animal's meat or taste its blood. The day after that the new adults would spend fasting and working to make something out of the bones of the creatures that they had caught.


As the sun sank down below the horizon, the Angela lifted her muzzle to call for her boys and any pack members who wished to join them and watch the ceremony. She had a large fire going in the center of the ceremonial part of their territory known as Maxia Negra and had a variety of meats there from various animals that she'd taken down in the few days prior to the ceremony. These she'd set out on furs on the ground for the pack members to browse and choose from. Naniko stood in the center of the bone-archway that stood at the far end of the territory, waiting for her boys to arrive.


Severus was the first to arrive, a long necklace hanging around his gray neck. Silver eyes came to rest upon his mother as he sat before her, bowing his head in greeting. He sat to wait for other canines in the pack to arrive before doing anything else. His brother Judas came next, a gris-gris hanging around his neck. She assumed that he'd stuffed the bones of the creature inside with other herbs and charms that would provide him with good luck in the coming year. The proud mother stood tall and waited for her last son to arrive at the ceremony, looking from face to face with a wide smile.

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RAWR. +5 points
 

The other day, when Octavius had tried to tell his mother that he wanted to move away, she instead informed him of the coming of age ceremony he and his brothers would have to participate in. There was to be a sacrificial killing, a reminder, and fasting to complete everything. That didn’t sound too hard, and the boy was almost excited to get going and start his mission. Thankfully he’d taken down a deer and ate nearly the entire thing, so his body was well stuffed and he had enough energy to run for a long while without absolutely having to eat. As soon as Naniko dismissed him, the boy shifted into his Optime form and went to get some supplies to begin his hunt.

A long length of twine, that he’d stolen from his mom, a long sharp rock, and a large square of leather made from a fox pelt. All of it was clutched in one of his hands as he navigated his way out of the caves. The sky was dark, moon casting only a little bit of light on the ground as he made his way into the forest, where the light vanished altogether. He stopped for a few moments to allow his eyes to adjust; this darkness was different than that of the caves. There was something about this night that had his fur standing on end, hackles raised and body tensed as he looked around. Noises and smells all blended together to create one big smorgasbord of confusion.

He HAD to get something, and quick. His piece had to be made by the next night…or he didn’t know what would happen. Crouching low, he held his head up and took a deep breath to gauge what animals were near enough to begin stalking. Of course, there was little to nothing living near the entrance to the caves, so he began running through the foliage, only stopping when the scent of wildlife grew stronger. Once again the young man crouched and took a sniff, locating a rabbit, a small herd of bedded deer, and a raccoon. The rabbit would be too easy, the deer too hard with just a knife and the inability to use his teeth…so the raccoon would live it’s last few moments as he looked for it.

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Naniko’s howl reached Octavius’s ears as he was sliding the newly made necklace over his head. Glancing down, he took in the pieces and grinned happily before getting up and walking towards the room in which the ceremony was to take place. When he walked in, he saw his brothers there already with their pieces around their necks as well. Smiling at his mother, the already huge white boy trotted into the room and threw his arms around her for a tight hug. The brothers were ignored completely, as he wasn’t very fond of either of the idiots.


Grabbing the edge of his necklace, he lifted it over his head and held it out for his mother to inspect. The rib bones of a large raccoon hung from a long piece of black twine, and the teeth were stored in the small gris-gris in the middle. Attached to the twine, right behind the gris-gris pouch, was the fluffy striped tail of the raccoon. Pulling the little pouch open, he reached in with two fingers and brought out one of the eye teeth from the ‘coon and dropped it on his mother’s palm. "For you, mother. I love you."


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Although this was nothing but a joyous occasion, Caprica couldn't help but remember her own seven-month anniversary. Or rather, she couldn't remember it at all: and there was the sad fact, that she hadn't had the chance to celebrate with her family in this way. It drove it home to her even more how important it was to keep the ties of family and tradition alive. As Anathemans and therefore family in more ways than one, her brothers had to respect the coming-of-age time. But it was a privilege, really and she was sure they felt the same. She would have loved to mark such a momentous occasion with such a ceremonial event.

The suspense of waiting for the public ceremony would have gotten to her, except that she'd caught a wild pig only the day before, and Caprica occupied herself in making a barbecue-style meal to share at the feast. A part of her, the most mischievous part, knew that the scent would be extra tantalising to the hungry boys: but by the time they encountered it, their challenge would be almost over. She had faith that her brothers would come through the test of fasting, although that was certainly one part of the occasion she wasn't sorry to have missed out on. She grew quickly exhausted and bad-tempered without at least one good meal a day.

Eventually the sunset came, and she headed for the Maxia Negra, a basket of barbecued meat at her side. Her eyes were gladdened to see all three of her little brothers home safe. There would be no embarrassing failures today. Unless her cooking destroyed their willpower in the last few seconds, of course. Caprica had to try hard not to giggle at this thought, but she swallowed the impulse because her mother looked so solemn standing framed by bones and the laughter would have sounded terribly out of place. Instead she beamed at Severus, Judas - and Octavius' back, for he was in the process of putting something in Naniko's hand. Caprica gave both of the other two a friendly punch on the shoulder as she passed them, heading for the furs to add her contribution to the array of delicacies.
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Word Count ::339 Points::3 OOC::

Mido heard the welcoming call of the Angela for the Rast ceremony of her three boys. He thought he understood the point to the event of the pups reaching adulthood, he learned about it during some down time in the library awhile back. They were to hunt down an animal without consuming any of it, and sacrifice it; they needed to craft something from its bones, or so he thought that was what they were expected to do. The Dasa took a trip down memory lane as he made his way to the site of the ceremony. He had to do something like that for reaching adulthood too, except he was considered adult when he reached one year old. His family left him, in his time alone he had to take care of himself, all his hunting, protection and everything else. After one month’s time would pass he needed to relocate his family to rejoin them hundreds of miles away. He couldn’t use their scents to find them because they dissipated, he had to use logic and his surroundings to get back. The half and half was entirely intrigued by the idea of the coming-of-age event, he couldn’t wait to see what the Angela’s boys had done with what they’d caught.



Once he had arrived to Maxia Negra he could see Naniko standing directly in front of her three boys smiling. Caprica was here too, she was placing something that smelled really good next to what their leader had put together, he had no idea that the Angela’s daughter was a great cook. Mido stood still where he was a ways back, just watching, he didn’t want to disrupt anything. Smiling he lowered his tail remembering that he was in the presence of the snowy leader. This was all so exciting, and he couldn’t quite figure out why, maybe it was because it was the first Rast he would be to. The thought of her children reaching adulthood and flourishing was great. He kept quiet, his focus was untouchable.


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Amy was tempted to ignore the howl when it reached her. She was nestled in her room, the pups gently suckling. Amy knew that soon she'd have to stop feeding them, but she'd keep them in decent condition at least until their father had seen them. She had made a contract with the leader though, and it was one Amy would make sure to fulfill. Sighing Amy scooped the pups up, dumping them into a satchel. They whined at the rough treatment, only to be met by an angry growl. The pups silenced, Amy made her way towards the cave. Carefully she made her way through, entering the room.


Three pups stood with the leader. It was clear that they were her children, and this celebration was for them. Her throat caught as her eyes glowed with anger, knowing that there would be no such celebration for her pups, that they would never have the chance to prove themselves, that the pack would never gather around them. They would die. A pure white male handed a tooth over to Naniko, declaring that he loved her. That wasn't something to do at a solemn occasion like this in Amy's mind. It might be said in private, but not in the open where enemies could make use of it. Well, not like there really were any enemies here, but the principal remained the same. At least it looked like a decent meal had been provided.

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She lays down on the sidewalk
Never very analytical
She is something simply beautiful
Re-appear when you feel magical
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Aeron yawned as she moved into the cave system Jandro on one side and Adwen on the other. She had heard the call and was going to the destination. She would feel terrible missing the coming of Age for Naniko's Children. So she would go and in time her children to would preform the right.

Jandro looked at her the boy seemed to fall in step with the life change. He never called Aeron Mother but that was not something she expected. He was her son and she would treat him as such. Aeron looked to Adwen who looked up at her. Mama we play? she asked looking at her. Aeron smiled No child you have to behave both of you. You need to be on your best behavior. She spoke as she entered the room. She placed a finger to her mouth silencing both of them.

Looking to Naniko aeron gave a slight bow. She was here watching and learning she could not wait for her children to do the right. Looking at them both the mother smiled. Watch and you will learn She spoke softly. Looking at the members that had come. She was shocked to see that Amy had come the woman was not the social type. Mido and Caprica she was glad to see.


To back in the days when we were young
When everything was like a loaded gun
Ready to go off at any minute
Yeah you know we're gonna win again

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Don't mind me and my fail post. Alex and Alaki just about drag themselves there in time, lazy gits xD

Having a moment of free time was rare and the young Rakeeb had quickly fallen asleep, head resting upon the legs of the pale Zepar who followed him around like a lost puppy. Whilst Alaki slept Alexander had chosen to kill time reading and occasionally poking the darker coloured male in the face to annoy him, earning a grumble from the Rakeeb before he fell back to sleep. It was then that the Angela’s voice resounded through the lands, calling all those who were free and willing to meet her. Undecided whether to answer the summons he looked up to to Alex who's eyes fell from the book he was reading to meet the grey males eyes, “Ya wanna go?” he asked, voice laced with sleep, blue eyes opening and closing in an attempt to wake himself up a little more but still too lazy to move yet. “What's the summons for?” Alex poked the grey male's forehead and watched with amusement as the rakeeb frowned and moved his head slightly to avoid the poke but was too slow. “Will you stop that, really irritatin'. And it's probably for the coming of age ceremony; her lot are coming up to 7 months if I remember correctly” he explained, although he wasn't entirely sure that was the reason for the call it seemed the most likely. With a groan he finally sat up, pushing loose strands of black hair out of his face and then yawning loudly.

“Come on, best we start heading over there” and with that he rose to his feet, shooting the pale zepar a stern look to make sure the lighter male understood he had to come along too. It wasn't long till the pair made their way to where others had already gathered, all familiar faces, his family, his friends, his pack. Seeing Naniko he smiled her way in greeting before paying attention to anyone else, he noticed the three pups by their mother and smiled at them too. With the white queen greeted he began to look around at those gathered, one particular face caused him to pause and fix his expression, the disgusting golden female whom had recently joined there ranks; he understood the logic behind accepting her and could see the benefits, but that didn't mean he had to forgive her just yet. Ignoring the women he noted Aeron and Caprica and moved to stand beside the dark Abigor, Alex added two rabbits to the pile of food. “Smells good” he said to her, “Really good” Alexander piped in as well.


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No posting order, feel free to post at will :3
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She noted which pack members had chosen to attend the ceremony. It wasn't mandatory and wasn't a meeting, but she was pleased to see the faces of the members that had taken the time from their day to come and watch. She liked to feel connected with the pack, and some members she only ever saw at meetings and nowhere else. Naniko was glad to see that Octavius had made it through the night without eating and that he and his brothers had followed the directions that she had given them. Her boys really were growing up fast. She took the offered piece from Octavius, reaching out to try and pat him on the shoulder. "Good job, Son." She said. Words of praise were few and far between for her, but he and his brothers deserved them on this day.


Once the members who wished to attend had assembled, she cleared her throat. "Thank you all for coming. Today my three sons will be made into full pack members, cleared of their pup status and gifted with the respect and responsibilities that come with being a ranked member. Their tier of choice...or lack thereof...will be their decision. The items that they have crafted from the creatures that they sacrificed have a meaning, telling a story of what each new member will grow to become as they continue their lives as adults here in Anathema. Afterward, members will be free to give gifts or words of wisdom to the new adults of the pack. Anyone who attended this ceremony is welcomed to join the feast and celebration. "


The female lifted the first piece, Octavius'. "Octavius chose to hunt the raccoon, an intelligent and crafty creature. He will have many trials to test him in his adult life, but with his own sharp intelligence and resourcefulness, he will overcome them." She handed the item back to her son, offering him a charm necklace as well. "Severus chose to hunt a hawk, a bird that can be very difficult to hunt. They are among the rulers of the sky, swift and merciless when they hunt their prey. In his life in the pack, he will use his own swift and merciless skills to defend the pack against outside threats." She gave a similar charm to her gray son, moving on. "Lastly, Judas chose to hunt the squirrel. Squirrels are scouting creatures, always aware of their surroundings and quick to evade danger and threats. In life, Judas will use a combination of awareness and understanding to keep out of danger." She finished the ceremony, raising her hands in the air. "Now we will welcome these new adults into the pack with a feast and celebration!"

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UHM...yeah. He doesn't like Amy very much xD +3 points
 

So many others had shown up to view the ceremony, it made Octavius a little bit nervous as they all looked at him and his brothers with pride…well, all except that horrid woman from the cabin. She seemed to think their family was less than herself, despite their mother’s status as the Queen of the pack. If he had any say over it, the white furred boy would tear into the woman for trying to harm Caprica and himself. The protectiveness for his sister came a bit late, but it was there and he was suddenly very angry about the things that had happened.

The steady red eyed glare kept on Amy throughout his mother’s entire speech, though he paid close attention to the words being put forth. Intelligence and resourcefulness weren’t things that he’d attribute with himself, but if she said it, then it must be true. A soft growl pushed from his throat when she stopped speaking and he turned to the white woman, taking the necklace and pulling it over his head to join the one he’d made himself. Instead of immediately rushing over to the food, he turned around and found Amy again, walking over to her where she stood against the wall.

Speaking low, but still loud enough for anyone close to hear, he growled out a small and very simple threat. “You will NEVER threaten the safety of my family again. If you do, I will kill you…” Growling low in his throat, he leaned over the woman and narrowed his deep red eyes, scowling in disgust. “You may have food, but only because of the pups…get away from here before you anger everyone else in here beyond control, Sut.” Whipping around, Octavius stalked away from her, his hands balled into fists and the mane falling down his back raised, making him look bigger and more threatening. He was truly enraged at the woman, and would be having a talk with his mother about her continual position in their pack.


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She lays down on the sidewalk
Never very analytical
She is something simply beautiful
Re-appear when you feel magical
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Aeron smiled ahe was proud of the trio although she had to admit the only one she had really met was Octavius. She wondered if the boys were ready to take on the big bad world. Aeron had to admit though as she watched the boy walk away from his mother to Amy. Aeron smiled the poor little Sut she was lucky that all here were very loyal to their queen.

He moved away from her and the Oriax couldn't help but move towards him. Octavius She said giving a slight dip or respect for the boy. Welcome to the ranks Her voiced dropped a little lower. you know there's a waiting line to get at her She said somewhat joking. The normally serious woman stuck out her tongue teasing him a little bit.

So what tier are you going to take? She asked looking at him. After she was done speaking to the young boy she would talk to Naniko say hello and wish her well.


To back in the days when we were young
When everything was like a loaded gun
Ready to go off at any minute
Yeah you know we're gonna win again

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Amy listened with interest as Naniko spoke, again battling a wave of anger at the truth of her pups never having their own. As soon as the speech was over the white pup that had been glaring at her the entire time moved over. Listening to his words she couldn't suppress a grin. Those were big words from someone who was yet to be able to back them up. The pup moved away before she could react, and Amy followed after. Aeron stopped Octavius with words of congratulations, allowing her to catch up.

Pup. She looked down at the small one. You better live up to those words. It was the best advice she could give. One only said what they could live up to. Pushing past those limits put not only themselves in danger, but the others around them. She headed over to the table and immediately began pulling out all kinds of food. The pups woke up, squirming softly in her satchel. Stepping back Amy found a place to sit and pulled the sickly pups out. As she ate the meat Amy gently stroked their heads, wishing that they could survive, knowing that they wouldn't.
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It's chemical the way we love. The way we hate it's quite inhuman
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Despite herself, on seeing Amy's entrance, Caprica felt - yes, anger - but also a little pleasure swelling up. On a happy day like this she could almost forgive the woman her erratic behaviour upon their first meeting. Being with the dog during her pup's birth must count for some kind of bond between them, too. She hoped the little ones were doing okay, considering their parent, and the strange circumstances of their birth. She determined to catch the attention of the golden lady and catch up on how she was doing.


The thought didn't have long to mature in her one-track mind, however: a dusk-silver figure had appeared, with his contrastingly pale shadow, Alexander, present as well. Caprica knew she owed them at least one favour since the Winter Festival, but as they gravitated towards her catering efforts, she shot them a warning glare. "Hands off, you two." The delicacies were for her beloved siblings to sample first: they would be hungry enough to really enjoy it. Of course, the gentlemanly Rakeeb and the… less gentlemanly Alexander had probably just meant to pay her a compliment, but Caprica wasn't generally generous with the benefit of the doubt. She was happy to see them, though, a sensation that just built up the euphoria of the occasion still more. She hadn't dressed up much, only wearing her gothically tattered leather-and-black-velvet skirt: but her fur was sleek and shone as if polished, which it all but had been. Her heart only lifted more and more as the speech was given by her seemingly omnipotent mother. All the omens sounded so good for the triptych of brothers. She noted their animals carefully. She would make them something to mark the occasion.


She missed Octavius' advance upon Amy, being too far away, and too busy inspecting Alaki closer. Unlike her carefully groomed appearance, he appeared to have rolled out of bed just minutes before. Loose black strands of hair joined the scars crossing his face to create a mildly dishevelled appearance. "You weren't expecting a party, am I right?" she teased. "Nice surprise for the both of ya." Sure the atmosphere was a little tense, but Caprica was blissfully unaware of the perturbation amongst her fellow Anathemans. "Ribs?" She held some of her barbecued fare out. "Or something a little more substantial?" Then her eyes clouded. "Unless you're not planning to stay long. Don't let me keep you from… whatever you were doin'." Her green eyes flicked apologetically from one to the other. Maybe they'd been late because the thought of a celebration bored them silly. She tried to tone her exuberance down, not wanting to come on too strong - just because she was excited for the big changes in her family, and the feast that had been prepared, didn't mean everybody else was too.


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He listened intently as the snowy woman spoke. She thanked the canines for their presence and spoke about the ceremony. She took time to independently address what each of her boys had caught and the relevance they entailed. They weren’t kids anymore, and everyone would probably be seeing more of them. The Dasa didn’t know the any of the three boys personally, but he couldn’t help but smile and feel pride. The Angela’s speech honestly hadn’t been long; it just seemed as if with every second that passed the smell of the food became more intense to his nose. As soon as she was finished he opened his mouth, letting his tongue fall out the side he had been salivating heavily. The multicolored mix took notice of the confrontation between Amy and Octavius, he seemed to go after her as soon as his mother finished speaking. Hearing the young man’s words forced a fiendish smile to his face, probably because of his strong distaste toward the golden female. Wow, who else doesn’t like her? He knew that Aeron didn’t care for her, but one of Naniko’s children disliking her as well made him ponder the idea. The Huskadore watched the Oriax approach the boy to congratulate him and ask what rank tier he would enter.



Wanting to be closer to the food Mido made his way toward where Judas, Naniko, and Severus were. Standing just a few feet away from their leader he acknowledged her first and briefly by bowing. Judas, Severus congratulations. He wasn’t exactly sure what to say, so he spoke what was on his mind concerning the newly young men. The three of you will do great things in time to come, I’m sure of it. Still smiling he looked back to the Angela. You must be proud of your sons. He figured she was because any good mother would be.

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WC::372 - No sarcastic remarks about Caprica's katana... how shocking o.o

At the Abigor's warning both males laughed, Alexander stepped forward as if to try and steal some of the food despite the midnight woman's words but quickly decided otherwise, the storm coloured male simply rolled his eyes at the Zepar's antics and smiled innocently towards the dark female as if the thought of snatching some of the food had never crossed his mind. Before he had a chance to say more Naniko began to speak and so he turned his attention away from the food and onto the matter the pack had gathered for. The words were to the point and overall the entire ceremony was short for the Rakeeb although he knew the pups, now adults in the eye of the pack, had put much effort into the ceremony and he was proud to see that the young were taking things seriously as they should. Once it was over he began to turn back to Caprica and attempt to get his hands on some of her food when the white boy, Octavius approached the Sut. Angling his body so that he could observe the child and pay attention to Caprica at the same time he eyed the boy cautiously, too far away to hear what was said but the atmosphere surrounding him spoke more than enough. Impressed by the boys courage he grinned foolishly towards the young lad and turned his attention fully onto Caprica now that the confrontation was over.

“Pssh, I'm always ready for a party” Alexander responded to the woman’s words, whilst the young Samurai simply shrugged his shoulders in silent denial of the female's words; there was no way he was actually going to admit he had forgotten about it. Recalling his last encounter with the woman he consider bringing up the matter of the doomed Katana, yet food was offered to him and since this was a celebration he bite off his words for the moment. “Sure, thanks” he responded, plucking up one of the offered ribs along with Alex. “These are good, had no idea you could cook” and that was an understatement, the Ribs were one of the best things he'd eaten in awhile, considering both his and Alex's lack of ability in cooking.


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