Bringer of fortunes and fairytails
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This was peace. No sounds but the merry crackling of the fire, hissing and popping with abandon, the scent of woodsmoke and pine, the rush of warmth. Though her eyes were closed and her senses all but shut down she was truly alive in this moment and she erred not in her fluid graceful movements. The unlit fire stave balanced on the tips of her fingers glided through the air effortlessly. If she were to tilt her hand slightly to the left the staff would take a curious arching path around her body; to the right and it would delve into a spiral.


Her spirit guide, her loyal friend and companion, was at her side as he always was even when she could not see him. The bleached buffalo had folded his legs beneath him and gazed at her, the red of the fire reflecting in his dark dark eyes. As she moved her voice was a soft murmur, a breathless whisper upon the night. Playing back her learned verses and phrases that she had knowledge of. Tamai Waki spoke up every now and again to correct her pronunciation and so she increased her fluency in a language that was not her own.


The evening had long ago given away to true night, above her the stars shine down with their pure light, watching over her like her ever present spirit guide.


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Word Count » 000 Woj would be like, seven foot tall, visible and audible Smile


She'd embraced Aniwayan culture awkwardly. Wojciech's appearance had secured the belief in her mind. Something which she doubted before. Yet still she doubted the name he game himself when speaking with her was not his true title. Perhaps he didn't have one, or perhaps he'd given it so that she'd be more familiar with it. Io had also listened to some of the language and stories that he'd passed onto her, and while she doubted the majority of it she kept her mouth closed and nodded along. She adorned her mane with black raven feathers now, a perfect contrast with her snowy mane.


The hybrid had left her den in the early morning to hunt then had retired back to her den after smoking the meat. Io had lain in her den all day, watching out of the door silently and casually wondering where on earth her guide was. Magda had been gone when she'd gotten in and only returned when it had gotten dark. Andrej had been in all day but had left as the dusk began to settle over the pack lands.


She snuck out when her aunt returned and found herself radiating towards the fire. Wojciech shadowed her silently, much larger than her in her secui form. He blended in with the darkness well. Io's silver eyes hit another form and she whispered a greeting, 'Hello'.


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Another came forth out of the darkness and Gemma stifled a gasp at the others arrival. All around them the halo of light given off by the great fire danced merrily, reflected from the ground and walls of nearby homes. Gemma's voice also was quiet as the doggish woman came closer to her and whispered a greeting,

"Oh h...hello there. I'm Gemma Sawtooth. I'm the G..Gata Hineyu, I tend the fire and the lamps and collect the wood." Gemma visibly hesitated for a moment before twitching. Tamai had nudged her, though he wasn't visible to anybody but she could still feel his breath that ruffled her fur, he was somewhere nearby. The woman shifted uneasily, a hand pressing to the barely there bulge in her stomach, she was about a month into her pregnancy and had only just started showing in any way,

"Are you new to A..Aniwaya? I haven't seen you about."
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Silver eyes reflected the golden glow of the fire like a mixture of water and oil. They flickered over the paler creature quickly, taking in her appearance. She could see no spirit guide, but knew the younger creature had one, there was an aura of sorts. But Io was unsure whether the creature was anywhere nearby. Shiny black eyes glowed with the faint out in of fire in them as the hulking spirit guide Io was tied to approached out of the dark. It hummed steadily as it breathed, saying nothing and remaining still behind Io save for the steady rise and fall that came with breathing.


Io nodded softly, she knew full well what a fire tender did and needed no introduction, but held her tongue all the same. 'Io' she said, giving the paler tender a smile before moving in closer. Around her neck hung the golden pocket watch that was formerly her father's. She'd been somewhat homesick today and taken it out to contemplate. After all for a millisecond she'd been considering going home. Io had nothing here, a loose family that didn't care for her, a racist aunt and a stolen pocket watch. It was a sad idea, a sad though. But Io still stayed within AniWaya.


Yes. Somewhat recently'.


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She must have been in AniWaya some amount of time thought for a spirit guide came out of the darkness with her. Gemma almost started, it looked a lot like Tamai but he was dark furred and about a foot taller at the shoulder than Tamai was. As though greeting the arrival of this new duo Tamai suddenly appeared to her and to Io, his white brilliance mirrored by the others darkness. It rather strange. The female was short and clipped in her sentences, it made Gemma nervous, it was rather like talking to Anatole only without the instinctive male fear, instead of was a fear generated by her own psychosis.

"Oh.. well.. thats good. Do you like AniWaya?" Her voice was very soft and quiet, apprehensive. This beautiful foreign woman with her steely grey eyes and short attitude she found very intimidating, it was as though it reminded her of everything she failed at.
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I can't post anything more ;-;


Io's own guide stood taller than the snowy counterpart before him. Dark shaggy locks accentuated the size difference dramatically as well as the colour of his pelt. Especially in the shadows where you could see where the Wisent ended and the shadows began. 'I am enjoying it a lot. It is a little like home,' industrious, hard working, with professions and duties, 'The culture is a lot different though, but I do not mind as much'. Io's eyes regarded the white guide silently, as her own guide did. Bowing his head slowly before lifting it and watching the white female.


The collie's tail flickered steadily behind her as she moved away to sit by a log. 'What are you doing?' she asked casually. The fur of her thick secui form moved about in the breeze slightly, though she wasn't cold.


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