He must be Great

Jiya Chandraki · 08-09-2012, 08:50 PM

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OOC here!

Two legs had come naturally to her after a couple days of bed rest. The first shift had been very painful to the fragile girl but now that her bones had adjusted, and only a dull ache remained, her Uncle has encouraged her to get out of the hut for some fresh air. At a petite 5”5 the red wolf was very small but looking around the village brought such excitement to her. The world was a much different place from her new height, the new perspective making it easier to see further away and notice new things higher up than she had on all fours. It was almost an entirely new world.

As a suggestion of what to do Aranck had briefly mentioned a man who had arrived from the Great Tribe. Apparently he had known the male from his days among the tribe and thought that he would be interesting to Jiya. Sure enough she headed off to search for the man’s hut, her mind already forming the image of a wise older male like her Uncle, or a handsome, strong man of few words. As she walked along the village to the hut that Aranck had described the young wolfess had already forgotten most of his name. Opting for the short form her Uncle had mentioned he awkwardly knocked on the frame o the hut, her soft voice calling out,Unatsi! Nihi owenvsv? It seemed awkward to her to just walk up to a strangers hut and call on them but curiosity got the better of her.

Unatsikanogeni Adahy · 08-10-2012, 02:32 PM

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(439) Una is like 8D companyyy!

Lineart by *FerianMoon; colored by me!

No matter how life in AniWaya went, Unatsikanogeni knew he was glad to live in a hut again. He’d never been the toughest of wolves, and so exposure to the elements bothered him more than it might a great grey or even one of his own species who’d learned to suck it up. Now, even when Vsgiyi rolled around and brought winter with it, he would be warm and cozy in his little shack.

His only regret was that the hut was completely empty now, other than a cot and some of the belongings he’d brought from the Great Tribe—which mainly consisted of the hand scythe hanging off a peg in the wall and the drum in the corner of the room. He wanted to personalize the place, but he didn’t really know what to do; he’d never tried painting, or skinning, and so he knew that it’d be hard to throw up murals and throw down furs. His best bet would be to beg someone for an ornamental rug and maybe even trade with outsiders, although he wasn’t looking forward to that.

The ruddy-furred man sighed, flopping on his cot, his white arm dangling. He rested on his stomach and stared off at the blank wall for at least half an hour before dozing off, waking himself up with little jerks of his head until there was a quiet rapping on the wood of the hut. He propped himself up on his elbows, big ears turning toward the entrance, where he could hear a soft voice calling out in Cherokee.

For a second, the drowsy Tsulvwisdanehi thought that he was back in the Great Tribe, since he was so unused to hearing their tongue among these English-speakers. His ears flattened, and he hesitated, wondering stupidly if he was going to be dragged out of his hut and pilloried. He deserved it, they’d never actually grabbed him and paraded him through the village for his crimes, or whatever they were called, and he didn’t want to start, but maybe there was another way out of the hut—

Glancing at the blank walls again, Una woke more fully then shook his head to clear the nightmares. He was in AniWaya, and someone was calling for him. Maybe they wanted to be friends! Bringing a basket of eggs over, or something else new neighbors did. He grinned and jumped up, calling back in fluent Cherokee, “Vv, giyvha!” He looked for his leather sack then kicked it under the bed, ran his hand through his hair, and pushed it back behind his shoulder. “Giyvha, giyvha!” he repeated, grinning ear to ear.

Jiya Chandraki · 08-23-2012, 10:50 PM

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OOC:

It took longer than she would have expected, the silence causing her to start and turn away, believing he was out, before the frantic calls returned. Her uncle has not told her much about the new members, besides his name, that he hailed from the Great Tribe and that he had been a warrior along side her father. Of course the mere thought of getting to know someone who knew her parents first hand excited the young wolfess and had sent her tail wagging towards the hut. Taking a brief moment to take a deep breath and prepare herself to be proper, remember her manners, and think of the questions she had for the great warrior she hesitantly stepped in.

Jade eyes quickly found the source of the calls and she turned to him with a deep bow from the hip speaking to him in Aniwayan, I don’t mean to intrude great warrior but my uncle told me about your arrival and I couldn’t help but think of what an honor it would be to speak with you. Looking around the room she took in the sight of the cot, scythe and drum. The room certainly seemed empty for someone from the Great Tribe, weren’t they suppose to have many beautiful things? Thinking it rude to not introduce herself she focused her eyes back up at the taller male, Ale ayv dagovgi Jiya Chandraki, ayv edutsi Anarck unohelei ayv gvwaduwidv. He appeared to be fairly lanky, especially for a man who was apparently a warrior. Had her father been built the same? Looking at him it was clear he was also a red wolf as her father had been, a pleasant surprise. Still she wondered how capable he was, could he really fight off anything? Most wolves were probably taller and bigger than him, making him an easy defeat if it came down to a fist fight.

Unatsikanogeni Adahy · 08-27-2012, 07:35 PM

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(451) I am too lazy to go and translate Cherokee word for word, so please just assume he is speaking it! (And you get sexy table; does that make him a pedo?)

Unatsi is by Nat!

It was strange to have someone he didn’t know calling specifically for him (unless the owner of the voice had been speaking of unatsi meaning snow, in which case he would have to label the individual mental because it was decidedly summer), but the man was too excited to really consider all of the implications and consequences—namely, that the person who knew his name did not know him and came with an impression of him that would be not-so-subtly ravaged in front of their eyes. No, he didn’t stop to think about that at all.

The creature that stepped into his hut was a rather petite young female, burnt orange smattered with the colors of ash. She reminded him of the Great Fire, but he dropped the connection subconsciously knowing that it was likely blasphemous. Compared to the Great Fire, she was indeed very small, but seemed to carry herself well. He offered a gracious dip of his head when she bowed to him, his tail sweeping slowly back and forth.

And then the girl spoke, and dread began to creep over the former Ayastigi. She had to be mistaken; she had to have knocked on the wrong wolf’s hut. He was no great warrior; great warriors all got themselves killed, didn’t they? He cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting his posture, his shoulders hunching up slightly as if to fight the weight of the words she’d bestowed upon him.

“I’m not a warrior anymore, child,” the ruddy-furred man said, controlling his voice with great effort, managing to tame its rambling and condition the words to sound formal as hers did. “Please—I’m only a simple farmer, and you can address me as such.” His big ears fell, spread out to the sides to give him a comically uncertain look.

The young wolf went on to offer her name, Jiya Chandraki, and explain that her uncle (apparently Aranck, the former Ookah) had told her about him. Feeling like there were stones in his gut, he tried to smile and said conversationally, “Your surname sounds familiar.” There was a small twitch in his face, the skin around his scar jumping, but he got the muscles under control and said, “My name is Unatsikanogeni—but you, uh, you already know that, sorry.” For an instant, he looked at the floor in a rather unwarriorlike manner, and then he forced himself to meet her dark green eyes. “What did—what did your uncle tell you about me?” He doubted that it was pleasant; if anything, it might be a lesson for what Jiya should not do with her life. That was about the only time his pathetic story would have any merit, after all.

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