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OOC: Optime is le best

Shawchert found himself out of his new pack and in the wilderness again, he didn’t expect it to be so soon, but he felt constricted mostly because he had done wrong. Never before in his life did he misbehave in such a way and he didn’t even know he was. It was strange the pack’s ways. He wondered if he should continue on when Titania was no longer living in New Dawn. He would give it a while. He wasn’t going to up and leave after Zalen gave him his word of protection and food. It was enough for him for now. He would move on if he found he would continue to make mistakes as he had but he would probably do it again, he had once been an alpha himself, and even though he was a slave for many months and had been broken... he felt that his daughter was far more important than anything else.

He was out here to get his mind off things and it seemed he had his mind on the subject he was leaving so much that he didn’t know how he got so far from his pack. He stopped and blinked, getting his bearings. He could smell pack lands around here, but as he was new to these northern parts he had no idea what packs stood where. His curiosity would get the better of him, but he did not get too close to any of the packs he noticed. He would learn about them one way or another, even if he didn’t find another soul in the area before he went home he would still know their locations and other ideas about them soon enough by just tracking around their border area, but he was hurting and he would do that with some rest. It was evening now and he could see the sun nearing the horizon. He sighed as he found a tree to lean against and let himself slide down it and watch the western skies.

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Table by Gen
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The afternoon had come and gone, passed through training and contemplation. Returning from the Wilderness, the Nomad Shepard and her vulture companion conversed as they traveled, pausing only to take note of the west setting sun.

The Issor pointed to the glowing body and made a sound for her companion to understand. Bright, warm, glowing and strong. Warm...she repeated these words in a tune he would comprehend and encouraged that he mirror them in a way her ears would understand. Trial and error, it was the basis of their relationship as it had been with the owls now trained to the sound of her voice regardless of its octave. But the bird's stubborn nature showed through when he was taken by frustration. But still she encouraged him to try, then eventually let him rest to watch the sun slip below the treetops. The facade of their home lied before them, looking little more than a dark structure cutting through the violet and red-orange sky. Beautiful, she added to his lesson. Warm... and beautiful.

But what he spoke of was a dark shape. A tree with a lump against it. Strange...foreign. Perhaps a creature, she reasoned with her companion, then extended her arm in gesture for him to survey this oddity. He turned his nimble head and briefly plucked a red strand from her loose wild, tresses then took off from her shoulder to better see what he could only glimpse. With hair in beak, he glided the distance to the trees coming swiftly, remaining aloft and circling overhead, riding the dwindling cool winds to keep himself at a safe height. In his sights below was an autumn shape, large against the trunk of a tree...seemingly still. He opened his beak to screech for his master, the hair slipping free and floating down toward the lone form. Against the tree, he called...large and bright. In his broken attempt he sounded "...wolf...".

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Out of Character

WC: 245/ OOC: I had to have him find it lolol. ohhh perdy!


In Character

The pain in his leg was growing rather than diminishing, but that was what he expected of course. The makings of arthritis when his bone was not put in correctly. He payed no heed to it. If he got any sleep he wouldn’t have to worry about the pain. He did what he could to mask it, cursing the bitch that had done it in the first place, then cursing Mars for getting him injured before so he couldn’t defend himself as well if he had been in full health. He cursed himself for just being a weakling.

His attention went to a shape above him. He looked up to see a bird in the sky. Its sillouette dark against the sky, but he was sure it was a buzzard, “Go away I’m not dead.” He growled knowing the animal would not understand him but it seemed to see that he was alive and turned. That was when he felt something drop onto his leg. He raised an eyebrow and cocked his head, his attention on that piece of hair. Was that from the things last meal? It seemed so precise, and as one strand, it still had a smell to it, a clean lively smell. He picked up the fur seeing it was longer than his own, and twirled it in his fingers, what were the odds of one strand falling on his leg like that, he wondered.

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The creature below was still very much alive. At least alive enough to protest the winged death’s presence. But it mattered little to the bird as he continued to hang aloft, calling again to his handler that something…large resided against a tree.

With swift step the Nomad came to heed her companion’s call, responding with short bursts of sound to encourage the bird back to her arm. But it maintained its position, shouting its new word until ocher eyes fell upon the cause of the nameless companion’s distress. It was a wolf just as he said, but a rather large one at that. A beast that wore the weathered garb of many seasons, yet had the enlightenment of experience within his eyes. Quickly letting her eyes wander of him, she spied her stolen lock in his possession and felt the fine ridge along her nape and back rise as a chill coursed its length.

“Sir…” the she-wolf halted her advance and maintained a respectable distance from the wanderer. The scent of pack clung to him but only finely. The essence being that of a pack she knew of but as a show of etiquette would not assume unless the information was offered. Before the elder male, she lowered her head and flattened her ears in humble presentation as was demanded by her culture, and kept it bowed until she was acknowledged. “Sir…pardon my interruption. I hope my companion has not disturbed you.”

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Out of Character

WC: 336/ OOC: he is desperately hoping she can read XD


In Character

Shaw was busy identifying the fur when its owner came closer to her, he saw her, but made no move. He was not on anyone’s territory and he knew he would be a goner if she attacked him as he couldn’t even run, so he would fight if he had to but for now he would stay as expressionless as he could. His eyes finally rose up to her when she spoke, calling him sir, oh how he wished he could laugh but at the moment he was feeling down, as though death really were on his doorstep. She continued after giving him what seemed like a respectful bow, or just humbling, whatever it was her head went down and ears flattened and he watched her wordless; then up at the bird, a brow raised wondering if the animal was bothering him He looked down at the woman again and shrugged, then shook his head.

He never had an oppertunity to introduce himself, since coming back to the area, especially in New Dawn he was known. Well for the most part and had help with Zalen and Sky and some others. His name would be known enough so he would not have to introduce himself. Now he was out in the open lands where anyone could chance upon him, thankfully not the pack that had been responsible for his tongue and many of his scarred features and especially his broken and half-assed set leg. He locked his jaw thinking of how to present her with his name His foot move along the dirt and he looked down. An idea forming in his mind He put up a finger for her to wait and then formed the letters of his name, he did it upside down so that she could read it, though the a was made wrongly though distinctly one, and once he was finished he put an arrow in it pointing straight at him. Then he nodded in satisfaction and smiled at her.

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She hadn’t thought silence to be so unnerving until she was met with it this extensively. Had she done something wrong, she wondered. Her ears fell back with the unpleasant assumption and head further lowered in self reprimand for her lack of courtesy. She would do what she could to remedy the situation, if only she knew how she had caused the offense.

But the large male did not seem to be displeased with her…just silent. He shrugged his shoulders and tried to pull himself up and began…drawing? The Nomad had seen something of the like before, but assumed it was a kind of art. By why now? An exhibition? Perhaps he was a wandering artist. Unfortunately the woman hadn’t a sense of art to judge the work by, but humored the elder with an appeasing smile as she looked down at the work to comment.

“It looks very nice,” she commented sincerely, feeling brave enough to raise her head again. “Does it have a meaning, sir? It represents something?” Though she was not one to ask so many questions, she hoped at some point he would grant her with the sound of his voice and perhaps a name she might call him by.

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Out of Character

WC: 264/ OOC: He's trying!!


In Character

He finished writing his name and looked up at her hopeful but his luck ran low and she couldnt read what he wrote. In fact she thought it was a drawing. He gave a slight groan of unhappiness. Writing was the best form of communication he had and now with the woman who stood before him, he had to slowly try to get his point across so he did his best to say the short form of his name. "saw" he said butchering his own name one index finger over his mouth as though trying to shush someone, and with his free hand pointed to his chest. He wasn’t sure if she would understand the gestures, but it was all he could do. By now the woman who stood over him would tell that he had no tongue or was a simpleton of some sort.

He looked over at her in hopes this time she was understanding what he was trying to say. After so many years of beign able to speak, and sometimes sing, and his voice had carried as an alpha, it hurt to know he could never speak properly again and it was at moments like this that he knew why communication was so very important. He felt useless wretched and dumb just because he couldn’t seem to make himself clear to the woman before him. Perhaps he should have Sky with him, but that was a stupid idea he thought scoffing at himself. To expect anyone to follow him around translating what he was trying to say....

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She wasn't too keen on games like this, but for the sake of appeasing the elder, she was all for trying. With a deep breath, she tried again to understand the drawing, seeing the look of frustration due to her lack of comprehension. Her ears draw back and gaze softened in apology, but was suddenly taken by shock when he attempted to speak. She had caught only a glimpse of what was 'not' there that should have been and then she understood.

Oh, now she was just being cruel! Trying to get the male to speak when he was unable to. Quickly the woman threw up her hands in an effort to get him to stop trying to speak. "Oh sir!...I'm sorry!" she whined, feeling her actions were inconsiderate to the elder. She had never tried to communicate with a mute before, but knew that there were those born without the use of their voice. But to see a wolf with his tongue cut...well... this was something new all together. But how by the Ancestors was he going to speak if not with the use of his tongue? And she poorly understood his drawings...

A softly nibble at her ears turned her attention to her companion, staring with gleaming intelligent eyes as if the answer resided within him. He couldn't talk as she did... but they were able to communicate in a sense. Sound and gesture...just as the Exultare were prone to. But the Nomad began to doubt herself. It had been such a while since she even tried. A few gestures here and there, but anything else... Though it was not an impossibility...

So she tried, centering on a single word then assuming various pitches and octaves hoping that one would be understood. Over and over she repeated what she hoped was the intended word. 'Name'. Over and over again she tried, hoping her primitive voice had not suffered total atrophy.


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