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Adonvdo was somewhere back in the fields just outside the city, but Nvwadohiyadv and Dohi had been far too curious both to stay anywhere out of it. Never before had he seen something quite as interesting, and while it held an eerie air about it and was more foreboding than anything he had ever felt before, he was still drawn inward. There was a pocket here, a place where life stood still even while dilapidation increased with the growth of more weeds. The osprey that flew overhead was almost as uneasy as the lycan who walked among the ruin, but while his unease grew with every step further, the osprey's melted away. Perhaps she had spotted the place he was sensing.
By the time he found it, he already wanted to leave. The place calling his inner peace sanctity was, ironically, a cemetery. These, he knew to be places of the dead, and could almost not believe that the centre of tranquility here was among dead bodies. No matter; Dohi was fearful of very little, and when he did fear, he did everything possible to calm his core so that he wouldn't show it. Here he both feared and felt. The serenity and the calm called to him; the fact that he was lulled so by dead people was disconcerting.
Nonetheless, he hopped the fence where part of it had been cut away and entered the graveyard with the sole intention of sitting under the nearest tree and meditating where peace seemed to collect. Perhaps it was an omen that peace and tranquility were dead and no more, but he didn't believe that to be true. Nothing had happened since they had left their home that would give him such doubts.
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He had never seen anything (something?) like this before. Stones and strange structures-- small buildings and- were those humans with wings?- all crowded into one area. It smelled strange, looked strange, felt strange. Barthélémy did not know what to make of it all, any of it. These strones were different from the ones that made the larger structures, but Barthélémy did not know what those were, either. The entire place was frightening and worrying, and he wished he had not gotten lost in this strange place. It frightened him in a way nothing else had before, in the sense that he simply did not know. He did not know what it was, what the stones were for, or why the area felt so... spooky.
He shivered; he hated ghosts. His sister had been friends with a ghost when she was little, and Barthélémy had always been worried the ghost would see him (or worse, his sister), so he had always tried to avoid the two of them. No one else had been able to see the ghost-- only Barthélémy (and his sister of course). But why did this place remind him of ghosts, and more importantly, his sister? He had come to find her, to talk to her, to ask her questions, to... to what? Even he did not know. Maybe he would find her here.
He frowned, then glanced up as he heard the sound of another creature approaching, unable to move. He remained still, silent, frozen, watching the stranger for a few moments before deciding to speak. "Sa... sa... Bonjour, je regrette, mais... qu'est-ce que ç'est?"
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Sorry, I'll do that. I don't normally need to use post tags. xD; Hover over the Cherokee for translations. 
[bic] you never meant a word of it
His tree of choice was a tall elm that seemed almost out of place in the cemetery, one he could agree with: This place was not homely at all. He sat himself beneath it, crossing his legs with an elegance that didn't fit his large size, and placed his palms face-down on his knees. He leaned back against the tree and closed his eyes, his ears lowering themselves against his scruffy black hair. Nvwadohiyadv, he whispered, pulling meaningful words out of his native tongue and speaking them as if they were going to grant his tribe some of what he asked for. Naguse. The hunts would need to be successful here, and plentiful, if the tribe were to prosper in the New Land. Sidanelvhi.
At that point, the strange and beautiful words met his ears and his concentration shattered. Some wolves might have been utterly upset and perhaps angry over such an occurrence, but Dohi didn't feel anything more than a slight regret that he hadn't managed to finish in time. He was faced with a man of several colours, all varieties of off white, with bright blue eyes. Dohi hadn't properly caught the fluid words, but he had noticed that they were spidery; a language he couldn't understand. The language barrier would be a problem, but perhaps if he made it obvious that he spoke English too, assuming this cemetery walker could do so also, they would be able to communicate a little.
The peaceful wolf smiled warmly up at Barthélémy and pressed his back further against the supportive elm. I can not understand your tongue, he informed the werewolf, the apology dancing brightly in his eyes. I apologise. Can you talk English? Then he paused a moment and tacked hopefully on the end, Gawonihisdi?
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[html] Hehe, thanks. :3
He could hear the wolf whispering things to himself, things he could not really hear nor comprehend. His words were strange and thick, with too many sounds and more stops and pauses to pronounce the hard letters than what Barthélémy was accustomed to. Barthélémy did not think the stranger was speaking to him, but simply saying things (what sort of things?) to himself. He remained silent, not wanting to intrude, hoping the other creature would acknowledge him, approve of his presence.
Barthélémy waited, slightly surprised when the male looked up to see him. The stranger's gaze became focused as it lingered on Barthélémy's face for a few moments. The stranger did not say anything and Barthélémy did not think to say anymore more, either. The silence remained for a few moments until the stranger spoke, this time in other words. Barthélémy flattened his ears slightly, again, unsure what the stranger was saying. Again, the words were unfamiliar, and Barthélémy could not tell if they were the same as what he had been mumbling the first time, or if they were different. The blue-eyed luperci glanced around nervously, unsure what to say. He could not understand the stranger, and apparently, the stranger could not understand him. "Je m'appelle... Barthélémy Aston." He gestured toward himself with a paw and an awkward smile. Je suis désolé, mais... je ne comprende pas, je. Pourriez-vous parler lentement et clairement, s... s'il vous plaît? Je- je ne... parle pas... votre langue..." He grimaced, unsure if the stranger could understand him, but he attempted to pronounce his words clearly, without stumbling too much. He had hoped this male could help him, but he did not think that would be all that possible if he could not even understand what the other male was saying.
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He listened patiently to the spidery language of the foreign wolf, but he was unable to understand any of it beyond the name. Barthélémy Aston? he repeated with warmth, his eyes lighting up slightly; at least he could understand that much. He placed a broad hand on his own chest and, slower than normal (as requested, though he didn't know it), he said, Dohi Ulagahasti. It meant "peaceful fall" but if he was to add that, it might throw the wolf off even more. He kept with his namesake perfectly, which was, perhaps, a little strange. Dohi didn't want to upset anybody and, given the language barrier, he would do anything to make sure he didn't mess up.
I can't understand, he repeated, slower than before, and sadly shaking his head slowly. Then he gestured to Barthélémy and asked, again a margin slower, Are you new here? and as he said the final word, he gestured around them; he hoped at least some of the words sounded similar to his own. He was undeniably upset that he couldn't communicate well with the creamy man, but at the same time he knew it was probably a positive experience that they were trying. [/html]
[html] This thread makes me happy. :3 I hope you don`t mind how slow it`s going-- I`m trying to keep it realistic due to the language barrier. <3
Well, at least the stranger understood a bit of what he had said. He was lucky that the creature that been able to pick up on that, for he did not know if the other male would simply think he name were another word. Like words, it had a meaning, but was a different sort. He nodded quickly when the other male repeated his name, grinning widely. He finally felt like he had accomplished something with the stranger, and was glad that he could at least pick his name out of the rubble of words.
He tilted his head slightly when the other spoke again. Dohi Ulagahasti, the stranger had said. Barthélémy frowned. "Êtes-vous Dohi Ulagahasti?" He reached out with his one paw to gesture to the other, trying not to stumble over the word the other male had given him, but ultimately failed. The words themselves used sounds he had never heard, with a strange 'h' sound that he had not heard before. In the end, he pronounced it, removing the 'h' almost entirely. The second word was more difficult, and it came out as a mush of nothing. He winced, rather embarassed he could not repeat the other canine's words.
He frowned as the other canine spoke once more, tilting his head slightly. He said it slower this time, and again, Barthélémy was unsure of the meaning of his words. Barthélémy flinched as the male gestured toward him, glancing around nervously when the gesture was extended around them. He tilted his head slightly, frowning, unsure what to say. In the end, he only laughed nervously and shrugged.
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He grinned broadly, despite feeling a little bit hopeless about not being able to understand his new acquaintance. He turned his body a little bit to look up at the tree that stood there beside him, and nodded his head a little. Close enough. He hadn't expected the french man to be able to fully pronounce the name, as he was certain he'd killed the name of the other just as efficiently, but it was all a matter of practice. Patience won out in the end, and he knew if he waited long enough, things would come around. There was always the slightest possibility that Barthélémy was toying with him, but the AniWaya wolf found it hard to believe, and dismissed the idea altogether.
Tree, he said slowly, patting a hand affectionately against the trunk. He turned expectant eyes to his Aston companion, smiling as he moved so his back was against the bark once more, and brushed his fingers against the ground. Ground. He would have asked the man to sit with him, but he was sure it would make no sense so, instead, the tuxedo wolf patted the ground invitingly. [/html]
[html] Barthélémy laughed nervously in reply to the stranger's comment, unsure what he had said, but feeling a little more at ease nonetheless. The other male's wide grin reassured him that he had done something right, and this tidbit of information was enough to make him feel a little less uncomfortable. The stranger's smile did not seem threatening, but rather, encouraging, so he took it for a positive sign. Perhaps he was getting somewhere after all.
He flicked his ears forward, eyes trained on the spot Dohi motioned to. He glanced from the tree to the other wolf's mouth, trying to see how he formed the word as he said it. The sound was not completely foreign to him-- it sounded much like qui, but with a 'tr' in front instead of a 'q.' "Tree," he attempted, nodding pointedly at the tree. "Arbre," he noted, nodding again to the tree, this time saying it in his native tongue. "Ç'est-à-dire un arbre," he informed Dohi.
Again, Dohi motioned to something, and said the word. He brushed his hand against the ground, dragging his claws through the dirt. "Ground," he repeated, struggling to make the sounds. "Ground. Terre. Ç'est-à-dire le terre," he said with a quick nod. He glanced from Dohi, to his hand, to the ground, and back to the wolf, trying to decipher the movement of his hand. Oh, he realized with a start. He wants me to sit with him. Barthélémy grinned and trotted closer, then sat down rather abruptly, seating himself a metre away from the other male so he could still see him well enough to 'converse' with him.
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He nodded encouragingly at the words, even though they didn't exactly sound right — he had a bit of an accent himself — because at least the words were right. He knew he wouldn't make such good work of the other's native language, and when the words were given to him, he tried to hold on to the spidery sounds. He ultimately failed and struggled through the first: Ar-arrbe? Arb...Rrrrre? Something like that. Arbrrre? Dohi was surprised at how difficult it was, and when the new barrage of words came his way, he braced himself to thoroughly butcher the language. Sess tah deer un arbrre? Yeah, he sucked at this game. But none the less, he was smiling at his own failure; never was he one for heavy-heartedness.
The next word, he decided, was a lot easier, and he repeated it almost perfectly, without Barthélémy's intricate accent, though he did say, terre, more slowly than he would have liked to. He didn't even attempt the sentence again, having thoroughly killed it last time. I'm not very good at this game, he admitted, though he knew the wolf wouldn't understand him.
So, instead, he placed one finger square upon the end of his snout and instructed, nose.
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Barthélémy giggled quietly at the male's attempts, amused to see that he was not the only one having trouble with pronouncing foreign words. He supposed it would be more difficult for Dohi to try and pronounce his words, since one of the ways he spoke was so... different. It almost all sounded the same to Barthélémy, but he could detect a difference in a few words. At some points, Dohi had used words full of harsh sounds and consonants, but he had changed those words to other ones, ones that had the word 'tree' and 'ground' in them. Barthélémy liked those better-- they were easier to understand compared to the other things Dohi had said.
Barthélémy couldn't help but giggle again when Dohi attempted the sentence. Dohi seemed to like using the letter 's' and 'r' more than he needed to, and rather than pronouncing c'est as 'say,' he said it more like 'sess.' He wondered if it really did sound like that to someone else, and how much he was mangling the other's language. He nodded encouragingly when Dohi tried to pronounce ground in Barthélémy's tongue, finding it much easier. Barthélémy tilted his head, unsure what the male said, unable to differentiate one sound from another. "Ahm nawt verree goo-ood ah theeh..s gay-eem," he said, then giggled quietly. "Nose?" he asked. "Nez! he said cheerfully. "Nose, nez, nose, nez." He liked this word. It sounded a lot more like the way he said it.
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Dohi laughed when Barthélémy mimicked the sentence, and the hearty laughter got even more heavy when the French Luperci started alternating between the two words. Nez! That one, too, was much easier for him. It was a little upsetting that they couldn't have a good, strong conversation, but somehow, this was more fun. The AniWayan male was silent for a moment, thinking of the next thing he could bring up. It took a moment to choose out of everything, but he eventually pointed to his eye, opting it as the best.
Eye, he instructed. He wouldn't have minded learning Barthélémy's language, but he had never met anyone else who spoke it; it would be, he figured, almost as useful as his Cherokee. Nobody but his tribe could understand their native tongue, and that restricted his communication to them in that respect. The tribe, though, functioned differently than other Luperci communities seemed to.
Packs were unusual in structure here. Mouth, he said next, tracing his own lips with a gentle brush of his finger.
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[html] Bahhh, I do that too, sometimes. I keep forgetting to switch it at the beginning, since I forgot to do it at the end... -dies-
Barthélémy followed Dohi's example, laughing along with the other male. Clearly, Dohi found it just as amusing as Barthélémy had, and he was glad the other canine shared his sense of humour. If anything, Dohi's openness and willingness to try to teach him some of the words of the local dialect showed what kind of wolf he was, but his ability to laugh along comforted Barthélémy even more. He was glad he had found someone like this, even if he was a little embarassed, and felt a little silly.
"Ayeee," he repeated, frowning when he realized he had not said it exactly like Dohi had. His accent kept making the words sounds different, twisting them into other things. "Eye... œil." He indicated to his one eye, trying to hold up one finger, then realizing he was still in his Lupus form. He frowned, then tried gesturing at his one eye. "Œil," he said, indicating the singular form. Then, he pointed to each of his eyes, and stated, "yeux, so Dohi knew that it was the plural form. He watched as Dohi pointed at his mouth, and attempted to say the word. "Mowwth," he repeated, again, noticing the difference in how it was said. "Mowth, gueule," he stated with a nod.
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