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The fields were destroyed by the dominating vegetation, and Dohi was a little saddened by the fact. It was peculiar, he supposed, how he had ended up in yet another cemetery — there must be many in the area for him to end up in two in the same week — but this time, both Adonvdo and Nvwadohiyadv accompanied him. The osprey was perched on one of the horse's two saddle bags (Dohi had become nomadic to await Ayegali's decision) and the Appaloosa stepped lazily amongst the hidden grave stones and through the tangled foliage. Dohi merely sat upon the broad, bare back of his mount, trusting the intelligent animal to bring him where he would. The werewolf himself was locked deep in thought, unable to properly figure out if he supported living amongst many Luperci or not.
Of course, his past proved that the Others weren't exactly trustworthy. They had attacked the tribe with no provocation, and they had killed his parents. The wolf spirit in Dohi raged about it still, and tore apart his inner sanctum that held his peaceful core secure. He would never truly get over it, but he had built himself a sacred need and love of tranquility. In doing so, the man had also built away his rage and could trust other wolves again. He was patient beyond belief, even with those he didn't know, and torn as he was on the inside, it was never evident.
So should he accept the Others internally as well as externally, or should he keep to himself his discontent about trusting other werewolves to not harm their tribe again? Most of him wholeheartedly went for the former; some of him, however, hung back on the latter and wondered if it would be too open. [/html]
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Her little figure led Aidan, a large milk chocolate mustang, through fields and rock and hills. She had traveled a long way and was waiting for her leader to find territory for the Tribe. Many of her family and friends had yet to arrive in the new lands, being so attached to the Tribe land where they had be born and raised to. Her bow was sling over a right shoulder, her warrior marked side, and her arrows were sling in a container tied to the saddle. Her feet were bare and red, rough thanks to the rocks and tough earth she had walked on in her travels.
If you were to look and take in this young red wolf's face you would notice her split personality. Her left was marked with pretty tattoo's, and had three beautiful piercings. While her right had two warrior lines under her eye and two plain silver studs in her ear. This was not just a fashionable look for the wolfess, it was who she was. Her body in general was fragile looking and small, standing at a grand 5"5 as a full humanized Luperci and her pretty tattoo's would make you think she was a very nice, sweet lady with a breakable body. Not this girl. To anyone who dared to put her down, think she was breakable, she had proven other wise. On the other side though she had a heart made for family and the Tribe. She loved every member she had grown up with like a parent, brother or sister.
Jaya, her Galapagos Hawk, landed on her right shoulder. He was a beautiful animal, typical of the Amara's to have a bird for a Spirit Guide. His brown body and light brown eyes helped him blend into his surroundings and his gentle thoughts kept Asha calm when she was upset. Jaya had been her companion for a few months now and their bond had been strong a steel since they had first met. He was her opposite, the calming, thinking type. The hawk had guided her through the past few months, flying high to show her the way, wherever they may go. One thing you should know though, do not make Jaya's temper raise or you'll have to deal with a angry wolf and bird, not always the best idea. She stopped as she entered a dark place, a cemetery. Scenting Dohi, a fellow tribe member. Moving forward, Aidan following close behind, she found him wandering. "Hey there stranger!" She yipped through the silence. This was one of the wolves she had grown up with so she would never greet him unfamiliarly.
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The tuxedo smiled warmly at Asha when she spoke, though he couldn't say he wasn't surprised to see her around there. It was ironic that he meet the newest arrival from the tribe in a graveyard, in some way — why were they all splitting up, anyway? — but he didn't think too much on it. When did you learn to appear out of thin air? he asked with a chuckle, rubbing a hand across one broad shoulder for a moment to dispel a sudden stinging sensation that pricked at his muscles there.
Is the rest of the tribe finally here, then?
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