Syd
MSN: pmsingtiger@hotmail.com
Mahlouk
1 year
Male
Luperci
This isn't my first character
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Mahlouk's ears perked his heart beat with a rythem in his strong scarred chest. Ears laied flat on his skull as his eyes absent of the black pupils so many had. His only posestion sat on the ground at his large paws, it was a brown traditinal teddy bear, worn with some holes in it. Mahlouk took a deep breath of the air around him, the bear named boo against his paws where he could see it. A thick deer skin collar hung from his neck with tags sporting his name. Scars covered his white pelt leaving only small portions untouched. Every image had been engraved then sauterized into his pelt. It had only been a week since his tribe had gave him his last one, the wolf scar on his ribe cage.
His large fluffy tail wrapped around his front paws as he sat in the pack lands. The smell of other wolfs brought a sense of dread to his young gut. Ever since he was a pup his tribe had told him he was the myth keeper. They carved the stories into his hide one at a type so to prezerve their tales, every time they had wounded him they had told him the story of the scar. All the stories lined his mind awaiting to be presented to open ears.
He wanted nothing more then to go home to his tribe. Mahlouk knew that wasn't going to happen, he had gotten lost and going back now would be the death of him, at least here he would have a tribe to settle down in. An emotionless face look around seeing no one. His once white fur was now stained orange and light pink in places from his blood. The teal tattoos around his left eye was the only other color in his pelt. With a deep voice he spoke to the bear at his feet. "Boo I think this is home." His deep intimidating vocals rumbled as he stared down at the stuffed animal missing a buttoned eye.
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"Boo." It was the only part of the speech that the raven woman's ears caught, the rest seemed just a garbled mess, likely caused by the fact that she was so far away and passing through the dry brush that now littered the majority of her lands. The voice, she decided, couldn't have come from very far away, and if Dawali hadn't accepted anyone recently, it likely meant that there was a stranger lurking. Curious now, cautious even, Ayegali turned from the small shelter of trees, out toward the fence that lined the majority of their main territory. It was likely that the stranger was at the borders, but she wouldn't know for certain until she managed to pick up their scent.
It was an easy journey since the snow had finally melted away for the most part, leaving only moist ground to cushion her steps. Before long she reached the fence, trailed down the path of the barbed wires, until the point that the faint breeze brought the stranger's scent to her. It was certainly not anyone from her tribe, not even anyone that she recalled ever meeting, and these facts caused the Kalona's pace to quicken, taking her past the point where they had torn away a small portion of the fence that contained them.
It didn't take her long to spot the bundle of white, silver eyes immediately focusing in on him, though what she found worried her more than the fact that there was a stranger lurking. Scars, and not just random ones either. Shapes and places that seemed almost deliberate, on a boy that seemed barely a year old, if that. "Hello.." Her words were slow, uncertain, and her steps followed the same path of her words, slowing as she neared and stopping but a few feet away. It wasn't until closer inspection that she noticed the bear there at his feet, though her eyes drew away from it quickly and back to examining the scars that littered his body. "Can I help you with something?"
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Mahlouk sat looking down at boo every now and then before looking around the terrain. His pupiless eyes caught sight of the dark female as she came close to him. Mahlouk's emotionless face didn't change, but when he saw her eyes go to boo his paw moved to shove the bear under his belly. He didn't like people seeing boo, the last time some one had they had torn his arm off. Now that boo was hidden he looked at the female before him with his light blue eyes.
She seemed important maybe a high rank in her tribe. He saw her eyes traced over the many images of his body. Mahlouk didn't really see why it was of so much interest to her. Her tribe had to have a myth keeper. The she wolfs words made him look down at boo shly before looking back up at her. "Mahlouk has lost his old tribe, and he needs a new one." His deep voice rumbled strong and flat, leaving no space for emotion. His strong eyes never wavered as they watched the female.
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Her eyes only strayed from the scars on his body at the moment that he moved, sliding the bear away from sight to sit beneath him. A curious action, she thought, and wondered for a moment if the young male was embarrassed of his friend. Disregarding the action for the time, though, she turned her attention back to the white stranger in front of her. "Mahlouk." She tested the name, quiet for a moment before speaking again. "I am Ayegali and this place is AniWaya, my tribe." She explained, still curious of his markings. She knew what they were, perhaps what a few of them meant, but it wasn't their custom to scar them straight into the bodies of members. Dyes and paints, and he was so so young.
"How did you lose your tribe, Mahlouk?" She asked then, wondering if it might have anything to do with his, purposeful, unique appearance. "And your friend.." She motioned very faintly to the now hidden bear. "He came with you from your tribe?" Her tone and words were genuine and held no hint of patronization. He was a young one, that was for certain, and it was possible that he had simply been separated from his tribe. She wouldn't know until he answered, though.
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Mahlouk was cautious with the women. He didn't want her to find a reason to turn him away. His strange eyes didn't move from the she wolf just incase she would dissapear. He was sure she wanted to take Boo from him, or at least see him. Louk was afraid she would demand his bear if it came down to that he was prepared to protect Boo against danger. With the same blank face he listened to her questions thinking them over.
Embarrassment consumed him with her question. How he had lost his past, he hadn't wanted to tell, but if he told a lie it would be found out and his sin would be great. "Mahlouk wandered from the tribe that day, the day they wanted to give him a new story a new image." Admitting to this made him look down at boo who was slightly hidden between his legs. The bear was all he had left of his family. Sorrow nipped at his heart thinking of his mother and father. "Boo came with Mahlouk. No one knows about Boo."
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Even as he explained to her why he was gone from his tribe, she still wondered what exactly it was. It didn't seem as if he had gotten lost, more like wandered away meant that he had run away, but it wasn't anything that she could be sure of. Stories were important, she knew. Knowing them and carrying them were just as important, but she couldn't help but wonder if they had ever stopped a moment to think that it might be cruel to carry them in such a way. "And you didn't want to add a new story?" Her question seemed passive, innocent, but she truly wanted to know if it was his opposition to adding a story that made him wander away from his tribe.
"We have stories also." She explained, lifting a leg so that the dark red markings that laced her black fur could be seen. "We all carry our stories here, with paint and dye on our fur." They weren't so unlike his tribe, at least in some ways. She wanted to comfort him, to coddle him like a child and feel angry for him, but he seemed so distant, she didn't know how he felt. The motherly instinct of an aging woman, perhaps. "If you would like, Mahlouk, you and Boo can live here." She nodded her head at that, feeling as if she didn't need to hear much more from him to know that he was meant to stay with them. "What is it that you like to do Mahlouk? Do you like your stories, or something else?"
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His ears still laied flat on his skull as he watched the women. She didn't seem to be mad at him. When he had wondered from the pack that day he had meant to come back, he had been afraid. The feeling of them carving into him made mahlouk bow his head in shame. Mahlouk shook his head no and responded. "No Mahlouk loves his stories, just not the pain." His strange eyes looked down at boo as he said this. His tribe would have found this as a disgrace.
The mentioning of stories with paint and dye made his ears finally perk forward. He could still have the stories but with out the pain? The idea of it made his heart pound in his chest from excitement. "Stories with paint? Mahlouk won't have to bleed anymore?" His question was still in his deep lumbersom voice little to no emotion present on his face, but it was showing through his his words.
Finally she said what he had been waiting to hear. "Mahlouk and boo can stay!?" his tail almost wagged at that. "Mahlouk and Boo want to stay!" He said with just as much excitment as before. Grabbing boo gently from between his legs he held the bear gently by the scruff as if it was a mother and a pups relationship. "Mahlouk will tells stories! All his stories and this tribes stories!" Even with his great joy his face didn't show it, only his deep voice. He paused with boo in his mouth and looked down so not to meet the beautiful black females eyes. "Mahlouk doesn't know how to do anything else." He admitted with what seemed like shame. His last tribe would only let him be myth keeper not even able to attend pack hunts.
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There was pain in her eyes as the young man spoke but Ayegali did her best not to show it. He loved his stories, she supposed he would have to for him to even stand through that much, but wanting to share them and show them without pain was more than understandable in her eyes. "No, you won't have to bleed anymore." She assured him, smiling because of the knowledge that her words were truth. "We can teach you how to paint them on, on yourself and on those who might want to carry their own stories with them, if you like." It had been something that she had learned at some point during her childhood, something that she would have no qualms about teaching him.
"I would be very happy if you and Boo would stay. We have plenty of room here, plenty of people who will be happy to meet the both of you." There wasn't a doubt in her mind that he would be accepted right away, even his little friend Boo, who Ayegali would admit that she had some amount of adoration for. "And I think, since you love your stories so much, that you're fitting for a special title. It's something that we've not had around here for a long time. Kanohesgi Ihesdi, our story keeper." Of course, she would have to alert Dawali of the circumstance, though she was certain he would agree with her decision.
"You can still try other things though." She explained quietly, smiling the whole time. "Even if you're a story keeper, you can do whatever you like. I bet there are other things that you can do, you just haven't discovered them yet." She tried to sound encouraging. Even just from their short meeting she wanted so badly for him to be happy. His voice spoke millions of emotions and yet his face remained as if stone. There was no smile there, no bit of excitement showing through. "We want you and Boo to be happy here, so you do whatever it is that makes you happy, and that's okay with me."
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Mahlouk kept holding Boo between his teeth gently as he listened to the beautiful she wolf. Her kindness was something he hadn't seen much of in his old tribe. He had known love, but it had been survival of the fitest. The young male wolf remembered when he got one of his scars better then most. It was the giant 7 on his shoulder. He remembered holding Boo tightly between his paws and one of the bears arms in his maw. It had enraged one of the priests that he had carried such a weak item as a teddy bear.
The priest had pulled boo so hard away from Mahlouk that the bears arm and ripped right off. Usually having boo would keep Mahlouk from showing any pain during the scarrings, but when they ripped boo away he had cried the whole time they carved into him and sauterized the wound. His mother had been furious with the priests and had fixed boo that same day returning the bear to her son and holding him in her loving arms. If there was anyone Mahlouk missed it was his mother and her loving arms.
"Mahlouk would like to learn. Boo would like it too." He said with a happy tone but still a blank emotionless face. The leaders words made the male wolf wag his tail, his only true sign of great happiness and excitment. "Mahlouk and Boo will do good. We won't do bad." His large thick fluffy tail swaying behind him. So many things raced through his head. He felt like he was wanted, more then to be a walking canvas of the past. "Mahlouk wonders if he can hunt? He always wanted to hunt with his tribe, but was never aloud." His light blue pupilless eyes staied on this women, already feeling like he was accepted. His large deer skin collar swayed as he shifted from foot to foot.
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Ayegali hoped that, as time went on, Mahlouk would grow more comfortable with their tribe and the members within. She didn't want to put so much on him so quickly, but once he settled in she would seek to quell her curiosity. What else about his tribe was so different from her own? How had he been chosen to carry their stories as scars. How young had he been when it all started? There were to many questions in her head for her own good but, in the long run, it was the young man that she wanted to know more about. He had to have had a strong spirit to stay through everything that he had gone through and that, in and of itself, made the dark colored Kalona admire the young man.
Without a moment to think, the woman responded. "I know you'll both do good." Because what was a leader accepting members into her tribe if she didn't see something in them? If she didn't have faith in them all? "You just make sure that you and Boo find a good, safe place to stay first. "You can stay anywhere that you would like to. We even have tents that we could set up for you or help you dig a den in the ground, if that's what you like." She wanted him to get comfortable and settle in first, to not try and strain himself to prove his worth. She knew that he would do well, she could see his wish to good for them straight through, and she had no doubts that it would happen.
"Of course you can hunt." She told him, nodding her head faintly. "I think you will be very good at it, too." The length of his legs and the way that his body seemed to be built had been the second thing that she had noticed upon meeting him. Long, sturdy legs, and though she couldn't say so for certain, it very well might have meant that he could be the fastest traveler in AniWaya. "You both can come inside and look around the lands, if you like." It was their home also, after all.
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Mahlouk kept his tail wagging as he stood with boo in his mouth. Her words made his heart thump in a happy flop in his chest. If she thought he could hunt then the pack would let him! The idea of running with them and being apart of them was something he had always wished for. "Mahlouk and Boo will find a den and sleep ther. Mahlouk will make a bear move for him." He said in a confident voice. He was excited to know he would be able to take a home here and that he wouldn't be expected to have scars put upon his body anymore.
Her invitation made him walk a little closer to her and his eyes of light blue moved out to the venturing terrain. It was wide open space that he was now able to call his home. His last home had been much different then this one, and he was finding the change comforting then bad. Mahlouk looked at her again his face still showing no sign of what he was feeling. "Mahlouk would like that." Mahlouk put his nose to the females shoulder in thanks and pulling back quickly. "Mahlouk and Boo are thankful to Ayegali." He said in his deep voice with his pupiless eyes staring at her a mirror to his soul.
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Ayegali nodded her head in response to his words, keeping quiet for a moment before finally speaking up. "I can walk you into the lands, if you like." She smiled then. "Or if you prefer to go yourself, that would be fine, too." The need to protect him, to make certain that he was comfortable and happy, had grown in her stomach from the very first moments that they had spoken. She wanted him to be okay, wanted to see happiness in his face, in a smile, and it was more like an instinct to her suddenly.
"Maybe.." The woman began. "Once we show you how to paint your stories, you can help me with one." It would be a good experience, one that she hadn't even attempted herself, for fear of not doing them justice. "It's a story about a man and a woman, the two that led this tribe before I did. They were my parents and they died in battle." She told him. It was an important story, she was certain that he understood that by the little that she had just explained to him. "Maybe you can help me find a way to tell their story on my fur, since I've not been able to do so in the few years that they have been gone."
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Mahlouk couldn't help but twitch his ears and wag his tail and she told him that she would like to give him the chance to depict something special to her. His tail kept wagging boo still hanging from his maw. "Mahlouk would like that. Boo would like it to." He finished with a gentle nod of his head. He thought about it for a second while looking down not wanting to seem rude by looking her straight in the eyes all the time.
"Mahlouk would like to tell Ayegali one of his many stories. If she would like to listen to them." He said still looking down. He was happy and he was planning to make a great home and prove himself. Boo and he would make sure not to mess up this chance. He was embarrassed to be in front of her and have her know he ran away from his last tribe and only knew how to tell stories, but it helped that she seemed to be okay with it.
OOC:: well if you want to end it here we can ^-^
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"I would love to listen." She told him with a smile, pleased with how well things had already gone. "Maybe we can share stories." Ayegali decided then, that it was only fair if she told him stories of her own in exchange. "But for right now, let's show you home." The woman smiled once again, wider this time, and gave the young man a careful nudge with her nose, pressing it against his neck for a moment before finally turning away. Her pace was careful, slow, not wanting to leave Mahlouk and Boo behind.
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