Weaving a story of pity
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Mahlouk sighed his head resting on the ground only his butt fitting into his den. He never made one before and was sure it worked. Boo sat between his paws snuggled up against the male wolf. "Boo Mahlouk doesn't like the dark, he wishes his den was bigger." His face albet emotionless his heart was thumping wildly in his chest. Even if he knew how to protect himself and could protect himself from a preditor, Mahlouk didn't comprehend that and was still ultimatly afraid of the dark.

In his wolf form he pushed Boo closer to his head that lay on the ground. The night noises made him tense and his pupilless eyes look out into the woods wondering where the noises were coming from. Even if he was probably the scarriest looking thing out here he wasn't the bravest. Fear coiled in his young belly. "Boo Mahlouk is afraid." His deep lumbersoum voice projecting out as he lay in his small den.


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Two strong legs carried the male through the scenery, his thoughts giving him rest this night - he had a purpose with this particular night-walk. Most every night he let his legs move him at random while his mind worked around subjects that were his and his only, but tonight his stride had a wholly different character. Dawali was headed for the central fire, coming from the south - he'd been collecting smaller pieces of a certain type of wood, and needed better light and the test of fire to check if they were usable at all. Of course, he would never use the central fire for any such thing, as it was a ceremonial and spiritually holy place, although he would light his torch there, and carry it home to his hut. Lighting torches was acceptable, as he should know, being a medicine man of profession.


In half an hour he had traversed the distance, and soon a glaring torch was in his hands as he turned his nose in yet another direction, heading for his den. The heat was nice to his furs, for even though spring had come it could still easily be chilly in the night air, and Dawali liked it best when it was mild. His coat was thin, thinner than those of his gray cousins, and thus he felt most at ease in warmer environments. His feet moved purposefully and rapidly, one in front of the other, as his eyes keenly studied the ground for obstacles. The red wolf male was oblivious to the heavy smell of another male - all his energy was focused on getting to his destination as quickly as possible. After all, he'd spent hours down south today, traveled far, and he was keen to set his bottom down onto any seating at all to finish the job. The wood would need to be inspected, but the past few years he hadn't been mistaken, and did not expect to be so today. Thus reaching the den meant reaching sleep, and whilst he wasn't exhausted, he did welcome the warm embrace of his sleeping furs.




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The male wolf lay with his head on the ground and boo between his legs. His ears moved around and his tail twitched reslessly. He kept listening to the sounds around him they were reminding him of the past. Mahlouk's stomach churned from the memories of preist wolfs leaning over him during the day carving into his skin the whole pack watching them save the stories of the pack. So to make sure he didn't bleed out they left him there on the ground all night alone except for boo, listening to the sounds all around him, praying for morning to come.

Mahlouk pulled his paws closer to his head bringing boo closer. The whole time his face staied blank. The only since of uncomfort was his shifting pupiless eyes. The smell of wolf made his heart beat faster. Were they a pack wolf? Would they know he was part of the pack if they were? Or would they chase him out not knowing the lady Ayegali had let him stay. The scent and sound of the wolf moved ever closer until the bright light of fire could be seen. Mahlouk didn't move his head from the ground. "They won't notice us boo." The male wolf told the teddy bear.


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The decisive stride was broken as a voice, barely audible, spoke to his left, a six or seven yards away. Dawali stopped in his tracks, turned in the voice's direction, and swung the torch to light up in front of him. Three steps forward, and his eyes peered into the darkness. There was something there, quite light... His nose told him it was male, was it Lannen? Lannen's furs were white, and he'd stumbled across him in the evening before. Surely Lannen would have called out, though, with this torch in his hand it wasn't exactly hard to see Dawali. The male did not smell of Lannen either, so obviously it was someone else. He smelled of AniWaya, so Ayegali must have let another new person in. There weren't that many light-pelted males in this tribe, nor light-pelted wolves in general. As he stood there, trying to make out what he was staring at, Dawali spoke out, attempting contact. Why was he seeming to hide? Who's there? No matter how he swung his head he couldn't make out what was there some now 6 yards away. Hesitantly the male took another step forward and called out again.
My name is Dawali, who are you?



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The scarred male lay down continuing to listen. The night noises were making his ears turn about on his head and his heart pound in his chest. He pushed Boo even closer to his head afraid something would pop out and attack. He kept seeing horrible things happening in his mind. A giant beast snarling and taking Boo from him ripping the bear apart. Shivering it wasn't until the voice of another and it's light apporaching him made Mahlouk act.

Getting to his large paws he left Boo in the small den Making sure he would be out of site and safe. His always emotionless face staied that way as he looked out into the woods and saw the light. Moving from his pathetic den he went to the wolf that's voice he had heard. He didn't say anything, just walked until he found the wolf. Light blue pupiless watched the other. Mahlouk didn't give any sign of emotion in his face. His scarred sides moved with each breath he took. "Mahlouk, this one is Mahlouk." He said with a deep rumbling voice.


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Dawali waited as something ahead seemed to stir, and as the person came closer his head very nearly jerked backwards in surprise. What a sight, the male who now approaching him, with all those scars and a strange leather collar around his neck. The male's face showed no emotion, and Dawali would easily have assumed him a threat, had it not been for the familiar scent of AniWaya on his pelt. Ayegali knew better than to let the unsafe live among them. He looked like a soul who had seen more suffering than Dawali could imagine, because those scars could not possibly have come from battle, the sub-leader suddenly realized. In the shifting light of the torch, with darkness creeping in and fighting that little spark, the male looked truly intimidating.


He said nothing as he approached him, but when he stopped a dark voice grumbled out his name. Mahlouk? A strange name, for a strange wolf. He presented himself in third person, too, although that could be custom. For a male so young such as this Mahlouk, he bore heavy burdens on his back. Though his body and face could be perceived as threatening, Dawali had relaxed by now, but was puzzled. In a perverted way, he wished to know what had made the scars, but of course this was the business of the male before him, and him alone. Uncertain about what to say, Dawali quickly gave Mahlouk the greeting he gave everyone - a tip of the face, pointing his nose downwards, and keeping the position for about two seconds. Once his head was upright again, the red wolf spoke, quietly and in a kind voice. Nice to meet you, Mahlouk. Pausing, Dawali threw another glance onto the male's scars, and the weirdness of his eyes, before he continued. You are a new face, I can see that. When did you join our ranks?



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Mahlouk watched the male with strange eyes. He didn't know what to do around the other aniWayan. He was new to this pack, and the other male seemed like he was of high authority. Azure orbs flicked over the male, seeing the feathers and color of his coat. He looked to the torch of flames. Those flames made his stomach turn and horrible memories shift into his brain.

"Lay still Mahlouk. Pain is something you can bare." The white wolfs ears twitched as he listened to the priests words. Something in him wanted to bite the male, wanted to scream and tell him why he didn't have to endure the pain, instead he clutched boo closer to him. When the dagger first delved into his face he wanted to scream, instead he ground his teeth and closed his eyes tight a tear of pain rolling from his azure orbs. They carved and carved their image until they found it satisfactory. Yet even after they had pulled the knives away blood staining his coat, Mahlouk knew the fire was still to come. To retain the image they scarred they had to seal the wound shut quickly. Heat singed his fur and the young male finally screamed.

Mahlouk's emotionless face didn't show what was in his mind, but his legs quivered and his ears lay flat. He was sure this male wouldn't hurt him with the flames, but the feeling of being burnt never seemed to leave him. When a question arouse the scarred male looked away shrugging his large but young shoulders. "Mahlouk can not perceive time well: not long ago." He said in his deep voice not giving much information, stay guarded. His fear about other male wolves was boundless. Males had only ever caused him pain, they intimidated him, angered his soft soul. Mostly they just scared him.


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Still the scarred face before him was blank, not showing a trace of emotion, but the body of Mahlouk betrayed him. Ears flattened at the sight of the torch, and somehow Dawali thought he could vaguely see four legs trembling, those too covered in scars. For a moment the light-pelted one said nothing, but then responded in the same way as he had spoken earlier - shortly, in third person, and with a broken sentence. Dawali tipped his head to the side, increasingly puzzled. Perhaps he had woken the male up, and thus should leave, but something told him that was not the case. Unless, of course, Mahlouk spoke in his sleep. Whoever the male had been speaking to was not here, though, as Dawali smelled no one but themselves.


Since Mahlouk obviously didn't seem happy with the torch, Dawali changed hands with it and swung it to the side, so it would not be so close to him. Something about the way the male behaved told Dawali that it was not simply a lack of intelligence, or a lack of enthusiasm, that caused him to behave like this. Perhaps he was retarded, although he seemed to be able to move himself fine. Glancing again at all the scars that ran across him like veins on the underside of a leaf, Dawali concluded that whatever it was, it probably had something to do with that. what person would sit still and gladly take the pain of someone carving into their skin? The red wolf was quite certain he did not wish to know. Making sure the torch was a comfortable distance away from them, but still giving them some light, Dawali spoke again, still trying to keep a conversation up. Welcome, then. His yellow eyes peered through the darkness and towards the place Mahlouk had come from, but he could see nothing - the darkness was too dense. Is this where your den is, Mahlouk?


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Mahlouk watched the mans eyes trace over his skin. His eyes trailing over his scars. The white male felt akward under the gaze of the other. He didn't want to feel like he was different then the other male. He watched the males eyes go to where his den was, where boo was kept to continue sleeping. "The den is his." He said with a deep rumble his eyes falling to look down and no longer straight at the male. Old formalities came to mind and he followed them.

He remembered in his last pack that he was not able to look up into the eyes of his pack members. His eyes they said would steal the souls of the innocent and strong. He had been required to look down avoiding eye contact with most. "Mahlouk will show you." He said turning his large body to move back to his den. It was a pitiful thing, to small for his large body. It had been the first time he had ever needed to make a den.
Boo was leaning against the wall of the home the only thing there other then the dirt on the ground.


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Those strange eyes were diverted to the ground after Mahlouk had confirmed that he had chosen to make his den here. Every sentence he spoke convinced the red wolf male that the pale and scarred wolf in front of him was not retarded, although obviously damaged in some way. His language skills were broken, and his face so emotionless, though his demeanor was not threatening despite his rough appearance. It puzzled Dawali, and he felt a strange affection rise within him, similar to the one he felt when he encountered the children of the tribe. Not entirely the same, as the children were much more impulsive and talkative (at least the ones he'd met so far), and quite hyperactive, where this grown - though young - male was calm and quiet. Though, there was a sense of helplessness about his way of speaking, and his way of acting in the presence of Dawali.


Spontaneously, Mahlouk for the first time offered another sentence of himself, and then turned to walk in the direction of where he had come from. At first, Dawali hesitated, although then followed, though at a distance. If the torch made the young male uncomfortable, Dawali didn't want to contribute by keeping it too close to him. Even though he was the sub-leader of this pack, he felt no need to demand immediate respect and obedience, submissiveness - no, at this moment he felt a great urge to pay the strange scarred he-wolf his respect, though he did not know whether he deserved it at all. The red wolf male said nothing, simply followed a three yards behind Mahlouk, waiting for him to explain, or point out their destination.




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Mahlouk led the male to his tiny little den. Once he was there he sat down still seeming to avoid eye contact with the male, looking anywhere but the others eyes. "Mahlouk lives here. His den is cramped though." He admitted with a deep dejected rumble. Boo was clearly visable in the front part of the cave, leaning against the den wall. The scarred male's face still hadn't show any true sign of what he felt or thought, all of it was the influxtion on his voice.

Not knowing what else to say Mahlouk thought to bring up Ayegali, the pretty black female from before. "Does you know Ayegali then? Mahlouk has not seen her since she accepted him." The male mumbled the last part looking at Boo now, wishing his teddy bear was over by him at the moment. He liked having boo around when he spoke to strangers, they made him nervious. "Ayegali promised to teach Mahlouk and Boo how to paint tattoos, instead of scarring them." He finally said.


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Dawali followed the strange male a few yards in the direction he had come from, and soon his "den" was revealed. Dawali frowned slightly, lasting only a second, before he smoothed his face - that was hardly a den at all. And for a wolf this size... It didn't look very comfortable. The red wolf merely nodded as Mahlouk presented him with the little space, and his mind started working feverishly when the male spotted the outline of.. a teddy bear? Why did this male have a teddy bear, if he was not.. challenged. Or broken. Children had toys, not grown wolves. Children spoke in third person... His line of thought was broken when Mahlouk's deep voice professed an urge to know of Ayegali's whereabouts. Dawali's eyes looked to the white-pelted male, and saw that he - too - had been looking at the teddy bear. Mahlouk's face showed no feeling, however, and Dawali could assume nothing. Before he could muster enough brain power to speak - as he was quite unsettled by everything - the strange young male spoke again. Puzzle pieces clicked into place. Sadly, Dawali was right. This male, with all his scars, could not be on the level of a grown wolf. He had been scarred, it seemed, on purpose, and probably it had been too much for him. Hence the makeshift "den", the teddy bear, the odd ways of speaking. An urge to help Mahlouk, even though he had not asked for it, rose in the sub-leader, but he was just quiet now, not puzzled, not amazed. With a serious face, he looked at the broken male in front of him. Ayegali is my leader, as she is yours, and I am second in command. Dawali paused, looking for the right words. Hesitantly, he spoke again, not wanting to, but feeling as if it was proper. Mahlouk had brought it up, after all. Ayegali is good at painting tattoos, and she keeps her promises. Scarring is painful, too. Again Dawali paused, and his eyes watched the male, who kept averting his eyes. Finally, he spoke for the third time, taking care to not have the flaring torch too close to the male. Are you frightened of me, Mahlouk?







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Mahlouk listened to the male, but it was hard to look at him. He had been told since he was a pup to not look at others. Rightfully he was just a canvas and others were always looking over his scars reading them, they never looked into his strange eyes, because the stories were on his body. Though the males question made him almost look at the other, but he dropped his gaze quickly. "This male is not afraid, he just shows respect for you." He said still averting his eyes. He was truthful when he said this.

With his eyes on boo he spoke again. "Mahlouk knows he is big and strong, but he knows he is not better or equal." He confessed. The heat of the fire was still felt it made his stomach quiver in fear. It was why he kept a good distance between him and the other male. When someone was burnt repetitively they gained a respect for the flames. "Fire it burns, it has burnt his flesh before." Those strange eyes went to the flames. "They have burnt him many times." Mahlouk was far from retarded or lacking in thought. He was smart, but from birth he had been trained that he was no more then an image to the pack and weather he was smart or not did not matter to them.



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His assumptions were only proven to be correct with every sentence Mahlouk spoke, and though Dawali hadn't labeled him exactly unintelligent, it was clear to him that Mahlouk would struggle to fit in amongst the grown wolves in this tribe. Of course, he would get the contacts he needed and all of that, but with his looks and unaffected face, combined with his speech..habits, he would never be considered the average wolf, at least not with first meeting. As he replied to Dawali's question he kept averting his gaze, and it drove the male to anger. This male had come from people who had burnt him with fire, who had scarred his pelt in horrible ways, and obviously taught him that he should not look at pack members, and was not equal. It was folly all of it, and Dawali felt an urge to shout out at the injustice paid to this young creature. Whoever he had been living with before had obviously not taught the male to take care of himself - a den like this one simply wouldn't suffice. Finally, after a few moments' silence, Dawali spoke out, but he had quenched his anger. He did not want to sound angry or threatening, because what he felt wasn't directed at the male in front of him. Instead he forced his voice to be normal, casual, but kind. No one here will burn you, I promise you that. And please.. look at me if you want. If you want to show me respect, or anyone else, you should look at them, at least sometimes. The red wolf tilted his head sideways as he studied Mahlouk again, then shook his head at all these thoughts in his head that the young one had caused him. His left foot took a single step forward, and carefully and slowly he swung the torch so he could get a better light to look at the den, although the motion was done on the other side of Mahlouk. As he'd thought, it was no fancy thing. Quickly retreating to where he had been standing, he spoke to the male again. Do you want a nicer den, Mahlouk? One with more space?



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The white half wolf gazed at the male finally showing him his eyes. Pupiless blue orbs didn't waver as his emotionless face continued to reveal nothing. "Mahlouk was told never to look upon others." He sighed as he stood on long young legs. "He was told to never address himself as "I" or "Me" and he was told he should never show what he felt or would find consequences." His voice was deep and rough showing the emotion that his face couldn't seem to. The scarred wolf could only let his eyes stay on the other wolf for a few moments before he looked away. In no way was he weak or a coward, but what he had been taught since he was born wouldn't leave him.

The question about his den made Mahlouk raise his eyes to the Dawali again. He wasn't used to so many people asking if he wanted help or something nice. "He would like a nicer den. He doesn't want to bother Dawali." He said with a knowing tone. Turning to look at the teddy bear behind him he was quick about his inspection before looking back at the second leader in command.



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In just a sentence the male had proven Dawali wrong, and at the same time explained all his oddities at once. Of course, Dawali could barely be 100% wrong in his assumption that Mahlouk was not entirely.. well, because of the teddy bear's presence. Still, a wave of understanding washed over his mind as he relaxed a bit, and tried to meet the strange he-wolf's gaze. His eyes were odd, as Dawali had seen in the half light, but now that he could look right into them (although only for a moment or two, as Mahlouk gave way to his instinct and moved his gaze again), their oddness was much more apparent. He'd never seen such eyes, and although Dawali had never seen much of the world at all he'd met a fair deal of other wolves, and none had had eyes like these. As he studied his packmate, silent for a moment after his explanation, he contemplated what to say. In fact, he had no idea how to respond to the information he'd been given. He'd assumed the he-wolf to be, what.. retarded, but it seems that he was not. Still Dawali could not shake it off, simply because he was too prejudiced when it came to persons who spoke about themselves in third person. Waiting a moment, he spoke again, meaning to make Mahlouk understand better the customs of the tribe he now lived in. Well you are free to break those rules in this tribe, Mahlouk, because we don't follow them. And Ayegali would agree with me, fully, I'm sure.


Mahlouk confirmed the red wolf male's suspicions, although no one could hardly be comfortable in the den he had anyways. Quickly, Dawali chuckled and waved his arm softly, as if to say that Mahlouk should think nothing of his offer. In fact, most of the members in this tribe who had joined from the outside still had no proper den judging by AniWayan standards, and the sub-leader intended to help them all, if they wanted help or not. The ones who refused would likely forgive him the day they realized that the built hut way of living was much more comfortable, and safe - too. Especially for children. It is my duty to make sure that you are comfortable.

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