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OOC Name: Shae
Contact: x cosmos chaos @ AIM
Character Name: Asha Amara
Character Age: One year, seven months
Character Gender: Female
Wolf or Luperci: Luperci
Spirit Animal: Jaya, Galapegos Hawk
How did you hear about ‘Souls?: Member here!
AniWaya History: One of original founding members, went off in search of Aiyanna, but has now returned.
The topic title is Cherokee for, "All my relations in creation". And i'm going to assume this is somewhere around the borders. 1000+
There had been a peculiar leaping feeling in her chest felt flutter in her heart, as if her soul miraculously obtained a pair of wings and was trying to fly from her bosom, at the sight of the tribal lands before her for a second time. Home again, at last.
The duration of her departure had only been several months in actuality, but to the oldest daughter of the Gola Watsi, it had felt as if a whole season and half year’s time had passed her by. The season certainly shifted from the last time she placed step within these lands, and so did she, for that matter. The journey was one not wrought with regret and worry for loved ones left behind, merely for the fact that those who were left behind to fulfill this quest were ones that still remained close to heart even at the distance of a thousand miles and more, it was the reason that she had a family and pack duty to behold, for the sake of the family name, for the sake of AniWaya that were able to be in these blessed lands, and also for Dawali and Aiyanna, respectively. The second, much larger branch of the tribe that migrated behind the scouts of the original AniWaya descendents, they had not reached these promised lands. It was upon her to take the journey to find out what had happened to the rest of them, if they were in need of assistance, or if they happened to have found settlement somewhere else. Holding trust within Aiyanna, the older sister of the two couldn’t help to be slightly worried about her. Aiyanna was intelligent enough with common sense and the womanly intuition she held in her spirit, but the youngest anything was enough for the older sibling to be worried about, regardless. And with Dawali taking lead matters upon keeping what was of AniWaya left stable in these lands, Asha simply took it upon her own will to make the expedition herself. There was no way around it, and the more that Asha awaited on her sister’s following with the rest of the tribe, the more it would eat at her, just as much as it ate away at Dawali.
Brushing several strands of fiery red hair behind her back, the other hand patted the mane of Aiden below her, as the two were positioned on a high hill overlooking the tribal lands as far as the eye could see. The day had been coming to a close, with the sun extinguished and dying behind the border of mountains to the west, and leaving behind a plethora of vividly painted colors; all of which that blended into popping reds, yellows, oranges, violets, pinks, all on different varying shades of the color spectrum in their respected categories. Twilight was certainly a favored hour of Asha’s, mainly by the astounding scenery that the hour held. With her arrival coming through at the end of the day, her thoughts drifted to those whom she knew all too well within the lands, and how most of them might have been laying their heads down for slumber relatively soon. Her excitement therefore would have to be kept at bay until the next day, although Asha truly wouldn’t know how to hold back such enthusiasm for her return (and perhaps, those feeling the same for her). She knew Dawali was possibly pent up all this time about her and her sister’s whereabouts; with a knowing smirk, she knew Dawali had those moments to where he didn’t want to show any apprehension, nervousness, or overly concern for Asha, due to the fact that she was indeed matured now for her kind, and (in most cases) could deal with matters on her own whim. Dawali, along with Ayegali; she missed the kind and gentle nature of the strong and intelligent woman, longing to tell the stories to her of her journey. Above all, however, there was a peculiar dual eyed male who Asha couldn’t shake from mind since the day she left. At the very thought of him, her chest couldn’t help give that familiar flutter again. Leland. Their story ended rather abruptly, and the last moments cherished in memory were those of expressing love and affection. Asha had felt confused, but strangely enough, had similar feelings for him. With his lasting promise of not hurting her, Asha felt she had somehow broken her promise of the same. She knew the news of her departure would have inwardly and deeply devastated him, but she had hoped that he was kind enough to understand. There were so many unanswered questions, feelings, theories to be dealt, and now that Asha finally returned, she could have the time now to get back to stride with those things.
Jaya fell short behind the two, gracefully and effortlessly soaring through the high currents of the skies. With only her mind and ears to hear what her Spirit Guide translated to her, her soft eyes looked up to him as he soared past the two. “Yes, I know, for like, the hundredth time, how much you’ve been wanting to return.” She spoke with amusement, quirking a brow as she watched him soar past, and Jaya himself whisper his (sarcastic) gratitude to her in her mind. “Just wait until Agidoda hears how well you’ve actually been, I think he’ll be shocked, considering you have a tendency to raise hell almost every day.” She replied sarcastically enough, even while Jaya was pretty manageable on the journey, there were some things he naturally complained and sulked about, as always.
Aiden gave a soft neigh and a shake of his mane, in which Asha picked up on this little gesture and ran her fingers alongside his neck in reassurance. She had provided plenty of treats and vegetables for Aiden to sustain on their journey, but embarking from their last point a couple miles back, she knew he needed a long and hearty drink. Kicking her right ankle gently alongside the flank of the auburn equine, she urged him to press forth at a casual pace to the nearest springs (preferably Grandfather’s Tears, if it was nearby). “C’mon you guys, lets go. There’s much to be said and done.” Not wanting to waste anymore time (despite how lovely the tribe lands looked from this point of view), there was responsibility to be had yet with Asha and matters concerning AniWaya that were fairly important.
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I just pp'ed slightly that she arrives at Grandfather's Tears, since that's the place you mentioned. Let me know if you want it changed 
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With a deeply disappointed face, Dawali watched the line going into the water from the stick he held. It would grant him no fish - it never had. Not when Ember had taught him about this fishing pole business, and not now. He'd not gone here for the fish, however, for the dark female he had found such trust in had also claimed that fishing like this could be relaxing. If it was anything at all, though, relaxing was not it. His restlessness grew to unknown proportions only seconds after casting, and as there continued to be no change - and no fish! - he impatiently cast again, and again, not realizing that this would only make his situation worse. After all, no fish had time to bite when he never let the bait and hook rest a little. The male shifted his sitting position into a more comfortable half-version of the lotus, mumbling to himself as he did so, annoyed. He was tempted to throw the stick away and just leave, but being male and proud of himself he could not just give up either, now could he? So he sat there, grumbling and murmuring and casting again and again without goal. There was no relaxation in it for him, and chances were there never would be.
The warmly colored wolf had high shoulders, such high shoulders. His mind was troubled, worried, and for a lot of things. For all his children, every single AniWayan child. Noir and Oceane had been attacked by Brennt, and he could no longer postpone the deed which had to be done. But if he went on his own he would surely die - he was certain of that. And who would care for the ones that were left behind? And what if Ayegali came back or the rest of the tribe finally arrived, and found this place abandoned by the original AniWayans and inhabited by strangers that did not live by custom? He would have failed them all, wanting to save them. Then his mind went to his family - his brothers and sisters, and his daughters, and nieces and nephews. Ever since he had admitted it to Ember he could not shake the thought away, and the silence from that front gnawed at his very being, like some flesh-eating disease. He did not know where to turn. His calmness was what had shined onto the family since he and Mischka had started it - her vigor and energy and excess of everything that was enthralling, and his calm - like the stillness of the water in front of him, which never stirred with the movement of a fish biting the hook. Now the calm in him was gone, just as was the secrecy of the mighty eagle which sat on his shoulder. It was as if she had changed overnight. She used to be a free spirit - coming and going as she pleased, never allowing anyone else to see or hear her, chattering to him about his flaws and teasing him at every opportunity. And now she was silent, no impression ever came from her, but her form was solid - visible for everyone. The bird was an even greater mystery than she had been in the first place, and the red wolf male did not know what to make of all the signs and the things they could mean. The calm in him churned and ate at his heart.
The scent of a horse entered his nostrils, but for a moment the male did not look up, still enclosed in his mind and dark thoughts. He did not want whoever it was who was approaching to come here, he hoped they would pass. If it was someone who had sought him about anything he wished they would leave, because the first scent that reached him after the horse was the scent of the tribe itself. He wished to be left alone with his troubles this day, even from Ember or Tayui. Even from Leland, had it been him - although it would not be, since he was gone as well. Sighing, the male finally looked up, only to catch a glimpse of the moving someone ahead, a blob of moving color through the vegetation. The gaze which then had been stern, secretly pained and tired, softened as he recognized a color of fur of the rider which was unique to these lands. There were no other red wolves as he knew, and before he could even think again he saw more and more things that could only mean the very thing his mind circled around. The pole was soon on the ground as the male stood up, calling out with a strong and deep voice, spiced with warmth for his oldest child. Ayule! Is that you? Aiden? Yaya?
His form stood unmoving, seemingly fast as a rock, the only detectable sign of excitement in the depths of his yellow gaze, and in the tone of his voice. Gvihita (who the child had never before seen) sat steadily on his shoulder, unmoving and unmoved. A fish took the bait and the fishing pole was moved several inches on the ground, but the male took no notice. There were more important things in life than mastering the art of fishing with a stick.
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That's fine with me. (: Also, i'd like to note that I want to try Asha out to be a Warrior if there's a spot open for her. ^^ 600+
It certainly didn't take long from the point that the wolf, the equine, and the hawk originally descended from to arrive at the crisp springs of Grandfather's Tears. The vegetation certainly shifted with the season, as from the dimming scenery there was much more variety of foliage to be had, as her soft eyes scanned about the terrain with the glowing remnants of the setting sun, bathing the area and the surface of the waters in sparkling silver and gold. Aiden carried the red wolf at a casual put yet slightly stealthy pace, as the view of the springs up ahead roused the thirst in the equine, in which Asha sensed and gently combed her fingers through the silky mane of her accomplice. The young Amara did not expect any such company in the area at this time, for usually during the drifting hours into the evening, most of which (as far as Asha remembered) were already in the Village, tending to their families at dinner sessions or stories. Taking in a deep, greedy breath, the natural and familiar scent of the lands was inhaled and relished. The feeling of being home again, it certainly gave her a warm tingling inside.
That, and a sudden familiar presence to be seen (and heard) up ahead.
The scent was delayed a couple seconds by the fathomless bellow of a voice. Red backed ears perked forward, narrowing at the peculiar tone this voice held. Her soft eyes hardened for a mere second, scrutinizing upon a stone standing figure that stood erect, alerted by her own presence. A gentle and simple tap of her ankle against the flank of Aiden caused him to obey the command of halting, and for a second Asha simply remained on top of her carrier watching the individual that called out to her. It was all too obvious, by the thunderous voice to make ways across their distance between them, to the scent that instantly hit her nostrils and caused yet another uplifting sensation to flutter within her chest. For a second her breathing thinned, and it certainly took a moment to finally register who it truly was in the distance, out here during the twilight hour, surprisingly out here in solitude. Agidoda. It was truly a spectacle to witness, especially at how keen Dawali was at sensing his daughter's presence at the instant.
Tightening the hold upon Aiden's thick neck slightly, another round of gentle taps of her ankle sent Aiden ushering the two closer, picking up a pace that could be considered winding for the equine, but knowing that its long journey was over, this last task of moving forward was one welcomed in gratitude, for even Aiden recognized the call and stance of the Bone Bearer. To where they were in the Bone Bearer's vicinity, another tap caused Aiden to stop, and in an instant did Asha hop right off his back with all the grace of a seasoned rider. "Agidoda." Her voice called out firmly, laced with utter joy. She had crossed the distance between them, hurrying along until she nearly tackled Dawali right over with her small frame; latching onto him by the hip, giving a tight hug. She was small, but her energy certainly transitioned into energy for such a small being like her. "Agidoda!" Asha said in laughter once again, burying herself in his russet fur. "It feels like it's been years!" When indeed only it had been a couple weeks and months time. Pulling away, her eyes were glittering when she looked up at Dawali. Reliable, strong Agidoda, just like how she last seen him. With her naturally moderate gaze trailing off at the object at his feet for a second, Asha gave a knowing smirk. "So I see you've taken up fishing, Agidoda? How's that working out?" Voice laced with amusement, Dawali was quite the peculiar man when it came to trying new things out of his aura.
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That can be arranged  Short post by me - lots of time to write a novel after the joining thread, hehe.
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The male stood there as a rock, watching the form that was his daughter grow ever closer and closer, along with the familiar horse and the annoying bird. Well, not annoying, but just so.. lively. Of course, it fit her better than him, being her spirit guide. Soon the fiery girl with her mother's spirit was right there by him, hugging him and exclaiming overly exaggerated things. Although, it was true - it did feel like it had been years. Months had passed, and he had been worried sick - and more lonely than he would have thought. But this was not Asha's fault, its origin was the silent bird on his shoulder. Some of the excitement of his daughter slowly dripped into his self as he stood there, gently hugging his daughter back. Oh, she was so small. Mischka's size - and nothing like his own lanky form. He was tall for a red wolf, with long bones, but just as slim and and with an unimpressive mane. His long arms was wrapped around her, but only for a little moment, then he pushed her away and held her by the shoulders, wordlessly inspecting her. However he did not get further than concluding that at least she wasn't missing any limbs before she whipped him with her usual wit - just like Mischka would have done. The resemblance was painful, sometimes. With a deep sigh he let her shoulders go and nudged the fishing pole with a foot, admitting his failure at managing this skill. Ember claimed it might give me some relaxation, although it proved useless. I've caught no fish! But do I need fish, now that my Asha is back? An old man can surely find other things to eat with his daughter. His yellow gaze was playful now, and he nudged her shoulder with his hand.
Looking up at Aiden it was clear that they were all weary from travel, and he took a few steps towards the horse, intending to pet it. Laying one hand gently on its muzzle, he spoke gentle words of no language at all, wanting to greet it now that it had faithfully carried his family member back to him. Are you hungry, Asha? I have some fish I caught yesterday back in the village - if you want we can go there, and perhaps you can tell me what you've learned?
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It's all good, my summer classes have just started so my replies might or might not be shorter (today is the first day for my classes!) And, if you want you can PP the next post if Dawali wants to ride on Aiden back to the Village or just travel on foot. 600+
Dawali’s daughters were certainly the ones that carried on the spirit of Mischka, and even then did sometimes Asha grew saddened by the fact that Mischka wasn’t around to see the beauty of the new lands, to see how everyone was doing and what great accomplishments were made so far. Even while Mischka wasn’t here in the physical, Asha always had this feeling that Mischka knew what was going on. She swore that sometimes her mother was only an inch away, looking over her shoulders, approving and silently guiding them along. Jaya had spoken about the spirit world, but not in enough detail to give any hint about the whereabouts in Mischka in a poltergeist state. It was believable, and then sometimes… it wasn’t. She shared the pain that Dawali felt, but also knew of it to be much stronger, deeper, and complicated than seen on the surface. Knowing that Agidoda was the type to be worried sick and take everything internally anyway, Asha was back now, and at least he wouldn’t feel as lonely as he might have. Same with herself, as well.
Reveling in the fact that Ember told that fishing would be able to soothe the soul of Dawali, Asha couldn’t help but snicker about this. Seeing that he was quite unsuccessful so far, she couldn’t help once again to give a mock sad face. Agidoda was surely the funniest individual to her, mainly for the fact that he looked so, adorable, almost, when he would try to strive for a task and had to try a couple times in the beginning to achieve it. Dawali was strong and wise on his own accord, but most of all Dawali was akin to human. “I’m so sorry. I think maybe we need to adjust that stick you call a fishing pole so it could work better.” Asha said for starters, eyeing the device upon the ground for a mere second, missing the fact that the string was indeed still being pulled gently. On the topic of food, Asha’s mouth couldn’t help but instantly water at the treats and delicacies that were in the Village. One of the most things missed about AniWaya was the tribe’s cuisine! “No need to worry about the fish in the springs, I’m just as happy to look forward to what you’ve guys got cookin’ up here! Any new recipes I should know about?” She inquired, wondering what sort of duties and harvests the tribe had been practicing since she was gone.
With Dawali gently patting Aiden on the muzzle, his long tail swept behind him gracefully, giving a softly put neigh to the contact. He was quite the temperamental equine, having a personality of his own entirely. One could say that Aiden was almost unpredictable, but he fairly listened to Asha on occasion. Agreeing that food would probably be a good idea at the moment, Asha complied. “Sounds good! Would you want to walk, or get a lift on Aiden?” It was up to Dawali whether to make ventures there fairly easy, or take the scenic route and discuss what was needed to be said. As far as what was learned, oh, there was so much to be said. “I’ve got lots to tell you, Agidoda. There’s going to be news that you’ll be pleased to hear, and some things… not so much.” One thing about Asha was that she was candidly honest, and wouldn’t hold back anything from Dawali, no matter if the news was morbidly grave. Her Agidoda was the Bone Bearer after all, and his job consisted of some pretty morbid stuff in general.
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I generally don't know that much about horses and such and haven't had time to do the research so I'l just have him walk if that's ok
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Her voice mocked him in the usual way - she would never let go of such an opportunity. And the male knew very well he had no skill in fishing, and that his fishing pole most likely didn't resemble what it should. He sighed - overly dramatic and openly sarcastic - mocking himself in return by shaking his head as if disappointed. The playfulness was gone a moment after, as abruptly as it had come upon him, and at her second remark he merely chuckled. What makes you think I have anything new to offer on that front? An old man like me is hardly innovative by nature. You know, I eat what I get served, but the corn is looking good for the summer, at least. His eye flashed, the playfulness hidden but not entirely locked up. Finally noticing the now decreasing activity around his fishing pole he bent down to pick it up, and casually gathered the line. He had no intention nor hopes to catch a fish, but he wanted to at least take the pole with him home so that Ember might laugh at it later. It was a poor excuse for a fishing pole.
Another chuckle rippled through his body in a refreshing way as she suggested he ride on Aiden. Why, had she forgotten how he was already? Dawali Amara was a practical man, and he liked to use his legs. He rarely used horses, but they were handy for tending fields and building the larger buildings. Glancing to the proud horse he spoke to it, indirectly mocking his daughter. You know Aiden, I think your owner is a forgetful little girl. His eyes went to her small and red form as he continued; I would have thought she remembered that her old dad likes to stretch his legs when he can. Finished with curling up the line and putting some leather around the hook so he would not harm himself, he leaned the stick against his shoulder and motioned for them to start walking in the direction of the village. They would move as fast as possible - his daughter would not go hungry when she didn't have to. Much has happened here as well. But tell me your news first - and I pray the good news outweigh the bad.
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It's fine! 700+
Crossing her arms, Asha listened as Dawali explained his half and reasoning as to why he possibly couldn’t be as proficient as he was when he was younger on obtaining such a skill. For the playfulness that was in his gleam, Asha would continue to go along right with it. “Oh yeah, I forgot all ‘bout that. You’re like, what, eight now?” The eldest daughter attempted to take a blow on the sensitivity of her Agidoda’s age (if there was any sensitivity to be felt!), making it seem double than what it really was. Asha could certainly get herself in hot water by what came out of her mouth (she had a tendency to say things before she thought of things), but really she was just being her sarcastic old self and a little testy. After a minute of silence (just to see what sort of look would register upon his face), Asha snickered and shook her head. “You know I’m just kidding, right Agidoda? Don’t be so hard on yourself.” Dawali was, what, four years old now? Asha seriously hoped she would be lucky enough to have his side of the genes, for he appeared as strong and collected as ever. No matter how old Dawali would reach in his lifetime, she knew that he was quite intelligent for his even, even if fishing didn’t necessarily work out for him at first. Watching as he picked up his fishing pole, Asha decided to add in another little factual statement. “Were you fishing without bait, or did you finally get a bite and it stole away with it?” Her smirk was evident once again, observing the line, and she couldn’t help but gently laugh. In the moments where he wasn’t paying attention he could have had the opportunity to snag one!
It was in his words that Dawali stated which choice he wanted to take, and for a second Asha flashed that look that told, aw man, you’re going to really make us walk the whole way?, but it was quickly replaced with an innocent smile, and for the fact that it was better for Asha to walk anyway since she had been riding upon Aiden the entire way here. Plus, it was probably beneficial that the equine stay near the springs to take a break. Giving an affectionate rub to the end of Aiden’s snout, Asha winked at the equine to stay put as the two made their travels to the Village. There was much to say from both ends, and Dawali of course wanted her to go first. She took a deep inhale before speaking. “Yeah. So my report for traveling back… it took me awhile, okay, it took me so long to get to where the second half of everyone is at.” There was a pause and a nod made. “And guess what, I was able to see Aiyanna for a short while. Agidoda, you won’t believe how much that girl has grown up…” She spoke in astoundment, as she couldn’t even believer herself how much Aiyanna matured with her age. “She’s one of the main individuals who deals with medicine and taking care of everyone’s health. You would be so proud of her if you could see her…” And it was true, Asha was even very proud of her younger sister for all the responsibility she held for those individuals, and still managed to do it all with a smile and patience. “She, of course, wanted to say that she misses her Agidoda dearly. But she says not to worry about her, for what she is doing is a very good thing, in the honor of the rest of AniWaya, and for the family name.” Aiyanna made it clear for Asha to restate that to her father, that taking care of the tribes members was her number one priority. “And for the not so great news… there were some of the elders, and even… children that perished. Aiyanna told me there was a terrible virus that broke out from somewhere again. Made some turn mad against each other. She said she’s got it under control now with the others, she knows the treatments for it. She said it was something a lot similar that happened to… mom… ” At that news her voice fell serious, a feature not common with Asha’s persona, and especially on the topic of Mischka, which was a touchy subject in general.
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Heheheh, his age was wrong in my profile - he's 5! Old git.
Also, you're officially accepted, although I haven't posted the acceptance table in this thread. I want to keep it rolling as a normal thread would, and you're titled up and added to the ranks (as you've probably noticed) anyway. You know the drill so I'm not that fussed about the joining procedure during this thread anymore. So consider it a normal thread, ok?
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A small smile crept up the one side of his mouth as she continued to throw sharp words at him - it wasn't as if he hadn't anticipated that. The family had generally communicated like this when all was well and the mood was lifted. Of course, not when more serious matters were discussed. Generally the male preferred this way of talking with his family, teasing each other in good spirits - it was light and comfortable, and very entertaining. Smiling at his daughter as she claimed that she (pretending, of course) thought he was eight years old, he replied; "No, Asha, just five as usual. You know, you'd do well in re-learning how to count, I think!", winking. When she shifted slightly more onto the serious plane, he sighed and shook his head - not resigned, but in a warm manner - as if he appreciated her buried concerned. "I know, dear. Remember your mother." Mischka had always been harder on him than anyone else, calling him an "old man" when he was merely three. Now he was five, and almost two years a widowed man, although nothing he ever said about himself could compare to the harsh words that had exited that female's mouth almost on a daily basis - and on whatever subject which suited her. It had been a game, teasing on another level, but they had never fought about any such thing. He did the same to her, but he lacked the skill she had, the sharpness of words. Their relationship had been very entertaining, and quite uncomplicated, in that sense. "It was a cunning fish, obviously."
It seemed she did not appreciate his decision on walking, and while he could understand it if she was tired, he was tired too. Always tired. And also still her father. The moment passed and she smiled sweetly, although a girl should not think she could be successful in masking such things from her own father. After all, he knew the face of his first-born better than any, having studied her and wondered at the miracles of life for hours on end when she had first seen light. As the two began walking, the story of her journey spilled out of her, and while his face was at first unchanged - still happy, and increasingly so - it soon became the one of a concerned father and tribe member. While he was very glad to hear that Aiyanna and the rest were well (or even alive at that), he was concerned about the illness she described. He considered himself quite skilled when it came to medicine, and he had found no cure - nothing to save her, and by god he had tried. Of course he was glad to hear that his daughter had found a treatment for it, but somehow he doubted it as well. He just hoped that he was wrong, and that he was underestimating the skills of his youngest child. Searching for words for a moment, his gaze fell to the ground before he looked ahead of where they were going, to the lights of the torches along the village paths. "I am glad that she is o.k., and that she's working so hard for them all - and us as well in a sense. I am proud, even." He paused, again looking into his vocabulary for entities that might be combined into fitting sentences. There was no need to say that he received those news with a heavy heart. "Who did we lose? Anyone I know?" His brothers and sisters, as well as his parents were among those who were now with Aiyanna, and naturally he worried for them as well. He was the older brother, after all.
He was the Gola Watsi, and his relationship to death was quite different from the average person's, although this did not mean that he did not grieve. His periods of grief were just short - he knew that Mischka was not gone, she was simply elsewhere, waiting for him, for them all. The male knew that the dead were well, but he had the responsibility of praying for their souls, and of easing their way into the next world. He would hold a private ceremony for the departed as soon as possible - it was his duty after all.
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Alrighty, thanks! ^^ Oh, and I just made up some random names out of nowhere for those that have perished, hopefully that's okay unless you had someone specific in mind that Dawali knew from before? 500+
At Dawali’s response to this, Asha couldn’t help but give a full on chortle of a laugh. He was good too, with shooting back replies! Perhaps this was where most of wit and sarcasm stemmed from, generally from her father’s side. “I think you might be right about something, considering the fact that you were partially responsible for most of my mathematical education, after all.” Ah, Asha knew just when to press his buttons accordingly, her smirk threatening to break out into a full on grin at her rebuttal. At the mention of Mischka, her grin turned slightly sideways, slightly sensing the seriousness that grew in his stance and voice. “Of course. Someone had to carry on the tradition, you know? I think she’d be greatly disrespected if I didn’t keep my promise and duty of keeping you on your feet.” She noted with an understanding nod. With the fish long gone with the bait, Asha shook her head gently in good humor. “We need to get you back up to par with that, Agidoda.” She gently teased a little bit more, but not as harsh as before, for if Dawali wanted to continue to learn how to fish, it would be a gratifying activity indeed for father and daughter to take part in.
Speaking about Aiyanna and her impressive talents, Asha truly wished that things weren’t the way they were; that the second group did make it to this point, that Aiyanna could be right by their sides, impressing and dazzling them with her skills and new knowledge, and most of all the salvation of those that perished, perhaps they would still be alive to this day. Life was not fair for anyone, however, and things just simply seemed to play out on their own will, destined if it things happened for a reason or if they happened randomly. “Me too. Hopefully she would be able to make journey out here as soon as everything is stable again and everyone is in good health. We were talking about it, and it might be a possibility. I told her of the route, and she’s fairly confident of traveling it.” Asha wanted, in Aiyanna’s free time sometime (which whenever that would be), to come to AniWaya to see her older sister, her father, and everyone else who she knew again, even if it was for a short trip. As far as those that perished, Asha recollected the few names that were stored in mind. “Asli, remember the elder woman with the terrible arthritis? It claimed her. Saloli, that wonderful craftsman, it got him. Also Atsadi, Wadulisi, Gihli.” Most of which who were randomized elders, possibly those Dawali might have known or not. It was onto the children, in which Asha swallowed; even children for her were tough to talk about in this circumstance. “Dekanogi’a and Ahnigi’a were the first of the… children to go. They were of Asli’s family as well.” She shook her head. Knowing Dawali for his practices and what he was for AniWaya after all, he was used to these sorts of things, Asha knew that. For that, Dawali was certainly a strong person in her eyes.
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I just spun ahead on those made up characters you mentioned. Dawali's very interested in his parents, brothers and sisters, I suppose, although I've not named them. You can kill off some of those if you want, lol. Just make up a name, although at this place they have a nice translator, where "uncle" and "sister" or whatever you want can be found, probably. mostly it has simpler words, though :]
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To her comment on math skills he roared with laughter, casting his head back and letting the sounds out. Oh, she'd learnt from the best, and it had been him that was responsible for her math skills. Basic counting, more like it - he'd never liked the subject much either. He knew what maths he needed to know, and that was it. His daughter had gotten a fair share of his deceased mate's wit, and he enjoyed every single part of it. To her other comments he merely chuckled, gaze distant and looking into the forests around them. He didn't have any trouble speaking or thinking of Mischka, but he was blessed with a mind that allowed him to do so, as well as his profession knowledge. His daughter was perhaps not as blessed, and of course Dawali knew that he had had more time with the femme before she went. Asha had been young, and Aiyanna too young to remember. As reaction to her last comment he let his elbow nudge her in the side (although with his height it was more like her upper arm), as if to say "yeah I know". He'd have plenty of time now that she was back.
His face was alight as she spoke of the possibility of his youngest coming to visit, although he wasn't entirely certain it was a good thing either. If the illness had been spreading well, and it actually came from his deceased mate, it would mean that the sickness could sleep or be inactive for some time, before erupting. He desperately wanted to know Aiyanna was safe, although he didn't want the newly settled tribe here to fall ill. Especially not when he had failed to save Mischka. Nodding to her words, still smiling, he agreed, though quietly. "Yes, if she came we should have a celebration - and I'm certain the members here would be interested in hearing what she has to say about the others, even if they have no relatives among them." His mind went briefly to Ayegali and her.. mental absence. She was around, but did not take part in the leadership anymore. Bringing in news could perhaps bring her back to them, somewhat.
His face was grave as she listed those who had died, some of them far too young to have been claimed already. He was sad to hear that Asli's family seemed to be heavily hit by the illness, to have lost many important members of their family. Asli had been one of those intimidating figures when Dawali'd grown up, and he was sad to learn that she had gone, and with her grandchilden as well. Gravely, he shook his head, his voice low but clear. "We should hold a ceremony for them in privacy once we have time. Or.. I should, but you know you are welcome to attend. There was no one in the tribe who had his education, and he was certain they had sent the deceased spirits ahead as best they could. It was his duty, however, and he would still do what he could, even if it was heavily delayed.
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The oldest daughter of the Bone Bearer simply wouldn't know what to do with her life if Dawali wasn't there. Matters were a tad bit difficult with her for the fact that Mischka departed from them too soon for Asha to really have gotten some quality time with her mother (for which, in a sense, was envious of Dawali a little for the fact that he did), but there was no need in the present to feel any feelings of deep envy, sadness, or regret. What happened happened, and there was nothing anyone could do, not even the powers and skills of Dawali could have helped her. All that mattered now was that her spirit lived on with them, and that she would never be forgotten. Besides, whether Dawali knew limited math or not, Asha was thankful for her Agidoda. He had done well on raising her and her sister, a feat for a widowed husband that was uncommon in the least. She had been surprised he had remained celibate this whole time even, unwilling to take another mate. Asha had felt the same, however, seeing as how a step-mother probably wouldn't work so well. If fathers were uptight about their daughters seeing boys, then it would be vice versa for Asha in this case; knowing of a potential step-mother, she would be ferocious indeed.
To have Aiyanna return, and talks of a celebration at paw, that seemed delightful. Not knowing how Aiyanna would take to such a big celebration (for Asha noted her younger sister as quite mature for her age at this point), she was sure however that the welcoming and visitation would be appreciated. "I do hope she decided to come one day, it would be great to have the whole family together." Which, directly, only consisted of Dawali, Asha herself, and Aiyanna as direct bloodlines. As far as Dawali's side of the family, Asha wasn't all that familiar with them, and didn't reach any real recognizable grounds with such when she visited.
The news about the children were terrible; to Asha, there was a peculiar soft spot about puppies even she didn't know about, and just the thought of what happened literally made her sick to her stomach. She could see Dawali felt the same, although it was in his line of work at the same time, ceremony for the deaths of children had to be especially touchy. At the mention of including her presence in Dawali's ceremony, Asha thought about it for a second, and meekly nodded. "I... think i'd like to. Just for the sake of the children, and those we've known." The Amara thought it would be disrespectful in a sense if she didn't partake in some sort of ceremony. Poor children, they had their lives to live, and the plague had to strike them. Asha certainly hoped that none of that would ever come to these lands anytime soon, if not never. Asha tended to stray away from Dawali's duties, just because the fact of death to her was full of misery, sorrow, depression. Asha hated feeling that way, but morally, it was best that she take part in a ceremony with Dawali for those who deceased from the second group.
With the delivery of her news, Asha was curious to know what sort of events were going on in AniWaya while she was gone and what some known faces were up to. Preferably Leland, whom had remained stuck in mind for quite awhile. "So, what's been new around here? I'm taking that Ayegali has been well? I've missed her on my journey!" She exclaimed, hoping to see the raven woman once again. "Oh! What about Leland? Have you heard from him lately?" Her question immediately butted in, making it sound like it wasn't that big of a deal to be inquiring about him, but was ever so eager to know inside what Leland had been up to all this time, and what he thought about Asha's departure, if anything.
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The male smiled at his daughter who so willingly shared her information - some of which was more eagerly shared than others. He was tremendously proud to hear about Aiyanna and how well she was faring, and he was at the same time just as proud of Asha to have gone in the first place - to leave everything here behind, and go back for her family's sake. The family was such a big pillar for everything Dawali believed in, everything he burned and worked for, and that she would go to such lengths for her family - their family - made him realize just how much of his deceased mate had manifested itself in the girl. He smiled at the thought of holding a feast in honor of his youngest daughter, should she decide to visit.
As she said she would like to partake in the ceremony held for the deceased, the male nodded with a wry smile - the male was glad that she wished to join him, but he'd rather have been without the occasion. It would be his honor to have her along, as she was the one who had unveiled the story behind the rest of the tribe's absence, and had brought these all-important news to his white-pelted ears. Those ears now moved towards his skull just an inch or less, barely visibly. The news did not exactly lift his spirits.
The gloom was forgotten for a moment as questions rolled out of the girl, and until she mentioned Leland he didn't think much about it. Though, when he heard the male's name spoken by her, so subtly asking about his wellbeing, he shot her one of those all-knowing, slightly mocking smiles that only parents can do. He could see right through her - after all she had told him about their.. well, whatever it had been. Something. "Not much has happened.. The Kalona has given her reins to me as she's wishing to retire, although she remains in title if not in charge, for the time being." He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted such a high title anyway. The red male paused a moment before he continued, and now his face was not as casual. "As for Leland, he's left these lands. Apparently he went in search of an old acquaintance, in his homelands." His gaze went ahead of them, onto the path for a moment before returning to his daughter's face. He did not like to share such disappointing news.
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O HAY, it does now! -wastes an hour fiddling around with it- 600+
When the time Aiyanna decided it would be best to come and visit her family here, it would certainly be an occasion Asha looked forward to. Aiyanna was really the only element missing out of the three of them now, save for whoever else was from Dawali's side as far as his own brothers and sisters went (and boy, did their names never cease to end with all their individuals and families). It was the three of them, however, that held the closest bonds with one another.
As much as Asha herself was displeased with the news that struck Aiyanna's kind, at the same time, at least those who were sick came to an end of their sufferings. According to Aiyanna, the symptoms were terrible; altered their minds, make them weak, made them hurt and ache, made them want to die. That didn't seem like any ordinary cold, and Asha hoped that nothing of the such would strike AniWaya. Ever.
Hearing that the Kalona took a temporary hiatus from the tribe, now this news wasn't so pleasing to her pieced ears. There was a slight grimace that formed on her otherwise smirking muzzle, quite disappointed to hear that Ayegali decided to depart from her position as Raven Chief. Retire? Asha had hoped to speak with the dark woman once again when she returned, but it seemed like that wouldn't be for a very long while. As much as she was slightly saddened by the news, the word of Dawali taking over as the head honcho of AniWaya? Certainly a big responsibility indeed, and if Agidoda could pull something off as big as that, she'd be ever so proud of him. "Man, that's really disappointing to hear. In the same note though, you should feel honored that she chose you to be in charge for her, Agidoda." In which there was the faintest of smiles to cross over her maw for it.
It was then Dawali dropped the answer her ears had been aching to hear about ever since she returned, and even while he initially shot that all knowing smile at her, she tried to not be phased by it. However, the news she was about to hear was not even more pleasing than about what happened with Ayegali. Matter of fact, it was crushing, quite devastating. There was a weird feeling pit that suddenly formed in her chest, causing her to absently place her hand against her heart and rub her fur there slightly. Leland, left the lands? This was something she had been afraid of this whole time, and knowing that Leland promised he would have been the last to hurt her, look what she turned around and did to him. It was all for the sake of her family, that was something she couldn't regret, but Asha was truly upset about this. For a moment she simply didn't speak, and kept her amber eyes trained upon the path ahead. It was not like her to fall in these strange, depressive moods, but she couldn't help it. Not with Leland. "That's... terrible to know." Was the only thing she could truly say, as she really was for a loss of words on this. That pit in her chest, she could feel the full effects of it now, spreading like a hole eating away at her insides. Even though her and Leland's "thing" was brief, it certainly had a deeper impact than expected. Much deeper than realized.
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The two of them exchanged news that touched the other in a negative sense, and it was as if a darkness came over them both. The illness, Leland leaving, Ayegali retiring, Brennt - were they signs? Were the spirits angry at Dawali for taking up the traditions and for attempting to lead? After all, it was not the Kalona which chose the next chief, it was the spirits. If the spirits did not approve... Well, for the time being there was nothing Dawali could do about it, and perhaps they would recognize his heartfelt need to rule justly and comfortable, without harm and in harmony with the world? The scenery changed as the pair grew closer to the village while speaking, and soon the torches that lined the roads into the settlement's centre was in clear view - their light cut through the falling darkness.
Dawali nodded. "Yes.. I'm not entirely sure what to think of it, but I've managed so far, and I hope I will continue doing so." It was a great honor that Ayegali had asked him to take her place as chief of the tribe - however the real surprising honor had been when she asked him to be sub-leader in the first place, when he had risen from regular member to member of the elder's council. It was natural, now, that when she wished to retire, she let the reins to her second-in-command, but the honor was no smaller nonetheless. Dawali did not know whether he had the abilities she had, and whether he could ever rule as big a tribe as AniWaya had been in her day as chief, but he would try, and time would show. For now he was humble and sometimes pawed in the dark when uncertain how to handle things... Brennt, for one thing. He hoped the dark femme would return to them in mind someday soon - if for nothing else than to aid him. Asha was here, now, but he was still solitary, in a way. Gvihita sat on his shoulder and said nothing - her mystery for others, and personality for him, had gone that day he had chased the beast away from their borders. Hopefully, she would return someday, too.
His daughter reacted more strongly to his news than he had expected. He'd thought she would be disappointed and perhaps a bit downcast, but not this. It saddened him further, to think the two might have missed something great in life, for the sake of her family, and his emotion. Surely Leland must have struggled with it - he seemed to Dawali as just as hopeless with women as himself. A silence flowered between the father and his daughter, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. After all, he was new to this role as a parent, for Asha was his oldest child, and he'd never before faced such a situation. He himself did not know how it felt to be abandoned, for Mischka had not rejected him, and she was the first and only one to catch his eye. Silently, he instead lifted his hand and placed it on his daughter's shoulder, simply holding it there as the two continued walking. What was there to say? The past could not be changed.
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Speaking of Spirit Guides, they were funny occurrences of nature. Asha's Spirit Guide, Jaya, was usually abnormally chatty for his own good, and also a little snarky and sarcastic every now and then; mirroring a perfect mimic of who Asha was herself. For one thing to be noticed in the coming days, however, Jaya would fall slightly silent in her mind. Why? She didn't know. Spirit Guides had temperamental ways about when to make their appearances and when they didn't, but usually the answers came through other forms of miracles or actions. Perking her pierced ears in the direction of Dawali, she was at least relieved to hear that things have been manageable, and only hoped that his Spirit Guide (which who Asha never seen before, but Aiyanna was lucky to) had helped him thus far. "Don't worry Agidoda, I'm here again. If you need help, you know where to turn to." She said, gleaming with a wolfish smile. "But I'm sure the tribe will be, and has been, just as helpful with you too. I don't think our thankful tribe members would let a leader down if it came to a life and death situation. And I even know not everyone is perfect. There is no such thing." Asha said, seemingly sounding like she was speaking beyond her years in a way, and realizing this herself, couldn't help but to give a soft laugh to herself. Oh, she would have to blame Dawali for such things, as the old man that he was now! (;D)
Noting the trail of light that led them into the village itself, Asha became excited, and couldn't wait to adjust to old customs and new faces. The temporary rift that had been about Leland and his departure, it was something that Asha needed to grieve with on her own time. Seemingly Dawali didn't make a comment or a reply, and even while she was somewhat aching for Agidoda to say something, then again, she sort of understood that he really couldn't say anything, for that whole situation was out of his power and out of mind. There was a heavy sigh that lifted off her chest, seeing as how there was one thing about returning that wasn't so great. Perhaps she arrived just a little too late, or maybe then Leland would still be here, and things would be like they were before she left. That wasn't the case anymore, for the past was certainly the past. Seeing as how silence loomed over Dawali, Asha gave another sigh and decided to at least make a comment about it, and somewhat close the conversation about Leland altogether. "Well, I know you don't have anything to say, because you didn't know much about that situation really. Agidoda... it's just... I don't know. I can't describe it, but what we had... I can say it was genuine, it really was! And now... it's just... gone for good." Which was a shame, but of course, there could be nothing done about it now except to cherish the memories once had and move on with life like everything else did.
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The male glanced at his daughter, his mouth a wry smile, as she spoke of support, of right and wrong, life and death. He very nearly shuddered, then, thinking of Brennt, thinking of his duties to his tribe members, and to justice. He glanced at the statue-like form on his shoulder. The bird weighed nothing at all unless she chose to weigh something, and that was what she had done ever since that predator had come lurking at his borders. She'd been chatty, before, mirroring his emotions even when he did not understand them, but now.. Silence. Nothing but silence, and the bird sat heavily on his shoulder - as if there wasn't enough weighing them down already. He hoped his tribe fellows would help him in matters of life and death, because an event was imminent. He knew it, and he took Gvihita's changed behavior as a sign. He still missed her annoying attempts at conversation, because he feared being alone, now more than ever. She was his guide, was she not? Yet no words of guidance came out of that beak, and her eyes stared at him without emotion, as if she was merely some trained bird. Perhaps she was trying to tell him something, push him to do something - he didn't know. Whatever it was, he didn't like it. His gaze was locked onto the path after that smile had finished, and he had nothing more to say on the subject.
Some steps were taken by their feet, now four in total, before Asha spoke up with words to make the insides of her Agidoda cringe a little. In a sense he was proud of her - she was taking it well, and she was mature about it, but at the same time he wished she did not feel the way she described. He was her father, after all, and all he wanted in return for giving her life was that she treat that life well, and that she was happy. And while the first demand was met, the second was not - at least right now. Stopping where they stood, his grip on her shoulder became a small and loose hug - not the passionate kind, but the slightly awkward, but caring kind. His voice was small as he indirectly offered her his compassion. "We have all lost something, my dearest, and I am proud of you to carry it well." Leland had been a person he had spent some very good times with himself, and he'd considered the two close friends. Now, he had lost a friend, and his daughter had lost something genuine, and he wished it otherwise. It could not happen, though, and what was changed could not be undone.
The male's stomach growled menacingly as he pulled himself out of the hug, and he glanced towards the village. The torches and lights from the buildings there were close now, and his den was not too far away. There was both fish and salted deer to feast on there, as well as some semi-fresh rabbit from a few days back. "Come, let's not speak about only the sad things. We should celebrate your homecoming, just the two of us, eh? Some quality time with your old 'Doda?" Dawali made a movement with his head as if to point in the direction of the village with it, and his smile was soft and kind as he spoke.
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I think this should be a good point to wrap this up right here, yes? I'll make this Asha's last reply, and it could be your option if you want to make another reply or just archive this. Thanks for threadding! 400+
Asha did not know of the events with Brennt and his manic actions against puppies across the territories, but whatever the decisions and choices that Dawali chose to make, it was in Asha's duty to be there for him no matter what. No matter if he was lost, and supposedly the one who held all the answers and should know all the answers to everything, Asha understood at this point that not one individual arrived at a point in their lives where they would know what to do in every given situation. The gift and mystery of life was that one could never stop learning, whether it was about the world around them or even themselves.
Becoming drawn in to Dawali's somewhat half gesture of a hug, Asha kept a wide grin on her red hued muzzle. Instantly at that moment she felt a little spirit of feeling better, just because she knew that while Dawali didn't understand some things about her relationship with Leland entirely, he was still there to offer some spark of guidance and support. And, Dawali was right in what he said. Everyone was destined to lose something at one point or another, and was highly unfortunate to lose several things in life (such as Mischka, Leland, and perhaps even the absence of Aiyanna too). "Yeah, guess you're right. It's going to take some time to get through, but I guess like we did with Mischka, i'll have to do with Leland." In which even there it made her feel guilty to think about forgetting him entirely, in which she never would, but Leland would have to be stored away in the reveries of her mind. There was no used to grieving about the past and letting it affect the future of things.
Hearing Agidoda's stomach growl, Asha pulled away and quirked an inquisitive brow. "Seems like you've been more desperate for food than I thought you have." Regarding his incident with fishing, Asha simply grinned in good nature. As Dawali was leading the way back to the village, the two were destined to talk about more positive news and changes within the tribe lands since she had departed. "It's so great to be back Agidoda, you don't even know." She said breathlessly, looking now at the village ahead of them, eager to get back into the normal routine of things again with Agidoda and the rest of AniWaya. Here, this was her true home, and it always would be.
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