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For the first time since they had met, the little willow flycatcher strayed from Hemming's head. It was, perhaps, out of necessity, for the wolf was stretched out on the ground, gazing up at the sky. The only place the bird would have been able to perch was on his nose, and it didn't seem quite as comfortable as the soft fur on the top of his head. She hopped around nearby instead, leaving the warmth of his body to explore a tiny bit of AniWaya territory. Her small frame was dwarfed by the tall grasses, and she picked and hopped her way through, chirping a little tune to herself.
The wolf had been enjoying the company of the bird so far. She was remarkably talkative, that was for sure, but that characteristic had not yet become irritating. He listened to her song as he laid across the earth, his fingers curling absentmindedly around the stalks of grass that his outstretched arms could reach. Though the sky was threatening rain, the sun peeked out from behind the clouds and warmed his body. He basked in it, appreciating it for the short time that it would stay. Contrary to Hemming's own desires, the grass around him was surely hoping for rain, their thin leaves drooping back to the ground for want of water.
After a few moments of staring at the clouded sky, Hemming's eyes drifted closed and he let them stay that way. The wolf was still a little worn out from his journey, hunger having taken a toll on him. But, after catching a few fish and eating their supple flesh, he was set to make a full recovery. As he laid there he was complacent, though his head felt a little light without Dagrun's weight holding it down. It was astounding how fast Hemming had become accustomed to her.
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Catherine was making a little walk through the lands, discovering new parts of the tribelands, but through a different point of view. It rather hard to walk from branch to branch, through maple trees to pinetrees. Her climbing skills were a bit rusty, as riding Bluma was much more quick and less tiring. But she couldn't lose that part of her. She loved that, and discovering new movemments, stretching joints and muscles she even knew that existed felt good. It made her head light, but more aware. She had to calculate the right strength, speed and moment to make her jumps and acrobaticies through the right branches. She had to be very selective of where she stepped one; a single msitake could be fatal, and she knew it. That thought made her remember of that day, when...
A free hand rubbed the scar over her eye, the freezing chill that assaulted her warning her. She took a few deep breaths before the beast found a way to scape from its prison. That possibilty caused her goose bumps. The woman was aware of what her... other side could do, both to her and to others, and that was the last thing she'd ever want to happen.
She continued her trip, Seymour flying above her, Bluma trotting under her - in case she falls- and Saw coiled in her neck, like a scarf. It was his little happy place, and she would feel naked without him around her shaggy neck. He did that probably because it was where it less bothered her, or maybe because it was cosy for him, a cold-blooded creature that needed warm, which could be easily found under her almost artic pelt. He could thank her linage; her grand mother was an artic wolf.
It didn't take long before her good eye could find a well known face through the thick crown of the trees. The gray male was lying in the ground, apparently sleeping. A tender smile appered in her face, reconizing the traces of the friend. It hadn't been long when they first met. She started to move toward the ground, careful about the branches. Only tranned eyes could manage to determine the strong from the weak ones without the need to test it first. After all, it wasn't a very good idea.
She landed smoothly in the ground, her legs absorving the impact of the fall, the only sound made was a choky tud. She straightened the body, looking to him. The wolfess walked slow and silent to his side, as she also sat in the earthy ground, cross-legged. Her emerald eye gazed upon his peaceful face, ffeling he was having good dreams.
All of a sudden, an alarmed chirl startled her, makign her jump, a hand ready to protect her face. Maybe walking in the trees made her too careful. It was rather good. She looked for the source of the calling, but saw nothing. She didn't, but Saw did. He hissed loudly toward a tree, the pitch black mouth opened widely, the white, long but thin fangs stretching out, an agresssive position. Her watchful eye found what the snake had without any problem. It was a small bird, that seemed wary of the way she looked at her male friend. It chirlled again, but lower that time. The grayish woman tilted her head, confused. 'Hemming hadn't told me about...', she started to cogitated, but soonly understood.
She glanced to him, and back to the bird at least five times, relating everything. 'Oh...', she mouthed. She smiled warmly to the bird. Worry not. I mean him no harm..., she said to the brown bird, with a calm voice. The wolfess turned back to her friend. You look fine, after going in a Journey, mister Hemming..., she said to him, not thinking if he was awake, if he wasn't or if he would. She gave him a discredited glare. Of course she hadn't got so tired after her own Journey. But hers was so... short. His was probably longer, and therefor tiring. he was sleeping, she could see that, but he still looked too good for her.
Her snake rolled the eyes for her, but locked the hard yellow gaze to the bird once again.
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As the sun warmed his face, Hemming couldn't help but drift off into a light sleep. Dagrun's cheery chirping turned into a lullaby, and the wolf's thoughts floated away completely. He barely even noticed when the bird's tune turned into an excited, "Look! Who's! This!? Hi! Hemming?" He heard another voice, then, one he recognized but couldn't quite place in his half-sleep. She spoke again, saying his name this time, and he popped one amber eye open to look. The sudden vision of light woke him up almost completely, and a gentle smile crossed his face. "Hi Catherine," he replied dozily. "That's Dagrun," he continued, lifting an arm to wave it in her general direction. "Dag, that's Catherine." His eye moved between them, Dagrun circling in the air to keep aloft now, before it closed gently.
Sleep had him clenched tightly in its soft grasp, but finally the wolf brought himself to open both his eyes and sat up, cross-legged, across from Catherine. The little bird quickly flitted back to him, landing gently between his ears and wiggling her tail feathers a bit. Her beady eyes met that of the snake, and she shook herself a bit more. "Snake! Aah, snake! Don't eat me! Hemming!" she chirped again, apparently feeling safe on top of his head because she seemed to be at least half joking about being eaten. She flexed her tail feathers again, eyes darting from the snake to the female that Hemming had just introduced her to. Dagrun hadn't met another spirit animal before, at least while she was with Hemming, and it was surely an interesting thing for her. Remembering the first time he had met Saw, the male wolf couldn't help but be a little amused at his how his stoic silence contrasted with her cheerful chirpiness.
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ooc: huahuahua Dag is such a cutey
Catherine watched the male to open one of his amber eyes and introduce her to his Spirit Guide, Dagrun. That was one pretty little thing! She smiledwamrly to the bird that flew to his head, and had to hold a giggle. He looked rather funny with it landed on his head.
Catherine glanced to the black mambe, that hadn't relaxed the aggressive position, the head raised up high, low hisses coming now and then. The grayish woman saw the snake hiss loudly at the bird, an evil smile in his shiny yellow eyes. It slithered around the male, the eyes completely locked in the bird, coiling around the male's neck slowly as the snake usually did with Catherine -that looked at him with terrified eyes-, the mouth hanging open above the bird. It was big enought o swallow the little thing at once, and that made Catherine very anxious, her eyes scowling the behavior of the snake. "You got a fly in your head... Should I shake it off?" the snake said, the hissy voice deadly. The way that the mamba said "shake it off" made the shewolf tense in her place. She could see the smile in the snake's bright yellow eyes. She knew it was ready to attack. "Saw..." She tried to say, but her voice broke. She couldn't feel her legs -even she being sat down- and her hands shooke. All that she could think was 'Crap...!'
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The safety that Dagrun felt up between Hemming's ears surely vanished immediately. If the wolf wasn't completely frozen with fear, he might have felt the way the little bird's talons were tightening into his flesh and then loosening again, anxiously. "Hemming! He's! On! Your! Neck! Hello!" she cried out, as if he hadn't noticed there was a large African snake coiled tightly around his throat. Hemming's first meeting with the snake hadn't been that pleasant, but he didn't think he had done anything to warrant this.
Saw's low hiss made a shiver run up Hemming's spine. He could feel its cold, scaly body pressed up against the bones beneath his chin, and he swallowed slowly, carefully. "Uh--uh--Saw," he stuttered, trying to find words as his eyes darted from a blurry point straight ahead to another spot tin the sky, "I'd appreciate it--if--you just--uh--removed yourself." Hemming could feel the little talons digging into his skin now, and he wondered why the bird didn't just fly away.
She had spoken to him a few times without actually making noises, the words just going into his head, and he tried to communicate with her now, unable to form any more words through his pursed lips. Even if she did receive any of his thoughts, she didn't react to them. Was she as completely frozen as he was? Could Spirit Guides die? He couldn't let that happen only a few days after meeting her, but he still couldn't get his appendages to move, and couldn't even formulate a plan to remove the snake.
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ooc: *sigh* Hemming and Dag can relax now >XD
If before Catherine was tensed, she was now pretefied. The bird in Hemming's head chirlled away with a panicked tone, and the poor male looked to have a lump in his throath as he asked Saw to back off from his neck. The grayish woman was so afraid of what could happen... She knew Spirits Guides don't die, but she never knew if they could hurt each other. That was the question in her mind that thrilled her and made her so frozen.
No, she couldn't let it happen. She wouldn't let it happen! She quickly snapped out of that petrified state with a blinks and a slight head shake, and then she took a position to the snake she had never did before. The monster inside her roared inside her mind, but she wsn't going to let it out now, even more so close to a friend. That didn't mean she wasn't going to use it as an encouragement for her behaviour.
The reddish fur between her shoulder blades rose up, her tail was straight up, her lips pulling up in her white teeth, a snarl building up in her chest. The snake didn't move the head, but looked at her with wary eyes. "Off him, Saw." She ordered, her voice husky with the snarl, demandingly aggressive. The snake closed the pitch black mouth and uncoiled from his neck, but stayed away from her, as she followed the reptile's every movement with the one white and one green eye, but both as serious as his as it had wanted to attack the little Willow. Her snarl disappeared as the distance between the mamba and the wolf and his feathery Guide got longer. Then, she was herself again, but her eyes were still hard, an angry frown of disapproval in her face as she stared at the emotionless reptile. It didn't seem to regret his acts, but still knew she wasn't going to forget that so fast.
She slowly turned her eyes to her friend, but her eyes were now soft and careful, her expression sheepish. "Sorry. I really don't know what is up to him today. Did he hurt you?" She apologized, her question directed to both of the victims. She could bet they'd be more than just careful about Saw from now on. He wasn't easily impressed, neither easily stopped while doing something. He was quite determined, as herself, but if a dark side that came and vanished as often as her, but she still controled that. They were so and so not alike...
The wolfess still looked at the two apologethicly, hoping they'd forgive them someday. Saw disppeared, as casual in a difficult moment; as she wished she could do with such ease. She grimaced to the grass where he'd be vanished, and went back to the grayish male, still a bit numb with that experience.
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Despite the impending threat, Dagrun did not leave her perch on Hemming's head. She was puffed up now, and though the act was supposed to make her look more dangerous, she was mostly just rounder and cuter. The little bird glared at the snake with beady eyes, while Hemming froze, hoping that the snake would respond to his plea favourably.
Then Catherine did something rather surprising, and the male wolf wasn't sure what was more shocking: the snake coiled around his neck or the expression on his friend's usually kind countenance. Her rage was certainly effective though, and the snake slinked away. Hemming's throat still felt compressed, and he still stared rather blankly at an invisible point somewhere in the distance. Dagrun recovered more quickly than did he, her feathers settling back down and the tension with which she gripped Hemming's sore skin lessening.
It took just a few moments for Hemming to come around, and Catherine's words and eye contact made him a little more relieved. Finally, a smile crossed his maw and a few half-hysterical laughs escaped him. His eyebrows raised and he looked down, a hand rubbing the fur on the side of his neck as if to ensure the snake was truly gone.
"Ha, yes, I'm fine, though my heart might need a few centuries to get back to its normal pace," he said, his voice a little more high pitched than usual. A wide, overwrought grin was plastered on his maw as he looked back up to Catherine. Dagrun offered a questionably helpful, "Bad snake! Bad! Snake!" and ruffled her feathers again.
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ooc: XDDD Whatever don't kill, make you (or Hemming) stronger hehe
Catherine eyes were still apologetic while Hemming laughed rather hysterically, in a way that sounded not good for the she wolf. In either manner, he'd get over that, sooner or later, she decided and returned his smile. It grew wider, but she couldn't find a way to wide her own in response. The grayish woman was still affected by her Spirit Guide's behaviour, and she tried -not succeeding- to figure out why was that.
She gave up quickly, knowing that leaving him and going to outer space while her mind wandered would be rather unpolite. Her unmatching eyes glared at him, now softened by his reactions. "I'm really sorry... Even I don't understand him sometimes... Freak." She said, scracthing a sudden itching in the back of her neck, as she noticed the fur of her neck was still a bit raisen up. She tried to relax those while looking down at the grass where he'd disappeared. 'Freak...!' She thought again, her voice angry in her mind.
The little willow got puffed up again -Catherine giggled in her mind with the irony as the bird tried to be dangerous with cuteness. Like a kitten hissing, thinking that was a tiger- and she said something like a scowl. No matter what, Saw must not be so far away yet, as an enraged hiss -that would have grown to a snarl if the snake could do so- filled the air from where she looked; where Saw had left. She felt a chill cross her spine, and the fur she tried to relax rose up again, now with fear. Jeez, she had never seen him so angry! She slowly turned back to Hemming, sighing slow and heavily. Why in the world was he so pissed off?!
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It took a few moments, but eventually Hemming had almost completely recovered. His pupils were back to their normal size, his heart rate was the same as usual, and the hair on his back was settling back down to the skin. Dagrun wiggled a tiny bit before she, too, relaxed, and settled a little closer to the wolf's head. It was a strange feeling, to have a snake wrapped around one's neck, and Hemming didn't really want to have it repeated, especially while his friend, a tasty snack, was sitting on his head. Why she hadn't just flown away was a mystery to him, and an action that might have saved both of them from the fear they had been gripped by.
He had maybe stared a little too much, but besides that, Hemming wasn't sure what he could have done to make Saw dislike him. Maybe he was just angry all the time, a thing that Hemming couldn't imagine being but could see how it could lead to situations like this. Or, perhaps, it was some instinctual desire for bird feathers. Whatever the reason was, the gray wolf didn't really want to come anywhere close to the reptile again. He was an interesting creature in that he had come from such a distant place, but beyond that he didn't seem so pleasant.
"Don't worry about it," Hemming replied, shrugging a little. He stared at the ground for a moment, the scene replaying through his head in an attempt to make it seem less surreal. "How have you been?" he asked, eyes lifting to the woman. A subject change would be nice.
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Catherine's sheepish smile grew even more embarassed, but she tried her best to make it go away. Her hand was still in her neck, trying to relax that rebel fur to settle down. Luckly, she noticed that, as the male clmed down, she too calmed down, but she couldn't move her hand out of there. It was now mostly because of the embarassement. It too seemed to go away as he reasured her he was fine.
A subject change? That looked fine for her; anything to make her forget of that awful moment. "Well, I've been fine... except for a little worm getting off my nerves" -She said, glancing angrily to the grass where he'd been gone- "But I've been doing great. You seem a bit more familiar with the Spirit Guides..." She said, adding the last part as she glanced to the bird nesting in his head. Dagrun was too cute to don't risk a light stare at it. The Willow didn't look to care as much as her own Guide.
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Hemming laughed a little, casting a glance (very nervously) to where Saw may have slithered off to. He wrung his hands in his lap, vestiges of fear being exiled to his extremities. Dagrun, though her feathers were now settled down, was keeping careful watch from her perch on the wolf's head, little black eyes moving to and fro with impeccable speed. If the snake was capable of leaping the few feet to the top of Hemming's head, she might end up as lunch. Not a pleasant experience, whether one is just a spirit or not. Despite the possibilities, the little Willow Flycatcher seemed rather content on the top of his head, and apparently the stronghold was not inferior to anywhere else she might light her small body.
"I suppose you could say that," he replied, a small grin etched into his face, though more tightly than usual. And then, with a little twinkle in his eye, he joked, "I'm certainly more familiar with yours." As his own (still rather nervous) laughter faded, he continued on a more serious note, "I still don't really understand. But, I'll learn." Hemming did seem to understand the concept a bit better, and having one of his own did enlighten him. He hadn't really thought about it much, though, in an intellectual sense. It seemed to be more of an emotional, spiritual attachment than anything that could be truly analyzed. Having Dagrun around constantly seemed almost... natural.
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Catherine couldn't help but to notice his nervous glance to where Saw had disappeared, and she couldn't argue with his anxiety. After what he had just went through, who wouldn't react as such?
She looked away, embarassed, but looked back as he spoke, answering bhis grin with a tiny smile, a slight pull in the corner of her lips. She laughed, one part because of his joke, other part because of pure histery because of the irony of his joke. Looking away, she couldn't manage to stop a sigh. Saw's actions proceeded him, and it wasn't something good to know.
The serious tone in his voice called out for her atention once again, her eyes glittering faintly with the curiosity in them. She wasn't expecting that, but a tiny voice inside her mind already was expecting that. She wasn't expected him to still don't know more about Spirit Guides. She had been expecting him to ask questions to Dagrun, but it looked like he hadn't. That little voice expected him to don't ask Dagrun. It knew he was someone who wouldn't do that.
After thinking so much so quickly, her head started to ache, and she gave up. Her eyes focused again at his eyes, and her brain seemed to calm down that racing rythim of that line of thoughts. "I bet you will soon." She said, answering him.
Suddenly, she felt like there was nothing else to be said in that moment, and silent dragged around them. She just looked down, making circles in the ground with her index finger's claw, not willing to be the one to break that heavy silent.
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Hemming had known Dagrun for less than two days so far, and in the time that they had spent together the wolf was trying to understand her personality as much as possible. He would get to know her a little before asking questions about her past an any other sort of probing question, as asking right away had always seemed rash to him. If he built up a good connection with her, surely the little bird would be more willing to tell him more, and perhaps even speak continuously without too much prompting. Hemming always enjoyed monologues that seemed to go on forever, endless twists and turns of words and tales.
"I'm certain of it, too," he replied gently, paying attention again to the weight that sat between his ears. He didn't mind the silence that fell between them, then, and turned his gaze out to the fields that waved around them. It was a good day to enjoy the sunshine, to let Dagrun see what this place was like in nice weather. A few birds sung in the distance, and Hemming knew that he would never listen to them the same. He had formed bonds with birds before, but it was never like this. For once, they could talk back.
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