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[Dawali Amara]

All welcome - only one participant please! Word Count: 360 The leather pouch at his waist bulged as he bent down again, his feet knee-deep in the water. He'd never really given the large stream that ran through all of their lands any name, although apparently it was called "Mersey River". Someone had spoken about it, naming it that - although he didn't remember who it had been. If the word had a meaning the man didn't know what it was, but he happily accepted the name. Now he didn't have to think of something fitting himself. Nimble fingers found what he was looking for amongst the sprouting vegetation by his feet. A specific herb, growing only by rivers or in fens - it had many uses. Mostly it could relieve pains of the throat or any other mucous membrane, especially itching, but it could also kill fungus infections and be helpful for the pregnant. The last thing on the list he'd figured out when Mischka had been pregnant with Aiyanna - her pains in certain areas had known no boundaries, it seemed. He'd tried the herb, knowing it wasn't harmful for the litter, and apparently it had soothed other minor pains as well. What a useful little thing it was, an almost flowerless plant (the flowers were small, and could only be seen briefly throughout the plant's lifetime), as hard to find as it was a necessary component in his medicine pouch. He had hoped to find it, and he'd been surprised - it grew in very healthy numbers already, and no doubt it would continue to multiply healthily throughout the summertime. Smiling, Dawali got up again, and placed his hands on the small of his back, stretching it. He'd been standing bent over for too long. A solid sigh of relief could be heard from him as he stood there and enjoyed not straining his back or knees. Today's work would be over soon enough - he could continue tomorrow. The herbs weren't going anywhere anyways. Wading out of the shallow river-part he'd been standing in, the man squinted up towards the sun. All in all it was a good day, even if his back was killing him.

[Attila Aston]

lol, Attila bugging Dawali XD Attila was giving a try at tracking his weaker borther, Claudius. It was being hard, although the scent was still noticable. Or it had been long age the cry-baby passed here, or he found a way to disguise his smell with other things. The last one Attila doubted a lot. Being the stupid Clau always had been, it would be near to impossible for him to find this out. The river was overfloowing the boy's white ears, but he could still distinct a few other sounds. Such as the birds, peeing up top, in the tree's branches; his feet trotting in the ground; feet getting soaked in the water... The Aston boy rose his head, the ears up, in alert. That one was quiet different. Sniffing the air, his white-spotted muzzle toward the clean, blue sky. He could reconize that smell anywhere. Turning away from the tempting track of his littermate, his small legs went toward the river bend, finding a reddish male stretching the back. His registered mark, the nasty kid's evil grin painted in his face. Dawali. Lowering his body to the ground, like a stalking puma, the boy dragged himself at a thick tuff of grass, which made him invisible from his prey. The poor male at the river couldn't grasp the problem he was in. Attila shifted his body, so he was ready to spring. Like while he hunted his brither and sisters, he sprang, his legs speeding as the race got longer. He grown pretty much during these days, his body structure getting even more pronounced. Muscles building up, bones growing longer, and other stuff. Even the "s" was coming out more often. When he was a yard away from him, he jumped, all of his feet landing of the male's legs. The prankish boy hugged his legs tighly, putting them together. Of course, he would lose the balance and fall. That would be funny. It was Dawali he was tricking, but better than no trick at all.

[Dawali Amara]

Word Count: 291 As he stood there, squinting at the sun, the male did not at first notice the boy coming towards him. The flowing river carried away the scents in the area, and he had blinded himself momentarily by looking directly at the great star. However, it did not take long before he could hear something moving - for he'd grown up by a river, and he knew their sounds well. This sound was not the sound of a river, and when he enlarged his nostrils for a second he noticed a smell which was neither his own, not the river's. Before the man could pinpoint exactly whose smell it was, however, a ball of white came hurtling at him, revealing the master of the scent. It was Attila, the largest of Tay's pups. He seemed to be the more unruly of them, if one took into consideration that Noir only wanted positive attention, whilst Attila would take either. His face plummeted towards the ground as the naughty child wrapped his form around the red male's legs, and he crashed into the ankle-high water with a loud sound of surprise. Instinctively he shook his legs to rid them of their hinder, and whilst doing so he looked to the child with a scornful look. Attila! You get off this very instant! Shaking his lanky legs carefully, he did not want to accidentally harm the boy, even if he was acting out of line. Oh he would hear it once the male got on his feet. It was no way to behave towards the leader of the pack, and certainly not when his family had been shown such great care under his watchful eyes! He would do well to be a little more humble.

[Attila Aston]

Crappy post XP The boy felt the adult falling down, but didn't let go. The water got closer and closer, and his lightish fur got soaked wet. His prey twisted around the legs, the ones he held with wild determination. It was too strong, but the Aston kid wasn't going to give up, no matter how much it complained about. Holding strongly to one of his legs, he let go of the other so he could stand up. It was funny, and dangerous in the same time. After all, Dawali was the sub-leader and deserved his respect... but the large-sized boy never did. Always with his brute horse play, expecially with his brother, he had a sense of humor. Unfortunately, not everyone understood it. His instincts demanded for him to shake the excess water in the long fur, but still told him to keep holding the prey. Thrilled with that battle in his head, he shook the water off his fur -as much as he could- while still holding Dawali's leg. It would be a very fun scene, if someone looked at it.

[Dawali Amara]

Word Count: 291 After some commotion he felt the boy let go of his one foot, although he did not intend to stand up whatsoever. Twisting around so he sat on his bum, his long arms reached down towards the leg where Attila was clasping himself stuck to it. Water splashed here and there as he struggled, his furs were soaked and his herbs likely damaged now - the whole day in ruins, and his efforts too. The look on Dawali's face was likely priceless, still surprised at the "friendly" attack, but mostly the face was angry. He was furious. Not only did he believe it was acceptable to act in this way, in addition he failed to listen to his warning and let go! His arms reached for the child, aiming to grab his front legs which were wrapped around his leg. If he could just get a hold of them he could force the child to let go without hurting him, but Dawali's temper was not made out for this. Certainly, Tayui would be interested in knowing how her child behaved! Oh the child would wish he was never born - Dawali wasn't that old, and there was no running away. For his own support he attempted to lift that leg in the direction of his outstretched hands so that he may catch the child, and as he did so he called out to him again, his voice an angry boom of authority. Attila Aston! This is no way to behave, now let go!

[Attila Aston]

-- Attila lost the sense of location when the water splashed all around him, wetting him even more, burning his eyes and bluring his vision. When Dawali called out, so demanding and authoritary, he knew he wa in great trouble. The Aston boy knew it wouldn't be a good idea, but he didn't care at all. He would take the consequences, don't matter what it was, or he would simply cheat it. Running away from the red wolf's leg, he jumped away from the sub-leader and runned to the riverbend, and whipped off the water from his long pelt, throwing it all over the air. When he was looking more like a ristly white tuff of fur, he lowered the front part of his body, his elbow touching the ground, and his bump up high, his tail wagging from side to side. A playful position, and he barked a pitch sound, as an invite to play. He knew it was rather ironic, as he knew it would make the adult even more angry. And it was kind of the intention of it.

[Dawali Amara]

Sorry for the wait. The boy let go and bounced off a couple of yards from him, shaking his fur free from the clasping water. Dawali spent a few moments regaining control of the situation - still surprised - before he finally got to his feet and shook some of himself free of water as well. His tail was erect, looking as if it couldn't possibly point upwards any further, clearly stating that he was more than angry with the boy. He was furious. He was warm, and his heart raced, mostly from the surprise, but not exactly subdued when he had become this angry. Now, if Attila had done this as an accident it would have been all right, but he had not. He was acting childishly beyond what could be explained by his age, and irresponsibly. Dawali was the oldest tribe member, and Attila could have hurt him! Besides, had he no respect? No gratitude? The red wolf male spent a few moments ignoring the boy's stance and bark, simply looking at him and his fluffy white pelt. His arms hung straight down and the tips of his ears leaned backwards, aggressively. He would never attack the boy, but he would make certain he knew that he was angry. His pelt bristled, and his steel cold gaze should be more than sufficient to put the boy into a position of submission, although Dawali doubted he would very much. Is this a way to show your gratitude, boy? To attack the tribe's elder and leader? His words boomed across the short distance between them, not unnecessarily loud, but close to it. He wanted to make an impression, and if this did not, then he wasn't entirely certain what would be needed to put some humility into the boy.

[Attila Aston]

Attila being punk rebel XP Attila frowned confused at the red wolf's agressive pose, right before lowering one brow and raising the other. What the heck was wrong with him? The pale boy then relaxed the pose right before sitting and tilting his head. The sub-leader almost was yelling at him, talking about gratitude, etc, etc... and of him had attacked him. A ironic laugh came out of his white muzzle, almost like a cough. "What the heck!? Wha... Don't you have any sense of humor, man? C'mon, take it easy!" he said, not taking the situation as seriously as the older male. 'What a freak!', the Aston boy thought. If Dawali thought he actually scared him, he'd have to work harder, at the very least. So sad...

[Dawali Amara]

Word Count: 375 The boy's attitude did not loosen, but at least now he spoke. However, his words did absolutely nothing to soothe the anger of the tribe leader. What, if he had no sense of humor? What about his own clear lacking in respect and some common sense? Dawali had plenty of humor, anyone who knew him knew this, and it wasn't as if he regularly had trouble with children, either. This one, though... Dawali felt tension gripping him tightly, for what was he to do? Yell at the boy? Threaten him? He could not do either. He could not find it in himself to override his own feeling of pride, to sink as low as to yell at a child which is not his own, even though he deserved it. And he had little to threaten the boy with, as Attila knew very well that Dawali would never throw him out of the tribe or anything like that. He could threaten him about his mother, though. And to clean the stables. Yes, a fitting task for an unruly child - a little taste of what it feels like to work hard with nothing but more crap coming at you. His stance changed, and went from dominating and furious to simply dominating. Nevertheless the boy would still have to be sensible someday, if he wished to have some respect from the others at all. I have plenty of humor, Attila, but I do not find it funny to go face down in the dirt. Now, perhaps you should apologize? He'd give the boy a chance, but he might punish him anyway. After all, someone had to make sure this one gained some character. Nothing made someone into a man better than a good reprimand by his mother, and perhaps some dirty work. Dawali didn't mean to be cruel, but he firmly believed in discipline - though not violence. And it was in fact this part of him, the pacifist in him, that Attila had given a firm kick, because Dawali did not believe in being rough with others at all. It upset him that such a small child could be oblivious to that fact - most of the tribe's members would know that about him rather quickly.

[Attila Aston]

-- Attila heard the male reply his argument, but that male had already spoiled his little prank. Why did adults had to be so grumpy about those things. They say that pup only play fighting, but when he plays with Claudius, they start saying that he hurted him, and all of that stuff. What a bunch of confused people, those adults were. He made a face, but saied a very quiet, low "Sorry..." It was so low that the male wouldn't likely had heard, but the young boy wasn't in the mood of saying it again.

[Dawali Amara]

His insides still shook with anger, directed at the boy, but as his form was more relaxed he spent his time wiping the mud and water from his chest and face - waiting for that apology. The wetness was slowly dripping down those red furs of his, and the itch and uncomfortableness didn't stop when he tried to wipe the water free of him. He shifted his weight uncomfortably, but his gaze remained on the boy, who now made a face and moved his lips. What? the boy had not limits it seemed, grimacing like that. He should realize that he was getting closer to adult age, and that when he was considered an adult he couldn't make such faces when he wanted to, or surprise attack people. That sort of behavior belonged to the child, the very young child, not the child of the age that Attila was. His gaze was stern as he stopped his movements and bade the boy repeat his words - he couldn't seriously believe that was sufficient as an apology, did he? He had to have missed out on more than one lecture as a young child, that much was for certain. You'll have to speak up, Attila. I can't hear a thing when you mumble. Oh, the elders of the tribe would have scolded this child until he did not know up or down, had he lived in the old AniWaya. No such behavior would be tolerated - it stank of disrespect, and Dawali could not bear it. Someday, somehow, he would get some social intelligence into this child. That much was for certain.

[Attila Aston]

-- Attila heard the red male asking him to talk louder. The pale boy rolled the grayish blue eyes, but said -reluctantly- again louder. "I'm sorry...!" The last word came out bitterly, but not enough for the elder to notice it -as the boy thought so-. Attila looked to the water, as a flash glittered out of the water, as the sunshine hit on the flickering object. It looked like the plants Dawali was gathering were lost, taken by the flow. At least, some were still there, hanging in the small river rocks. Although, they weren't the focus of his cold eyes. Without looking back to the male, a vacant expression, the eyes glittering of concentration and excitement, the two feelings boiling in his light body. The boy went to the water, stepping very slowly and careful, not wanting to scare him prey. He knew some of the mechanics of hunting, one of the most important of those were to keep silent and invisible to the prey. He prepared, the muscles of his legs tensioned and ready to spring. All of a sudden, his long legs pulled him forward, landing a meter away from where he once stood, water wetting around him, his eyes locked in the big silver fish he was preying at all the time. The fish was startled and shook the scaled body all around, making it difficult for the young hunter to sink the white claws in it, the slippery skin lingering through his gray paws. After a good fight, he managed to bite the square head of the fish -whatever it was-, his growing but sharp fangs able to hold to the twisting fish, that shook the wet tail in one of the side of the bully boy's face. It ached a bit, the slaps audible to anyone. The strenght of the water creature was enough to make the young predator's head moved with the inertia. The bully kid looked arrogantly to the leader male, enjoying the big prize he won. The pale legs of the boy moved in a jumpy trot to the dry land, sitting dramatically, the fish losing the fight for its life. Well, after all, the boy got some food for him. Maybe he'd share with the tribe elder. Maybe he'd not. He was sure that the red wolf would be a bit impressed with his hunting skills. After all, hunting his coward brother had earned some benefits for the growing pup.

[Dawali Amara]

Word count: 449 The elder sighed and shook his head when the boy could not even apologize properly when rectified. It was a disgrace, really. His gaze went to the water below him, in thought, for what did he have to do to shake some honor into this boy? Did he not even remotely care about his social standing, making friends, or how everyone saw him from the outside? It troubled him, and for a moment he blamed himself - being sort of a father figure for the children, he thought perhaps he had not been there enough. But then he remembered that Attila had been bullying his smaller brother since they were born and able, and the blame he placed on himself was swept away. Attila was simply a trouble-child, and perhaps he had to accept him as such. Though, he did not want to do so, and right now he was certainly not in the mood to do so! Dawali lifted his eyes from having stared downward in thought, and found that the child had already cast his own behavior away from his worries, and was now stalking in the water. Perhaps for a fish - Dawali did not know, as his angle to the sun made him unable to see the movements below the surface. Since the leader was polite, unlike the child, he did not interrupt, and let the boy stalk his lunch in silence. Surprisingly enough he managed to catch the fish, and while Dawali was in fact impressed by this, his mood was not milder. The boy had disregarded their conversation and begun to entertain himself instead, showing no will to even consider himself in the eyes of others, and again acting disrespectfully towards his leader. Had it been another who had the reins he might not be as flexible and understanding, and if Attila kept up this behavior he could put himself in bad situations. It was Dawali's responsibility to take control of that, even if the child annoyed him to no end. His face was stern and parent-like as he looked at the boy with the arrogant pose. Then, speaking up, his tone made it clear that the fish was of no interest to him whatsoever, and that he considered his behavior increasingly disrespectful. Congratulations, you now have lunch. Tell me, what good is it to apologize for something when you leave to do something like that in the middle of a conversation? You should learn from your mistakes, Attila - not repeat them. The male paused for a small moment to look at the fish as it bounced this way and that, gasping for water. You would perhaps benefit from some work within the pack..?

[Attila Aston]

ooc: Shall we close it in the next round?

Attila's arrogant face twisted and faded into a half dissapointed, half annoyed. What the heck was up for that man today? He was so good-humored,and now he was just so... grumpy? Was it his little joke? Then, the male should already be moody before. After all, it was just a joke!

He rolled his eyes and shook slightly and slowly his head in disbelief. "Sorry, boss, if it was you that went all absent-minded a minute ago. I thought the talk was over!" He said, spitting the word "boss", ironic and yet not so degrading, but still remembering the red wolf of his sudden absence. Dawali looked to be in other galaxy, for crying out loud! "Besides, I already made an effort here. I said I was sorry, and that's already something, right?" The boy continued, mentioning his advance. It wasn't everyday that he asked for forgiveness.

The male's next question truned his face confused, but somehow wary. He gave the male a side look, not really liking the way he left that sentence half finished. "What do you mean by that..?" He asked, his voice inke with confusing, wariness and a bit of curiosity. What did he meant with that?

[Dawali Amara]

Allright - one more round? Also, sorry for the wait - internet problems :/ Word count: 336 It seemed it was a blessing, perhaps, that he had had only girls as his daughters. Rumors said boys were more unruly, although he didn't know whether it was true. Attila compared to his sisters seemed to confirm that myth, and Dawali found himself at a loss. How to approach this stubbornness? A few sentences of rebellion was uttered by the creamy boy, and at that Dawali remained silent. He proclaimed his wish for forgiveness had been uttered with the word "sorry", although his behavior did not do anything to support his actions. Shaking his head disapprovingly, the male answered in a fatherly tone of voice. He wished to teach this boy a lesson now, once and for all - for all his misbehaving. Tell me, child - if I do something bad towards you, is it rectified with a single word? An apology is not an apology if you merely say the word "sorry". You're gonna have to try a little harder than that. His gaze was stern and his form was unmoving. Dawali noticed the change in Attila's stance as he gave him a little something to think on. His hand went to his hip and rested there as his gaze went to the horizon for a moment. Hm... It was unnecessary, but no member of the pack who had seen the way this child behaved could disagree with the fact that he needed a little scare. Finally his eyes reached for the gaze of the young one again, but Dawali's voice was still calm itself - the initial surprising anger had blown over, and he was back in control of himself. Here came moral. What do I mean? Well, for one the stables need regular cleaning. A hint of a shine could be seen in his eyes then, in the brief pause before he continued. Tell me, boy, have you decided what you want to become when you reach adulthood? If Attila thought he was changing the subject, he was very very wrong.

[Attila Aston]

ooc: yep ^^ And no worry, I wasn't near a decent Internet for about a week!

The boy listened with a lowered head to the sub-leader's speech. He had heard speeches like that. When it come to things like that, the pale boy had heard it all before, and then some. It grew boring and more boring as time passed, and he also grew tired of that. Once, he even considered changing his behaviour, but not that much. He sighed when it ended, but said nothing. He knew it was better when they saw his faked guilt. Probably, they'd have learned he wasn't that guilty, but he wasn't caring about that now.

His eyes widened for a while when the male spoke about him having to clean the stables, but he soon recomposed his expression before looking again at the red wolf. he looked calm, but his heart beat hadn't calmed down yet. He knew that, in any way, he would have Claudius doing that for him. All that coward would need was a little threatening and nothing more.

But, what really thrilled him was the male's next question. What did he meant with that? The boy wasn't the kind of person that liked to think a lot about the future, even less about his future profession. His brows furrowed while he thought quickly, biting his lower lip. What were the jobs in the tribe once again? Medicine - his mother was part of that -, Scouting, War, Fire Tending - a stupid one, he always thought -, Craftsmen - that coward chicken, Hemming, was part of that, as he heard about it - and Hunting.

The only ones that actually atracted him in the moment were War, Hunting and, perhaps, Craftsmen. He always thought of himself as a warrior or as a hunter, but creating weapons would be fine too. He grimaced for a second. "I'm not sure... Maybe a warrior or hunter..." He said lowly, mostly to himself. The boy didn't meantion Craftsmen because he wasn't that atracted by it. Then, a wary look through narrowed eyes to the male. "Why...?" He asked, his voice dragging with wariness. Why would that guy be interested in that, and all of a sudden?

[Dawali Amara]

The boy answered to his liking, and it made carrying his point through easier. He was glad, and noticed with a hint of guilty conscience that he found some form of smug pleasure from doing this. Perhaps it made him a bad person, but he didn't do this for his own pleasure. This wasn't revenge. It was not the first time that Attila had misbehaved, and the boy needed to understand that he couldn't keep it up. If he disgraced his family at the next ceremony as well, Dawali would be deeply dissatisfied with him. His hand on his hip, the red wolf male gesticulated with the other hand as he spoke, no longer hinting, but getting to he point now. A hunter or a warrior holds some respect from the other members in the pack. If I were you, I wouldn't expect to reach such a ranking anytime soon, unless you behave yourself. Pausing, the male looked away, annoyed. His belt itched at his waist, now that it was wet from Attila's river-attack. And, what would be the best suitable punishment for this? If the boy wanted to be a warrior or hunter, he would have to deal with the horses anyway. Looking back at the boy, the male continued. To learn from this, you will agree to help me clean out the stables every day for half a moon. Perhaps that will teach you some manners? He stood like a cliff, waiting for Attila's response. Oh he wouldn't like this.

[Attila Aston]

ooc: So, shall we close, and fade to black? ^^

Attila noticed a new speech from the male, but, this time, decided to fake that he was paying attention. But, actually, his pretending began to turn true attention. Unfortunately, for the young kiddo's ego, that red male was right. If he didn't change his behaviour, it would get rather messed up, for he'd need others' trust.

Well, people could have two personalities, couldn't they? The medic and the monster, right? That's what he'd do. Sweet in public, bitter alone. That sounded fine for him. The boy nodded, planning to use his plan seriously. He nodded, his eyes still faraway, measuring the reactions to his actions in the future. They looked fine. Great!

Of course, what the older male said made all his fur, from the top of his head to the end of his tail, raise up, both of fear and hate. What. The. Hell?!? No way. The boy stood up, in a defensive stance. "H-h-half... a moon?!" He asked, his voice pitch with fear and rage. That was bad... really, reallly, really bad! For a moment, he panicked. Of course that he couldn't denial that "invitation", but he also couldn't bare to say yes. Crap! Stick to the plan already! Get a hold on yourself! He kept yelling that to himself inside his mind. He felt his legs shiver in the slightest way, but still. With a large breathe, he controlled his voice, and just nodded a half-ass "Aye...!" and relaxed his stance, although his muscles were stiff, reluctant to obey his comands. If he was starting to "change", he had to do as soon as possible, right?

[Dawali Amara]

Dawali leaves IC now, and it's up to you if you want to post again with Attila or not :) I'll archive it in a few days if I don't see you replying, ok? :) Word Count: 303 The shock that spread on the boy's face, at the seemingly ridiculous amount of time he'd have to do this chore caused a smile to spread on the red wolf's face. It would seem that he was simply pleased that the boy agreed to working with him, but there was another reason for the smile; a small flame of satisfaction. If a scare was needed to get the boy back on track, and his own irritation was vented with it, then it was an added bonus, definitely. His arms were crossed as he looked at the boy and his reactions, taking in the effect of his words. So, the boy was not pleased.. for once? Perhaps he would learn. If not, Dawali wasn't certain what he would do. Luckily, his actions seemed to be working so far, and by the time Attila was done working with him in the stables he was certain they would know each other better. Perhaps, in time, even this little rebel would become an honorable person. You'd never know. Smiling, Dawali spoke a last time, his eyes warmer now, and his sternness not as heavy. Good. We start tomorrow at dawn, meet me at the stables. And don't try anything funny, I'll be working alongside you every day. And by every day he meant every day. And if Attila thought that was bad, he should feel what it was like to be on one's own, and fight for food every single day. There was no such thing as spare time. The male took a step forward to pat the boy on his shoulder in an accepting way, before turning and walking away. After he'd gained the distance of some feet, he raised his hand and called out finally, not looking back at the boy. See you tomorrow, Attila!