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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2023 4:00:11 GMT
"Don't cause any trouble." The words played on repeat in the mutt's head.
Thomas's legs were beginning to feel sore from the brisk walk across borders. The journey had been a fairly quiet one thus far. He wasn't one to want to push his luck so he had remained silent. The air about the female he was following was a domineering one - at least, to his own senses. His friendly expressions and wagging tail had done little to quell her stoic appearance. He was almost beginning to doubt his decision to follow her into her clan territory and meet with their head dog.
A small spark of an idea crossed his mind. The harsh-feeling personality of one canna did not represent that of the entire clan. Sure, Rapha'yona had seemed harsh upon his introduction as well, but he came around quite quickly. Plus, it made sense for these canines living in the wild and fending for themselves to not be entirely trusting of one another right out of the gate - especially strangers. And then there was the clan leader, Navira. She hadn't been hostile at all. In fact, it was her rallying encouragement that had inspired him to not simply fall over and die after the great disaster that befell the town and his loss of his human owner. His tail began its unconscious movement again at the memory. Maybe she would even recognize him?
The male's head was leveled straight with his back, his tail hung low as he kept to himself. As the two approached a quick moving river he paused. His orange eyes were wide and he wore a nervous expression plainly on his face. He lifted his head and raised his gaze to meet that of his companion. Surely they were not going to cross with the fast flowing current of rainwater and the beginnings of snow melt. He opened his maw, stifling a nervous pant. "Which way now?" His tone was hopeful for an answer regarding a directional change.
@hassionakah , @damien
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2023 16:30:45 GMT
If this is to end in fire we should all burn
together  Much to Hassi's content, her temporary traveling companion kept quiet for most of the trek. She'd been expecting a barrage of questions that she didn't particularly want to answer. A canna of few words, she much preferred silence to insistent and unnecessary conversation. At the water's edge, her march was halted by Thomas' question breaking the silence. The charcoal shepherd looked back her companion, "Forward. If you cannot cross, you cannot join the clan." Even if they were accepting of everyone, the Ah'mir valued strength. It was why she had abandoned the Why'Os. They had become weak, too weak. Anymore and the clan would have been lost. She could not bear to see her beloved clan shrivel up into nothing. No, by that point, they were no longer the same clan she had loved. Thomas may look weak now, but he was sure to improve with some thudu and care. Without hesitation, Hassi waded into the water. Standing in the water, she looked back at Thomas expectantly, "Coming?" She didn't wait for a response and made her way across the river. Pulling herself out on the other side, she looked back to see if Thomas would make the crossing. Notes and things can go here |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2023 19:00:09 GMT
Forward? So she did expect him to cross. And if he didn't then he would not be allowed into their ranks? A soft whine escaped the male's throat at the thought. The idea of what may happen to him if he was unable to succeed did not even manage to cross his mind. His assumption was he would be left alone again, not even considering a more brutal removal of the mutt from the Ah'mir territory.
Thomas lacked the visual confidence that was apparent in his companion's vigor. His tail drooped as he watched her plunge into the water. He had never been a very competent swimmer. But, he had made his decision. He was going to join these dogs and establish a new home for himself. A new life. ...A better life? One could only hope.
He nodded his head in confirmation at Hassi'onakah's inquiry and, dipping his head down in a blatant display of aversion, he stepped off of the bank. Keeping his gaze on the other canna, he noted how she seemed to easily and flawlessly cross the threshold. His ears folded back as he began to pace nervously in the shallow water. Well, it was now or never. He lifted his head and puffed out his chest in a bluff of confidence - not for the benefit of his companion, more so trying to convince himself. Taking a deep breath he plunged into the current.
Upon landing in the icy water, Thomas found himself sinking like a rock. Cold prickles of ice cut through his fur and jabbed into his skin, sending shivers through the entirety of the shepherd's body. Panic began to set in as he attempted a breath under the water, filling his mouth, stomach, and lungs with liquid. Desperately he began to flail his limbs before rising to the surface. Once as the barrier was broken he gasped for air, his paddles splashing in every direction. He let out a coarse bark before noticing the shadowed figure of the femme shepherd on the other bank. He had his target. Leaning forward he strove to propel himself in her direction, his paws still slapping at the water wildly.
What had taken place in only a few minutes had felt like hours to the male in his seemingly life or death struggle - at least, life or death in his own perspective. Any onlookers might have believed they witnessed the swimming attempts of an inebriated fool. Forcing himself forward, he found land beneath his feet as he stepped out onto the beached side of the river.
"Did I make it?" he asked through panicked breaths. His tail began to wag softly at the realization that he was once again on dry, solid land. In a sober state of ecstasy, he stood with his head down low, his legs spread in a braced position, and smiling dumbly as his fur dripped from its soaked state.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2023 15:54:44 GMT
If this is to end in fire we should all burn
together Despite how clearly Thomas displayed his dislike of the idea of crossing the river, Hassi was uncompromising and uncaring. If he couldn't cross the river, he couldn't join the clan. Simple as that. Watching the black shepherd make the crossing, Hassi was thoroughly unimpressed by the floundering display of what was essentially a newborn fawn. At one point, watching Thomas' head slip under, she wondered if crossing this simple river was too much for the young canna. But despite the odds, Thomas' head broke the surface and the brute made it to shore. "Yes, you did," she answered plainly, looking down on the soaking mutt. She had seen more bravery from newborns. The black fae only waited a moment for Thomas to catch his breath before walking off again. "Let's continue."A few paces later, the greenhouse of the Ah'mir came into view. "This is the Ah'mir clan's base." Striding into the ruined building, Hassi'onakah only had one goal in mind: Chief Greyo'miera. "Do not disrepect the Chief," she warned. Spotting the large, shadowed brute, she padded up to the Ah'mir's Chief. "Chief Greyo'miera," she called out respectfully, "I have someone to introduce to you."
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