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Post by aba'akoba on Jul 25, 2023 2:14:21 GMT
I got a new life,
you would hardly recognize me
The mid-day sun was warm on Ako's back as she waited near the camp entrance that day. She lacked her usual goofy smile, though it wasn't for a poor mood. In fact, despite her serious expression, the slow wag of her tail betrayed her good mood. The reason behind her focus was that the job she had been assigned that day was important. She would be escorting and assisting one of the Healers by the name of Tatu'elier. Even Ako knew that such an assignment was of critical importance.
Even if there was no need for a guard that day, Ako could always assist in carrying more than the dalmatian would be able to bring back by herself. Ako really hoped that lugging around bundles of herbs would be what her strength would be used for that day. Despite her innate talent as a fighter she wasn't fond of needless bloodshed. Or needed bloodshed, really. She usually hoped that if it came to a threat from other canna, she could just put on her most serious face and her short cropped ears and broad build would be intimidating enough to keep it from devolving to violence. Or that they would be willing to talk it out - that would definitely be better.
"Hey there!" the pitbull greeted as the spotted canna entered her line of sight, some of her usual grin creeping onto her face, "Are you ready to get going?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2023 22:13:05 GMT
 I got a heartbreak habit that I can't kick only you can ease the pain Tatu'elier sulked through the doorway that provided the canna an exit from the greenhouse. Her head and tail were both held low as she felt a sense of dejection washing over her.
It was true, the past week or so she had grown short with her own ren, Ridna'aba. He was getting to that age where he was too big to suckle and be treated like a baby any longer. In fact, in only a few short days he would be named an Ah'mir ele'cannara and receive his very own mentor. But while the mood swings would strike the mother dog and cause her to lash out towards her clingy offspring in one moment, in the next she would find herself coddling him and pouring every thought and feeling into her one surviving pup. No, that wasn't true. She had a whole pata to call her own still. Even if Li'Gru'e had unfairly cast them into the premature roles of cadets due to the lout shortage, they were still her puppies. While Li'Greyo's pata now had their mentors, she had left Ridna'aba in the - hopefully - capable paws of her childhood friend, Miera'e Grair'kira. She just hoped that little Mufara'kah - Miera's apprentice - would not be too antagonistic towards her adoptive brother.
Lost deep in her thoughts, the spotted canna nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden announcement of another in her company. It took only a brief moment for the young mother to turn towards the voice, a snarl worn on her face and the fur along her spine standing on end. Her tail was held high while her head remained low and guarding her chest in a defensive position. Regaining her grasp on reality, Tatu lowered her tail and lifted her head, her eyes harboring an apologetic sorrow to them. Ever since the bimori in the woods with her pata she had found herself a bit on edge when it came to surprises, especially with any pups nearby or fresh on her mind.
She sheepishly nodded her head in response to the cropped-eared canna's inquiry. Embarrassment at her own reaction was clearly worn on her face, though she did not dare to mention it out loud. With any hope, Aba'akoda had not really paid her threat any mind.
Aba'akoda. She was one of the new faces within the Ah'mir after Tatu'elier had returned from her adventures following the rozo'ama akoda. She hadn't really gotten to get to know or even talk with her since the dalmatian's unceremonious reintroduction into the clan. There had been so many new faces, yet she had been blind to all but the pata - and the clan's shadowspeaker, though not by her own volition. Stepping forward towards the woods, a question darted across her mind.
"Aba'akoda, have you ever seen the color run before?" she asked in an effort to break the awkward silence she had created. Her question was followed by a soft wag of her tail at the thought. Memories of her first color runs as a ren flashed in her mind. Again she could feel the excitement of it in her chest - though not for herself, but for the pata who would be experiencing it for the very first time.
"It is always so exciting and fun, and beautiful, too. I'm sure you'll love it!" she said with a soft smile, glancing at her traveling companion for only a brief moment before her chocolate eyes began to scan the ground up ahead in search of the colorful summer flowers.
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Post by aba'akoba on Jul 31, 2023 2:49:48 GMT
I got a new life,
you would hardly recognize me
If the Pitbull was startled by the growling - which she was - it didn't show beyond a slight widening of her eyes and apologetic lowering of her head. She was accustomed in many ways to others reacting in such a manner. Usually it was because she'd stepped on their tail while trying to snuggle up, of course, but she was quite used to being told off. When the other also looked apologetic, Ako quickly smiled again, her tail returning to a slow perpetual wag. Despite that, she elected not to pressure the other to speak, instead falling into what she interpreted as an easy silence.
The question caught her off guard. From what she could recall, at least one color run had occurred since she had joined, but unfortunately, she'd never been around to see it. There had always been some reason for her to be away. She hoped the same would not be said for the next. She had heard tales of the smears of color and delightful fun that the canna in attendance had - and she sure didn't want to miss that again!
"Not yet - I'm excited for the next one," She replied cheerfully, her tail wagging becoming more rapid, "I bet everyone looks so beautiful covered in all those colors!"
Her mind drifted off to trying to picture the event. No matter how many times she heard about it, it remained difficult to imagine. Snapping back to reality, she she her head as if to shake her mind out of the clouds, "No one told me what we were looking for today. Anything I should try extra hard not to step on?"
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