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Userinfo	Posted: Oct. 15, 2006 - 11:12am Quote
Cochise Posts: 66 Contact	Cochise couldn’t resist a good autumn morning if she had wanted to. There was something quite alluring and relaxing about the interesting colours that the leaves began to sport until their descent to the ground. While the birds sang just as frequently and perhaps just as furiously as they did in the spring and summer, their song almost sounded different to her in a way. Some animals had migrated away, while others had made their way over the mountain and mistakenly into an enclosure that was lined with wolves. But that was how it had been for the last few years that she could remember. Everything did the same thing but often enough it never looked the same twice. Perhaps like snowflakes, she hadn’t seen two leaves with the same folds and cracks and wrinkles as another. Meandering down a path that she often took in the morning, the dark-haired medic watched a squirrel skitter out of her path in a rather mouthy way, jabbering on in tongues that she couldn’t even begin to comprehend. The pond came up in her vision over a small hill in the path, and she lazily made her way towards it, ignoring the fact that probably sometime during the night some foreigner from the adjacent valley had been there to have a dip in it’s placid waters or drink from it without care. It angered her, but she didn’t think much of it right at that moment. Cochise didn’t want to be troubled by the fact that they had a bunch of bozos running around in Hó’nehe — some of them even threatening in their own way. She sighed at the thought of the calm waters being disturbed, but decided to bother them long enough for a drink. WLC! — 40
Userinfo	Posted: Oct. 15, 2006 - 4:31pm Quote
Zyanya Posts: 38 Contact	The small glen near the edge of the pond had proven a refuge. It was the perfect place to hold a séance, for it was far enough into Hó’nehe-hsto’e that few trespassers made it this far, and its location next to the placid water’s edge often provided perfect fog to set the mood. As was custom of the recluse Spirit-Whisperer, Zyanya had set up her personal den relatively far from the center of Tribe activities, providing for her privacy and need for space as well as appealing to her own aesthetic pleasure—the view from the den peaked through shades of yellows and reds to look over the tarn. Curled up in a ball, eyes oriented towards the motionless water (spare for the flick of a fish or a bug here or there), the Ma’heoneve was enjoying her afternoon of tranquility. No spirits were calling and no meeting had been planned for the day; no trespassers were fouling up the air or the land as far as she could see; the weather was unflawed. Perfect for a nap, until… It was as if her heart stopped and breath caught when the form of a wolf came into view through her small “window” on the world. There were so many strangers touring through the place that it was instinctive now to believe yet another was barging in this far—but the tension just as quickly disappeared. Not a foreign face, not at all. The dis-ease gave way to a smile and a quick rise from bed, paws barely touching the earth as they craftily carved a trail through the thick foliage. Cochise! Zyanya called out brightly, tail wagging softly as she approached the other. How are you?
Userinfo	Posted: Oct. 15, 2006 - 6:40pm Quote
Cochise Posts: 66 Contact	Cochise was perfectly content with just drinking out of the water and going on her way through the misty land, but that was disrupted when something moved out of the corner of her eye. Instinctively she went up on guard over the matter, until the movement took shape and revealed itself in the form of the priestess — another relative, her niece. A smile graced Cochise’s dark-haired face and she moved to meet Zyanya halfway, her expression happy and her tail swinging to further reflect that. “I’m doing quite well,” the older wolf responded, bumping noses with the Ma’heoneve briefly. “What about you, Zyanya? I haven’t seen you wandering about for a while, but I suppose with all of the intruders here none of us have been wandering,” the medic trailed off, turning an ear passively as though she expected to hear unfamiliar footfalls behind her. Cochise had already met her share of hostile figures, and in return could only want to be firm with them. They hadn’t gone and trampled around on their lands, so why were they doing the same to Hó’nehe-hsto’e? WLC! — 40
Userinfo	Posted: Oct. 18, 2006 - 12:06pm Quote
Zyanya Posts: 38 Contact	I just replied here in the wrong account. Haha. At Cochise’s last words came an ironic laugh, itself quickly followed by an explanation for her seemingly out of place reaction: Some among us wander for just that reason. It was true; there were Hó’nehe on the warpath these days. Peace was a goal to be attained and cared for, but there was no care for peace that one party could give to make up for the assault launched on it by the other parties involved—in this case, the Tribe simply could not maintain a sense of calm when the Salvaje wolves were clearly hostile, aggressively invading the Lands on a daily basis. Even the spirits are calling for revenge, Zyanya continued with a hint of remorse, settling upon the browning grasses as a single leaf floated sideways to the ground off to their sides. The wise, seasoned Hó’nehe knew that when the spirits were angered the offense was grave; moreover that the spirits, once angered, were not easily calmed. The call for revenge was like a craving that could only be satiated by blood. Indeed, the Priestess herself was incensed by the lack of consideration their neighbors showed, yet she was not quite ready to fight a much larger foe—and, she had to keep reminding them all, dead or alive, the Me’ko could well be among those “enemies” of theirs. It seems the old ways are lost among these Valleys… no one has respect here. This post has been edited by Zyanya on Oct. 18, 2006 - 12:06pm
Userinfo	Posted: Oct. 21, 2006 - 6:15pm Quote
Cochise Posts: 66 Contact	Oh man, I've almost done that. I have to use seperate skins for all accounts since I'm notorious for posting in the wrong account in the past. XD On the other hand, sorry about the delay. This last week has been exhausting, ugh. The dark-haired medic listened carefully to Zyanya's words, wondering just what the spirits would want them to do on the grounds of revenge. Wage war against a valley full of wolves, perhaps? If it was the case, and Cochise not being a tactician by any stretch of the imagination could see that such a move would be quite close to foolishness. It was suicide to even try and take on too big of a group of them as it went anyway. But, she was overreacting — letting her imagination get away with the unfolding events. She pondered things for a moment before answering. "Some of the old ways were ill-suited for even our own families here, and they left. It seems as though the wheels have come off the world," Cochise mused, realising that if they kept being invaded, how long would it be before just one of those devilish valley wolves got an idea to invade and seize? They did live in a paradise, more or less. "I can't help but wonder why it is that now they've found us here, from what I gather some of these wolves have been around a while. You'd think that they would have scoured every fraction of the ground." Not that she had totally gone over the entire Hó’nehe lands with a fine-toothed comb, either. She had been through most of it with a careful eye and a photography memory to design her own map. "What do the spirits propose that we do for revenge?" she asked, hoping that they hadn't been unspecific. The spirits could see more, and they knew more as far as Cochise was concerned. But, she wasn't the priestess, so maybe even that thought was just a thought and nothing more. WLC! — 40
Userinfo	Posted: Oct. 23, 2006 - 3:03pm Quote
Zyanya Posts: 38 Contact	Cochise’s initial response perplexed her slightly; in this confusion a gentle frown appeared, ears flattening a bit to the side while her mind struggled to make sense of what the other wasy saying. The “old ways” weren’t for everyone, clearly, but it sounded as if, perhaps, her good friend didn’t think that was necessarily a bad thing. And, well, to be truthful, the Priestess agreed—to each their own. It was just that lately, a good dose of the old ways seemed the best medicine for all that ailed them. And there was a lot that ailed them… sadly. The she-wolf’s frown only increased, though she nodded in agreement, when the topic changed back to the Salvaje wolves directly. Zyanya knew little of them outside of what the spirits had shared, what the entire Tribe had recently learned, and what her father and elder family members had whispered about wolves from these lands (though they had not called them “Salvaje wolves” then…). From those tidbits of knowledge, the Ma’heoneve had always gotten the impression that those in the next Valley were not the brightest of creatures. Undoubtedly their lack of connection to the Earth had dullened their senses considerably. Still, there was a fine line between mistaken ignorance and outright arrogance… Oh, the Tribe wolf replied, taken off-guard by Cochise’s question. Of course, it only made sense she would ask, but what to say! The spirits were notoriously fickle about specifics. It had been enough of a challenge to get them to admit they were feeling vengeful, even though it had been painfully obvious to anyone with half a mind that was how they felt (something about the thinly veiled threats they made gave it away…). But they continuously left her hanging—some Priestess! They were all used to the days when Wohehiv could sit and recount word for word what the spirits meant, felt, thought and planned for the living Hó’nehe. Make it up! I- Zyanya began weakly, sighing heavily. I don’t know, really, she finished just as lamely, lowering her head ashamed. They haven’t really told me yet…
Userinfo	Posted: Oct. 26, 2006 - 9:47pm Quote
Cochise Posts: 66 Contact	Sorry about the delay and my horrid post here. :\ At first, Cochise was tempted to say something along the lines of I see but realised that it wasn't really the right thing to say. Even though it did trouble her that the spirits hadn't proposed anything, she had to remind herself that patience was a virtue, and perhaps a very good one to follow. They didn't need to be rushing into anything head of themselves, at any rate. "Oh," she said, shifting a little as though she were kneading the ground, "perhaps they haven't decided what is fitting. Or maybe it's a sign that we should all come together and think of something." Even though she wasn't exactly the most tact, she did try to be an optimist. Not to mention that she didn't like to see Zyanya seemed a little troubled with the lack of idea at hand. Even with the anticipation that perhaps their priestess would be given information that would be vial from those spirits sparked a little excitement into the medic, who had never spoke with or seen a spirit. In most cases, Cochise wouldn't have even know one if it came up and walked through her. "I'm sure they'll tell you soon," she said, thinking that perhaps some sort of reassurance would make things better. "After all, more and more wolves are coming to "visit". I'm surprised a fight hasn't broken out somewhere yet, the way that some of them behave. Very hostile," the medic loosely spoke, pondering just what would be around the bend for them. WLC! — 40
Userinfo	Posted: Oct. 30, 2006 - 6:52pm Quote
Zyanya Posts: 38 Contact	Right, the young Priestess agreed brightly in response to Cochise’s ponderance — maybe they didn’t know yet, or maybe it wasn’t time for the Hó’nehe to know yet — then just for good measure, having somewhat interrupted the other mid-sentence, Zyanya spoke the word again as soon as silence befell: Right… The second time it was markedly less enthused. I hope so, she thought, shifting uneasily herself upon the leaf-strewn surface of their temporary headquarters while they searched for the next Tribe Me’ko. This time the Spirit-Whisperer did not speak up immediately after Cochise’s first few words — it was a bad habit of hers, sometimes, to react so quickly to what another said that she talked over them (or tried to, anyway) and it had gotten her in trouble more than once with the elders — the real older elders — before they all had moved on to the ancestral plane. It was a shame they weren’t ready to commune with the living themselves, on that note, so soon after their deaths — because it was those Hó’nehe who probably had the best ideas for how these Hó’nehe ought to approach what faced them. Sighing heavily as the Medic finished, Anya did her best to force a weak, barely optimistic smile as she said, I’m sure they will pay dearly when they meet the spirit world. The prospect was bleak for the trespassers and she hated to take pleasure in others’ misfortunes, but suffice to say — these brand of fools were among the more deserving she’ encountered. I can only hope their escape from this world is no gift given by us. But if our Me’ko is among them, perhaps the Me’ko would only be pleased to see us defend ourselves. Surely the Me’ko is used to such malevolent, hostile behavior amongst his peers. Perhaps it is a mark of bravery here, she reasoned, having heard of something similar from an elder once.
Userinfo	Posted: Nov. 05, 2006 - 12:06am Quote
Cochise Posts: 66 Contact	"Perhaps," Cochise said, wondering just what their Me'ko was really like. Would they be along the lines of how the rest of them were, a fit in with the 'family' sense that they had, or would they turn out to be something better or worse? That was, if there was a better and a worse. Cochise had a hard time trying to picture just what that would be like, one that would be so bent on making hell, and one that was too soft and kind. The medic went silent for some time, not sure what to say. She was a bit more interested with picturing just what their Me'ko would be like momentarily, but it soon passed and she felt indifferently about the idea. "I wonder if our Me'ko is really out there, though. I mean, for all we know they may have been out there, but may have also moved on." It was a possibility, she had no idea just what they were supposed to be looking for. A name would be a connection, but beyond that... she had no idea. "I'm just being negative though. I don't think we need that," she laughed. "But, you may be right. Our Me'ko may want to see that we are able to defend ourselves. And if these wolves continue to be so hostile as they have been, we may have to, as much as I'd rather not get into an all out fight with them." So far, they had been willing to comply and cooperate. It took a little bit of work, but even she had managed to chase off those that had bee piddling around. Ones that were sick, others that were thieves. The circumstances did tear down into what she wanted to do — Cochise would have rather been friends, but she didn't know their intentions. Paranoia in her case was most definitely a double edged sword. WLC! — 40
Userinfo	Posted: Nov. 17, 2006 - 10:55am Quote
Zyanya Posts: 38 Contact	Considering Cochise’s worries that their Me’ko had once been here but since moved on, the she-wolf nodded somberly; it was definitely a possiblity. Maybe even a possibility which she would prefer — if their would-be leader had resided amongst these uncultured cretins and decided to leave, that spoke something to his or her own distaste of the Salvaje wolves’ poor manners. The thought of their likely relatively young leader wandering aimlessly in some nearby but unknown Valley, knowing there was somewhere they belonged but having no idea where, was not a pleasant thought. Saying nothing, Zyanya only smiled as Cochise noted they needed no more negative thinking. This was true, especially for the priestess: she did more than enough negative thinking of her own. For instance, what if her senses had betrayed her and the Me’ko was not here now and never had been? No, no matter what the spiritually insensitive among them had to say about the Spirit-Whisperer’s divinations, there was something about this place that implied they were not too far off track. The Me’ko was here somewhere. She could feel it… Agreed, the tribe wolf murmured absently as her friend dismissed the idea of war for it was undesirable; they were capable, but severely outnumbered. Even their advanced tactics couldn’t out-do sheer brute force of hundreds of asinine Salvaje wolves. But I do wish something would happen, Anya continued, words suddenly sounding just as antsy, I hate waiting to see what will happen next…
Userinfo	Posted: Nov. 26, 2006 - 12:52pm Quote
Cochise Posts: 66 Contact	Hm, should we wrap this up soon? Cochise sighed and nodded, agreeing that waiting was really the hardest part of doing anything. They waited for the seasons to change, they waited for game to be in the right place to be hunted. They waited and they anticipated life and death. We wait for everything, though. I suppose you could almost say it's the story of our lives, the way that we wait around. It's probably what they did in their spare time other than sleeping and eating. Waiting. Cochise decided that perhaps suddenly, she didn't like waiting. Maybe we should go looking for our Me'ko rather than waiting around. Poke around their little packs like they've been poking around in ours. Then again, while they were looking, to Cochise she felt like they were sitting around and spending time freaking out over who was stomping all over the place. And they were. Not that it could be helped, it was a very unpromising thing that they were going to have deal with morons at every whipstitch in the road. Then again, that too was life. If it weren't for all of the morons and all of those who weren't, there wouldn't be any life. Or something philosophical like that, she wasn't exactly on tact with anything with meaning to say. WLC! — 40
Userinfo	Posted: Dec. 05, 2006 - 11:43am Quote
Zyanya Posts: 38 Contact	My last post. ^^ Even though not sure to what extent she agreed, Zyanya nodded in response to Cochise’s words. There was logic in her philosophy — there was more sense in being proactive than sitting as if waiting for the Me’ko to come to them. However, for her part, the Spirit-Whisperer family was big on patience. They had to be. The ghosts would permit nothing less than complete and total subservience to their every whim, which often required patiently sitting around until such a time as they chose to communicate. Spirits gave information about as frequently cheapskates gave hundred dollar bills to strangers on the streets. Speaking of… a sudden change in her inner balance implied that the spirits were desiring a chat — maybe they woud have something of use to say this time! Smiling doubtfully without speaking a word, the Ma’heoneve rose and took a moment to stretch, looking back to her friend after a somewhat lengthy silence. The spirits are calling me now, the she-wolf explained, I will ask them to guide you on your poking, Zyanya finished with an amiable laugh and brighter smile, turning around to retreat to the clearing where she would hold her séance.
Userinfo	Posted: Dec. 06, 2006 - 12:46am Quote
Cochise Posts: 66 Contact	A small laugh left her lips when Zyanya spoke. Yes, I'm sure that will be most helpful, she said to the priestess as she slipped out of view. For a moment, Cochise merely spaced out, before she too rose from the place where she had been lounging and eyed things in the direction where the tunnel led out to that mystery world on the outside. Where their presumed Me'ko was. Without further ado, Cochise decided to do a little 'poking after all. WLC! — 40
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