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 Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 2:40 pm
Youko’s ears perked up, pleased that she was not over-stepping her boundaries. She took a moment to orient herself and sort through the scents, then picked up that of the third wolf and began to follow it at a trot that she could keep up for hours.
“This way,” she said, glancing over her shoulder at her new friend. What did friends do, though? Did they talk? What did they talk about? Their interests? Themselves? Each other? How did they know? This was all very new to her. Certainly, she could be a friendly wolf, but she really had no idea what to do with a friend. Perhaps she could start by learning about him?
“Qaletaqa,” she began, “Would you tell me about yourself?” The question was open-ended, of course. She did not want to force him to talk about anything he did not want to share with her.
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 11:33 am
He was glad he was not alone, it was always wonderful to have a new friend, they came along so rarely for him. At least in the past year that he and the lady, Zigana had been traveling from and back to Telk.
With a flick of his ears and a swish of his tail he was up on all fours and ready to go. "Thaat vay theen?" His light pink eyes gazed in the direction that Youko had chosen and stepped forward.
"Awoot meh?" He dipped his head not sure what to say about himself. "Iz juuce ffffore. Meh pattan o' shpech made ovears tthhink I'm shtupeed, worfless. Evan aftar I goot rid o' thhe bad wa-wan." Trying to keep his jaw and tongue in tact was difficult, only because he was not yet used to it. "Oance I shpoke thay sh-shooned meh, aftar thay had embwaced meh." He sighed at the memories that always brought to him heartache. "Boot naow I hash Zigana who iz Oh-kaz wish meh shpech. Shez goode leadoor."
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2011 12:39 pm
At his brief outline of his early life, before Zigana, Youko felt the stirrings of her darker nature. The cold part. The part that had been honed to perfection in the deadly arts. The assassin’s arts. Others had harmed Qaletaqa? Caused him pain? She could make them go away for him. Forever. She could make it so they never harmed him again. He was such a sweet wolf and he was her friend. Surely he would be pleased to know she had taken care of his problem for him. It was, after all, the thoughtful thing to do.
“And who are these wolves who would do such a thing to you? How terribly mean of them!” Even Youko needed a direction to start from, else how was she to know she had found the correct wolves?
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 3:57 pm
Here in Telk, with Zigana and whatever other friends he made, like Youko, were all he needed. He was stronger than he sounded or looked. Yet he preferred it, the way he was, for he did not wish to wind up like his father. That was his greatest fear of all.
"Dey air noot en Telk. Dey weer my brovar and sistar and fadar. Fadar woos deh worshht. Madar woos deh oonly neece un. Madar shtayed wisth meh ven Fadar left weeth deh wrest o' deh pack whan I woos a puppeh. Oonly meh and Madar. Ven I woos oolder, I foond Fadar, brovar and sistar. Brovar woos 'appy ta shee meh. Sistar, woos sta-ill meann.
Sistar sed "Oh, meh de-arr de-arr brovar, do yuu noot wecal 'ow doomb 'e woos? Whh-at ose 'ould 'e 'ave bee-nnn, whh-aat ose 'ould 'e be ee-ven 'ow?" Mead meh shad. Boot shey vas fhin an' fwail, 'alf-steer-ved an' mishing ah chee-onk o' an eahr an haf o' haer tail.
I de-foot-ed Fadar, boot 'e shaid ta me. "Yeh-oo, meh fwesh an bloo-deh weell shee, dat oonly vee-o-lanche es deh kehy, o' yeh-oo'll nevo geet aanyvere. Deshpete yeh-oor han-deh-capes yeh-oo've toorn-ed oot beetor dan yeh-oor shib-lans. Eem shoore, un da-aye yeh-oo'll beh jus' leek meh." He frowned upon that. "I woont." But he wasn't quite finished yet.
"Meh sistar and brovar an Madar wheer fwee an sho oos deh pack. Dey whaan-teed ta may-kah meh dehr weadoor, deh pack meembors deed. Oontil dey 'eared meh shpeak. Sho me, Madar, brovar an sistar weeft too-gather. Boot wees goot shaparted an weent ou' shaparted wa-ayes. Odders whoo 'ear meh shpeak mi' aggneer meh, boot ah-leash dey donna geet sho meann boot eet."
He smiled though at her, he didn't seem that upset. "Weh ees awl diffwent, soome air jus meann becoose dey canna shee 'o 'ear behyoond whha-att dey shee wisth dere ees o' 'ear wisth dere eeors. Kayrma veel geet dem, becoos, eef dey 'ave puppeh's, whoot eef un da-aye deh puppeh esh worsht den meh? Eef dey dunna cayre aboot dere oon puppeh, den dey eesh deh worsht, boot eef dey do, dey weel fell geell-ahty ven dey revemboor meh, noo? Boot es noo funneh, I vill fell bay-ad foo puppeh, coose, sho meny meann uns aroond oo' dunna unarshtend an meh wish deh deed unarshtend."
He sighed softly, "I na keel dem, coose meh dunna wanna beh leek meh Fadar, boot, eelsho, coose, deeth ish leek an eshcape fwoom leef. Nooh moe peann aftoor deef, esh pawoordice. Eef dey leev, dere ish soofring naow n' egin, ees noot awl wanbows an happanoss. Dey musht leyarrn froo leef an deh shtoof dat happuns ta dem dat dey demshelves o' un o' mo' o' dere puppeh's coollad 'ave sheem o' voorse han-deh-cape den me. Den dey wearn dat eef dey 'ave nuttin' neece to shay, noot ta shay eet atall and den dey cin teech deh neext genoorashun noot ta beh sho meann. Ve ar boorn en leef ta teech odars whh-att wight and whh-att wre-anng, spehully da neexr genoorashun. Oder-whi-she dey es da un's whhoo-ayre twully han-deh-caped, no?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 5:12 pm
Not in Telk? Well, that would make matters more difficult. She had never left Telk before, but, at least she had a direction and some description. If she put her mind to it, Youko was certain that she could find them for him. Uncle had trained her well. She could do it, she knew she could. But…it sounded like Qaletaqa wanted them alive? How could that be? Youko was not entirely sure that she liked his solution. Even if they lived, there was no guarantee that they would suffer. That their children would have problems that would make them feel guilt and pain. Even if they did, what guarantee was there that they would not harm others as they had Qaletaqa?
This was why she preferred death. It was simpler. She could put them out of their misery, keep them from harming others, and make those who had suffered at their paws happy all at once. Simple. Clean. Thorough. And most of all, no loose ends.
Still, this was Qaletaqa’s revenge. It was his pain and thus, his choice. If he really wanted them alive, then who was she to get in his way? She did not want to make him angry, even if she did not understand his reasoning. So, she simply remained silent, frowning. She would not kill them if he did not want her to. Oh, well. Perhaps he would change his mind some day.
They walked for quite a while in silence, until the scent trail that the moss-green female had been following grew fresher, stronger.
“Qaletaqa,” she said to her charge. “Your leader should be just ahead. I leave you here.” With that, the quiet femme turned and padded off into the forest.
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