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 Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 1:32 pm
 Nywele lay on a rock in the sun pawing lightly at his mane while his bird chirped sweetly in his ear. It was a delightful day to nice to waste among the other gods in the god haven. His see through wings fluttered as a slight breeze blew through.
"Nice day isn't it Mr.Birdy Bird?" Nywele hummed to his little friend.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 2:04 pm
 Being in a herd was a nice thing, but even Khuluma wandered. As much as he loved being with Palahala and Zebadie, he did leave from time to time and flew to find new company. Today, he did not want to go far, and after leaving the protective area of the Prey God’s powerful circle, he started to walk through the tall, dry grass and admire it’s golden color. Khuluma liked gold. It reminded him of his fur, his spots, his jewelry, and the most treasured of them all, his lovely hair.
As it was, Khuluma had learned how to keep it tidy and well combed, as he spent the better part of the morning and night using his claws to brush away all the stems and leaves that got into his overgrown mane, but traveling and running about meant he had to keep it pulled back by taking one of his tail rings and using it as a loop to hold it together. It was hard to have this much hair, as flying meant tying his hair back or risk going blind from his own lovely locks. Still, on sunny days like this, he could let it all flow down, bouncing as he trotted along, and grin at being proud for his gorgeous hair. He had yet to see a male god with as pretty or as long as hair as he did, and he was rather proud of the fact, but he never expected to look out across the horizon to see a massive form that even the god cub could register as one of his own and feel his eyes widen in awe.
Hair. Long, Bushy, thick and tied, hair! The god was basking in the son, his mane a deep brown that reminded him of roasted bark, and seemed twice as massive as any adult god he had ever seen just by the volume he managed. His markings were golden, his base color lush, and his satisfied expression deserved.
Taken over by sheer amazement, Khuluma approached, his mouth gapped open as he walked up before the god, speechless. “You’re hair …. It’s bigger than mine!” Even closer now, he could take in that the mane would have been almost 3 times, maybe even 5 times as much as Khuluma’s. His eyes traveled to the bird hoping about, and then the braids that crisscrossed about on the bottom and the sides. How pretty. How lovely. How elegantly weaved and tied!
“It’s beautiful!”
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 3:59 pm
Nywele paw lifted off his mane as he heard the young god's voice. His ears flicked forwards and he turned towards the source of the voice. Nywele grinned at the sight of the young richly colored god. His mane was long and already to the point of being enviable by most standards. This of course pleased the mane god quite a lot.
"Perhaps, but for one so young your mane is quite impressive as well." Nywele replied to Khuluma his bird chirping in agreement. Mr. Bird flew from his companions head to bounce about in front of Khuluma. Tilting his head every so often he seemed to be inspecting the young god's mane. Mr.Bird then turned to chirp at Nywele. "Seems you take good care of it to if Mr. Bird gives his approval. He's very picky about hair." Nywele got to his paws to get a better look of the boy, as he did his mane draped around his body some what like a cape.
"My name is Nywele the god of manes. What might your name be?
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 5:45 pm
He brimmed at the compliment, puffing out his small white chest as he tilted his head, mocking being bashful but really absorbing the praise. “Thank you, Mr. Bird. I make sure it’s clean, and I don’t like getting it dirty. I even comb it out, and it’s the first thing that gets cleaned. I don’t even change it when I look like a mortal. I love it too much to hide it.” he proclaimed, reaching up and combing his tiny claws through a curling lock, admiring it with his sapphire eyes. Curling it around his paws, he looked back up at the hairier male. “I didn’t even know there was a God of Manes, but of course you would be upon looking at you. You’re hair is so large, big, and it looks fluffy. I can’t take my eyes off of it. You even got little twirls in it.” To this Khuluma meant the braids, which he had seen but had never had. His stepped a bit closer, but part of him wanted to give the god’s mane the respect it deserved by keeping his distance. As he peered, he noticed the twists and turns of the braids and how they went smaller and smaller before ending off. Perfectly tight, elegantly weaved, and a true work of hair-do genius!
His eyes went to the little bird, called Mr. Bird, watching it bob about. He wondered how sitting atop the God’s mane felt, and imagined how he felt when he slept against Palahala’s underbelly. Soft and warm. “I’m Khuluma. God of Rhetoric. It’s a honor to meet you. I would like to thank you for my mane! ” He did not now how this all worked, but if he was the god, he had to think he had some power over his hair being the way it was. At least that’s what he thought.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 7:33 pm
Mr. Birdy chirped happily before hopping back onto Nywele's mane. "Ah you make me so proud of you that you take such wonderful care of your mane." Nywele clawed at the tip of his braid for a moment before replying. "To often I am forgotten, drifting along with the other more mundane things of life. I am not powerful like the water and fire gods nor as beautiful as ones of the earth and sky. Many forsake the importance of my domain, and forget what a mane really is. It's not just hair around you neck. It can stand as a symbol of your health and size. It protects your eyes from the harsh rays of the sun. And all to often do even the greatest fighters forget that it is the only armor they wear into battle protecting their neck from bites and scratches......Twirls? Ah you mean my braids? Mr. Bird and I can teach you to braid if you like?" Nywele grinned at how the young one seemed to be keeping a respectful distance. "You can come closer if you wish. As long as you don't have honey or something in your paws I do not mind my mane being touched. I'm used to it." Nywele chuckled it seemed everyone always wanted to play with his hair.
"Its and honor to meet you as well. I hope my way of speaking at least does not offend you. It has never been my strong point, but you can thank yourself for your mane. Only one who truly cares about the way they're mane is can have such a mane. Though I would love to take credit for such a masterpiece, it was not so much my doing. I can however provide protection for your mane and ensure it's luxuriousness in the future." Nywele smiled he would most defiantly watch over Khuluma's mane, something so wonderful needed protecting.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 7:50 pm
The smaller god shook his head, making his hair twirl as he shook off the thought. “I love my mane. It makes me look pretty, and people compliment me on it all the time It makes me happy to have it, and I would never want to see it harmed. I didn’t know about the other benefits, but that only makes me love it more. I like how it shimmers, how it keeps me warm, and that I can be proud to show myself with it. It curls and moves and feels soft if I keep it nice. Sometimes it goes into my face when I fly, but I would never cut it. ” He admitted his ideas freely, knowing he was speaking in the company of the one god who would understand. Others saw him silly, and even some had thought he looked bizarre for his mane, but he refused to be ashamed of it.
“Do not be ashamed. I’m only just learning to speak well myself. I can understand you, you are clear with what you say, and I cannot find fault in what you say. You sound very good to my ears, and appear very pleasing to my eyes. ” he said with a wide grin that showed off a sparkling smile.
Since he was invited, he took the chance to come closer and marveled as he saw each healthy strand. Sitting down, he inspected his paws, blowing off any dust that he might have before he let his paws touch the mane. They sank in, pushing down into the dark mass to the point he lost the white of his paws, but he felt heat, warmth, and could take in a musky odor of hot fur that tingled his nose, but was not offensive in any way. It smelled warm, familiar, and invited. Out of instinct, he curled his paws in, kneading it before looking up at the god who towered above him. “It feels wonderful. If this is what a perfect mane feels, I have a lot to learn.” The color caught the light, shined with unworldly heath, and was perfect in it’s entirety. Pulling his paws back, he looked once more up, finding it hard to keep his attention from staring at the man, but still being respectful to address who he was speaking to directly. “I would love to learn how to braid. I’ve never figured out how, though I’ve seen other gods do many things with their manes. All I’ve ever done it looped it into one of my tail rings to keep it from my face when flying. I’m afraid I have learned none of the tricks.” He looked up, and noticed the braids in Nywele’s hair with more attention. They seemed to spiral about each other on their own that he could scarcely make out how they were created.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 9:06 pm
Nywele grinned largely to hear such words from someone so young filled him with pride and joy. "You have such admiration pertaining to your mane for someone of your age. It does this god proud to hear you speak such words. " The main god hummed the words to let Khuluma know he really did appreciate the things he said.
"I am happy my speech is pleasing to a god such as yourself." Nywele meant it too, a god should sound like a god and if the God of Rhetoric approved Nywele was doing well.
"You have plenty of time. Your mane is far from its full stage yet. And I have every intention of making sure that your mane will grow to one that even I might envy." Nywele chuckled but it was true, he would watch over the growth of Khuluma's mane. One such as he deserved a perfect mane.
"Well we shall teach you, right Mr. Birdy Bird?" Nywele asked directing his eyes to the bird who chirped loudly before gliding to land on Khuluma's head. " Now I've never been to good at doing it on my own, but whenever you want your hair braided feel free to call on me and I will lend you Mr. Birdy. First, where and what type of braids might you like? Small ones? One big one? So on so forth?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 3:38 pm
Khuluma had not heard of anyone that was proud of him, and lacking a father, it touched the cub deeply to have someone as big as Nywele to tell him this. Not to many people actually wanted to bother hearing about his domain. Most were confused by it, while others showed no interest to even bother asking. He tried explaining it, but once he got past the fact that it was speaking well, most were arrogant enough to pass off his important as something as small as he was. Speaking, for one thing, was not easy for most, and speaking well was an art. It was disheartening to get so little attention when he did nothing but show his own curiosity to others. He gained, but he never felt he was sharing. Still, while he felt he had an impressive domain, it wasn’t as visibly important as rain or prey.
It was even more touching that his mane would be looked after. “Thank you. I appreciate that you would look after my mane. It means a lot to me.” Khuluma felt the need to reinstate this, as it was one of his most precious part of his overall look.
When the bird hopped on his head, he made sure to keep it still, never having a bird comfortable enough to be on him. Being a lion, most avoided him.
“A few small braids. The size does not matter. You are the experts, and I’m happy to take your suggestions.” He couldn’t belive he could ask upon Mr. Bird and the Hair god if he ever wanted some braids. It seemed pushy, but he still liked the offer.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 8:37 pm
Nywele got to his paws and moved to look over Khuluma's mane. He stared at it for a few moments before Mr.Bird chirped and Nywele replied with a nod. He grasp a small paw full of Khuluma's mane near the front and pulled it out from the rest. Mr.Bird lightly separated it into three with his beak, together paw and beak Nywele and the bird began to weave the hair into a braid. Once they were to the end, the bird flew and stripped a near by tree of a thin strand of flimsy wood and used it to tie off the braid. The two repeated the process until Khuluma's mane was gently held off his shoulders with two medium braids, but one small braid left longer on his left shoulder.
"There that should help with flying as well. If you want to try braiding yourself though, just choose the strands you want braided, separate into threes, then weave them together. It's best to take braids out after two days and let the hair rest for one to two days before reapplying braids. Do not rip or scratch at the braids to remove them. Simple remove the tie at the end and un-weave them,then brush the mane after you do so."
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 11:37 am
It was magic to him to see the bird and the god take his hair and delicately work together the three locks to intertwine into a growing braid. Khuluma watched, fascinated but at the same time working out how to braid the hair on his own. It seemed it was three pieces and you went over and over again. He knew he would not know exactly how unless he tried it himself. When he was alone, he would have to attempt it on his own, and he hoped he would learn how. If not, he would have to ask the god again at some point to teach him again, though he would rather learn to show him later. He wanted his mane to be beautiful to make the other god proud.
Watching, the bird flew off and returned with a strip of wood and tied it off. On the other side, they did the same, and also left a small lock to do a smaller braid. Khuluma could feel the weight shift on his shoulders, and also more air brushing against his back and shoulders. Tied off, he could feel parts of his neck assessable to the breeze and warm sun. To test it, he turned his head, watching the braids swing, slowly reaching up to touch them. They felt tight and well placed under the pads of his paws, and he looked up with glimmering eyes and a smile that stretched his face. “Thank you. Both of you.” He was almost speechless with awe as he regarded his new hairstyle. He never considered he could do more with it, and he thought braids were now the best invention in the entire world!
It was a pity they only lasted a few days, but he was sure he would try braids often. He couldn’t wait to try, but for now he was utterly overjoyed to have his hair weaved this way.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 7:49 pm
Nywele's heart swelled with the depth the thank you had been said in. It was just so amazing to him to find someone who cared so much for his mane and the way it looked. Mr birdy was the first to tweet a you're welcome then Nywele spoke. "You're welcome but really its my pleasure to make you so happy! Why don't you try flying with you're new mane style, you'll quickly see a difference."
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 8:33 am
The cub was swaying his head, watching the long braids swing back and forth and getting use to the soft, tight weight that now made up his mane. Distracted, he almost didn’t hear, and looked up in time to nod. “That sounds like a great idea!” And it was. The only thing he disliked about his hair, as he loved it almost completely, was that it had to be tied back with one of his tail rings to keep himself from going blind while flying. If he could still show off his hair without risking his own neck, then his hair could be shown off all the time.
Turning about, he raced a bit before kicking off, not as great a flyer as most to be able to just turn and leap into the air. Part of him was worried his braids would get stepped on, but they never touched his feet and one he took off, moved back to this sides, flapping behind him but not anywhere near his face. There were no loose hairs flying about, and the braids were heavy enough to move back, taken in by the wind and billowing by the sides of his face. For once, he could feel more air about his head, his vision was clear, and aside from the tiny braid that occasionally moved against his cheek, there was nothing that got in his way. It also looked better, he assumed, since he didn’t have to just roughly stuff his hair into the tail ring he was using to make a weak ponytail.
He took a few laps in the air to enjoy himself, looking to his sides as he watched the braids, before he felt back down, landing with a puff of dust before Nywele and Mr. Bird. “It works great! I can see without getting hair in my face!” It was clear that the Mane God had made the cub’s day, or possibly even his year.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2010 9:36 pm
Nywele watched the young god fly off happy to see his braiding working so well. As he watched he noticed the placement of the sun in the sky. Nywele had not realized how late it was due to having so much fun with Khuluma. It would certainly be time to retired soon. Suddenly a puff of dust flew into his face. Nywele both coughed and laughed at the same time.
"I'm so glad it works for you!" Nywele said grinning wide. "I do think though that it is time for me to be off its getting late. If you ever need help in any way feel free to contact me. I may send Mr Birdy from time to time if you don't mind. To help you braid your hair or to generally just keep an eye on you." Nywele laughed a bit, he felt really attached to this young lad hated the thought that he might not see him again.
((Fin!))
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