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 Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 2:28 am
"Perhaps there is a reason you prefer desert living," Faiza said, a little strain in her voice indicating that yes, she was fighting off laughter.
Trying to give herself a moment to regain control and to give Morin a moment to sulk in dignity, she turned and found the setting of stones that was so useful for properly grinding the herbs into a paste.
While she worked she made a mental review of the shoreline. While it sounded odd and a bit contradictory after ordering her mate to clean the wound, mud made an excellent sealer. Not only, when dried, did it cut off air and help the healing but it also kept insects from bothering the exposed flesh. Something more clay-rich was preferable, and Faiza would prefer to find a spot where the water had more of a current to keep the water fresher.
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Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2011 10:12 pm
The glare grew a bit more potent as he stared at her. ‘Like you look any better wet’ he thought dryly. The childish urge to throw water on her also grew but no he was going to take the high road and ignore any irritation she created. Plus it was quite easy once he put all his attention on her statement. “Well actually if truth be told I don’t exactly like Desert living. It just so happens I can tolerate it. I was born in a desert area sort of like this I guess. If I hadn’t found a tribe that was interesting I probably would have been living in a forest type area. Some where with a cool temperature and lots of wind,” he pointed out. However his job wasn’t that bad. He could go where ever he wanted under the pretense he was scouting potential hits or making sure no one came close to the tribe. Oh and there was the occasional go out and find food for the hunters to go after. Plus there was an ocean near by and a forest so things weren’t that bad.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2011 10:00 pm
Faiza looked over her shoulder even as her paws continued to work steadily, grinding the herbs between stones to make a sort of paste out of it. Surprised briefly flitted across her face.
"I never much liked forests," she said. "Trees gets in the way of my wings, as does undergrowth which also snags at my harness." She turned back to her stones and work. 'I could also be biased,' she thought, but didn't say. After all her old tribe had lived in a forest, among the trees. Most of her young adulthood had been spent trying to shove those memories into oblivion. As an more seasoned adult it was just habit for her to enjoy living in open areas.
Faiza briefly contemplated what it would feel like to enter a forest again, after all this time. Would it bring back old memories? And, if so, what about old hurts? Then she shook her head. Silly, really. Why was she even thinking things like this when she wasn't intending to go near a forest? She did feel compelled to add:
"There is not much wind, though. The trees block most of it, especially if you live at the ground level."
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 12:17 am
Morin watched in slight interest as Faiza ground up the paste. He was never one for messing with herbs, he much liked to confuse foxes and taunt them or explore around seeing what he could find. It was why he had chosen to be a scout; the opportunity to do all those things was just too hard to pass up. No the more herbal remedic one had been Kaname. He was always good with patching up the four of them.
“Ah see where I lived, which wasn’t ground level it was definitely windy. You would wake up in the morning and the wind would be soft and cool, albeit a bit salty since it was near the ocean. I would go at night and play around this group of man made rock formations called moon ston-” Morin trailed off and with a sad glance looked back at the water hole. Yes he would play at the moon stones. Yet he had to leave as it was where Kitsumi had played him. Well he didn’t exactly know her side of the story she had just disappeared one day. Yet the area was no longer friendly and inviting it was suffocating so he had left his ideal home and gone to the desert of all things. Well give or take a few stops. “anyways now days I just go over to the ocean cliffs when I want to play with the wind” he picked up.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 12:43 am
Faiza looked curiously over at Morin. She had never asked in an outright fashion, but she had gathered that she certainly wasn't his first love interest. That in itself didn't bother her. It was good that he'd experienced some love in his life before this, so that he knew what he was facing by the time they'd met. Faiza had only a few kithood crushes to her name, and all of those were certainly painful enough to think about.
Perhaps that was why she never bothered Morin about it. When two creatures shared the same pains it was something that was understood without words.
So she tried to steer the subject from less painful parts. "I have never seen the ocean," she said, scooping up some of her paste and walking over, indicating to Morin that he should give her his wing. "I fear most large bodies of water though. I have been told my legs are quite strong and that I should be able to swim under the dead weight of my wings, but the thought makes me break out in a sweat."
Faiza certainly spoke about life-or-death fear in a calm manner. Perhaps that was why not many believed her to possess fear or emotions of any kind. The signs were there though, if you knew what to look for. Faiza had just had tons of practice repressing those signs.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 3:10 am
He knew that Faiza was definitely interested in why he had trailed off. He knew she wasn’t stupid and knew that there had been some one before her. He didn’t think he would ever be ready to tell her Kitsumi had almost been his mate. He had slightly mentioned her before when they had first met when he had stated her hair style was familiar but at the same time not since Kitsumi had bluish black hair.
Putting the matter of mentioning Kitsumi a few times it was something he liked about Faiza that she didn’t ask about Kitsumi. He made a point not to lie to faiza because you shouldn’t to foxes you wanted a good relationship with but he was afraid he would if she pressed the issue.
Morin hissed a bit when the paste was put on but other than that he let his mind shifted to a safer topic. “You should one day; the ocean is definitely something to see. Where I was born the lands bordered an ocean. My parents loved the beaches and water there so much that they named me after it… well in a sense” Morin shared. There was another ping of sadness there. His parents, he wished he could have known them. His most vidid memory was sand and chaos everywhere. His parents where crying and trying to get to safety.
“I tend to go to the ocean every once in a while. It’s a place that calms me down and I tend to meet the most interesting foxes there” he mused. Such an example would be Anila, who was trying to fly at the time. He had quickly taught her not liking to think of a downed phim. It was different in Faiza’s case as she could hardly be classified as downed.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2011 11:03 am
((Yes, cause to be downed you must first be upped XD ))
Faiza looked over from her work with her eyebrow raised in a slightly incredulous manner. Not for all the effects that he'd described the sea having on himself, but more the implication that she'd find the sight impressive.
Since the warm winds would dry the paste, Faiza didn't need to do anything more complicated than neatly coat it on the wound so it would do it's work. It would fall off in the next couple days, and hopefully by then it wouldn't be needed again. Now she turned her attention to the conversation.
"I think the sight would only serve to terrify me, at least until I somehow manage to gain control of my fear of deep waters." A bit of doubt lingered in the back of her mind though. Morin thought Faiza would enjoy the sight and (though she never told him this) her mate was rarely wrong. Would she?
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 9:23 pm
Morin tilted his head to the side and thought about it, while Faiza rubbed the paste on his wing. “Hmmm well I suppose it’s a bit daunting a first. You have all that expanse of water that goes for as far as the eye can see. However once you get past that and aren’t actually over the water it’s… definitely different.” He stated.
He turned towards where the wound was and looked it over before concentrating on the next thing to be brought up. He had mentioned Kaname, but had he ever said that the other phim was his cousin. He didn’t think so. He had mentioned Kaname and then at another time his cousin. “Hmm I should probably mention that” he said underneath his breath.
“As we were talking about kits only a short while ago I should probably mention that one of the groups of little munchkins I was visiting happen to be my second cousins. So you’re now a second cousin, as Kaname’s my cousin” Hmmm perhaps the wound was effecting him more than he thought. Normally he didn’t think he would ever bring it up.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 2:02 am
Since Morin turned the conversation away from giant puddles of very deep water on his own, Faiza gratefully seized on it.
"I had wondered if this Kaname was related to you," she said. She'd finished with the wound, and stepped back, wiping her paw on the ground and focusing her attention on her mates face. "So he had children? I would offer congratulations, though I am sure by now it would be highly belated," she said, her voice a bit wry at the end.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 2:32 pm
Morin let out a small chuckle in the back of his head. Faiza definitely used the subject chance. The ocean wasn’t really that bad but none the less he knew she had a problem with the water and her wings.
“Yep, we’re related. My only family that’s still alive. Well at least that I know about.” Morin stated. “He had four kits surprisingly although while I was there I only got to meet two of them. The other two he doesn’t really like to talk about all that much. Of course getting information out of him is as hard as it is with me, must be an inherited thing. As for the congratulations while I was meeting them they grew up into adults so yep a little belated. He would like a phim baby so perhaps next batch if he tells me in time.”
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:49 pm
Faiza winced slightly. "There's no shame in having normal children," she commented in an offhand way. There was nothing in her voice to suggest what she was thinking, only that she was thinking. If Morin wanted know what the comment was about, he could try to pry it out of her; two could play the stubborn game. Of course he might have already guessed...
She tossed her slightly wavy, almost straight mane out of her face where the slight wind had blown it. "Only two," she mused. "I take it the other two must have left the tribe?" Now that Morin had connected some dots for her, she knew Kaname was a part of a tribe. Kemet, she believed was the name. If he hadn't seen all the children then it argued that those not there had left.
A bit surprising, given how Morin's family all seemed to regard those blood connections as supremely important. Fazia found herself wondering why the nameless two had decided to venture away from their home and blood, and for a moment felt something like empathy.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 12:29 am
“Don’t get me wrong. He loves his children and he doesn’t really care that they aren’t normal. He would like a phim baby but it isn’t his life goal and if he never has phim children then he would be okay with it.” Morin stated feeling for some odd reason that he should defend his cousin. “Just like if I was mated to a daeva or a normal I would be perfectly fine if they came out normal or a daeva. I would also love a child with phim characteristics to carry on my phim blood, but I wouldn’t be utterly devastated that it never happened.” He tried explaining.
“Yes they left Kemet” He answered. “I understand wanting to see the world and finding a place for your self and an identity. However I understand a bit of his coldness. When we where growing up a modeity got jealous of the land that our modeity had and they destroyed everything. Our first moments in life were of screaming and running and our parents dying pretty much. Out of a flourishing tribe only four of us where able to get to relative safety.”
He didn’t know why he was telling Faiza this now of all times, and it wasn’t really even the end of the horror story that would follow but perhaps it was why they had such a strange view on family. Why at times they just wanted to be close. “Alright enough depressing things, I think I’m going to go get some berries. Suddenly I am quite hungry”
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 8:46 pm
Faiza just blinking and flicked her tail away from her body. "It seems unfair to blame a child for something they cannot help," she said. "Deities willing they were born into peaceful times. The young often are taken with wanderlust."
She glanced out over the plains, thinking. Perhaps she didn't know enough about the history of the family to make judgements, but her own history swayed her to be sympathetic towards black sheep in the family.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 9:06 pm
Morin let out a small smile and shook her head. “Yes I agree with you there” he let out with a dark chuckle and shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. Perhaps that is why he wanted children so that perhaps he could try and give them something better than what he had. Then again with one parent in a tribe and a thief to boot perhaps there wasn’t much hope there either. “However he does blame them he just…. If you meet him one day you’ll understand better I think”
“So how would you like to meet them?” Morin asked, reaching into his pouch he had put aside and pulling out some berries to munch on. After all it got a bit tiring just hearing about people over and over again. He could spare a couple more days from the tribe and they knew he had a mate outside of it… sort of. He was kind of vague on the subject.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 12:20 am
Faiza just let the information sink in to ponder over for another day. She was sure this was something she and Morin's cousin were going to have to agree to disagree on. It wasn't that she couldn't comprehend or understand the reasons that they might have had for being upset with their children. It was just.....complicated. Yea, that seemed like a good word. The tiniest of smiles lifted a corner of her mouth. She had discovered that complicated was a word one used for something other's wouldn't agree on in the hopes that they'd just drop it.
Her thoughts jumped to the next train, meeting the family. She shrugged, resettling her wings as she did so. "We could go at any time. I have no agenda, and no others to fight this territory for." She paused, and looked meaningfully at Morin's wings. "It might take some time, even if I ran. I do not think you should be flying on that wing just yet either."
Certainly he couldn't fly and lift her at the same time, though she would have swatted him with her tail had he suggested it. Even if his wing had been in perfect condition... Still. It was almost depressing at times to have Morin in a tribe while she was free. He had obligations that got in the way on occasion. She had thought about joining, but the fact that it was in the desert with all that sand.... Not to mention she was most certainly not a thief, and couldn't imagine how she would fit into a tribe of them!
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