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 Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 7:56 pm
Dinnili walked as she did everyday. It was quiet, peculiar for the time of day where the sun was just passing midday. But, perhaps, everyone else was exhausted from the previous days' travels and work. Brushing the thought aside she wandered the territory boundaries and caught scents, checked to see who came close, who might have come this way, but nothing stirred action in her conscious. All was safe. As a guard, a watcher, these were her duties. She was not nearly as precious as the hunters or male guards, but she indeed could catch a scent from beyond the borders and tell...sometimes, whether friend or foe.
Sometimes.
Today, bright eyes wandering, she walked through the underbrush intent on heading towards a nearby stream. She was hungry, and an excellent fisher.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 9:04 pm
 Quinn was seated at the stream bank, staring contemplatively at the water's surface. He liked water, like this -- small, and contained, and clear, and drinkable, and full of fish. The ocean frightened him. He hadn't ventured near to it since he first arrived. The waves were dizzying and relentless, and the sound often woke him from sleep.
Here, further inland, he felt somewhat safer, but no more secure.
What was he supposed to be doing? That was the question that bothered him most. He was here, through the good graces of the alpha, but he felt lost and out of place. He had hardly spoken with any of the members since the meeting, and though many had seemed quite kind, he simply wasn't sure how to go about approaching anyone. What would he say to them? They all seemed to have so much history together.
And then, there was Quinn. Who knew no one, and could do nothing right.
His ear flicked back, and he glanced apprehensively over his shoulder as the female approached.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 7:33 pm
She watched him for a moment, silently, and tilted her head in question. He was new, quiet, seldom speaking, but his eyes were bright and perhaps, she believed, spoke of adventures taken, success gained, and perhaps, dreams unmet, just yet. She offered him a smile and approached slowly, not cautiously, and took a seat on the bank a little way from him watching the water idly.
"What do you do?" she questioned, ears flicking, turning to him, "What have you done, before?" she was curious.
She was unsure of his role.
So quiet.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 12:30 am
He struggled to remember who she was. All of the introductions still blurred together in his mind, like so much of his life had. No clear memories of so many things...just flashes and glimpses and splashes of color.
A question. How abrupt. He tried to collect his thoughts.
What did he do?
"I..." He started, then stopped. When he had joined, he had volunteered to help with hunting, he thought. But that wasn't the question she had asked. The question she asked was what had he done before, and he realized quite suddenly that he didn't want to answer that question. He had done so many things...so many terrible things. "I hunt," he said, finally, somewhat lamely. "Though I am perhaps not the best at it."
And this was true. He didn't have the rangy grace of a hunter. His body was stouter, more compact, well-muscled -- the body of a fighter, of a guard. But he was afraid to walk that path again.
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:16 pm
She quirked a brow at him, took a step towards him and made a half circle and settled down once more. "So tense," she said as he seemed to stutter, or stifle himself and his words. "Hunting is good, you'll get better." It made her wonder, though, how did he survive before now if he could not hunt well? "Do you fish any better, than hunting?" Perhaps he liked fish, she liked fish.
Inquisitive eyes watched him sincerely, and there were things about him she wanted to know. He was new, foreign, and had a hidden past, as did she, but she wanted to know his first.
"Why so tense? You've nothing to fear here."
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