keep your weapons aimed, push down your fears

MUTE - AMUTAQ & ZETERI - LEVI'S SOUL - OF TAVIORA

Her breathing is steady, testament to all the time she spent hunting for her small vanishing family and her pack. She worried for her brothers often, thinking about where they were, what they were doing, especially Jinan with his lack of hearing. The black and white and gold trimmed girl could only do so much though to fill the void that her parents and siblings had left her with. Her twin was still with her, perhaps it was that sibling bond that kept him close or maybe in time she would be left all alone. It scared her. To be alone with no one who really understood her. All she could do now was take her mind off of her slowly vanishing family, her worries for her parents and brothers by doing what she knew she was born and bred to be able to do.

Hunt.

It was something she knew she was good at, had a talent for. Her father always had said so as she grew up always managing to catch her small prey. Not that Yoska wasn’t good, he had a few disadvantages compared to her that he had to work for first. So that was why she was so driven to hunt prey that might not be as easy. All she thought about during the hunt was where it would move, why and how she lost all her worries and her loneliness in hunting because hunting alone had always just be easier for her something that recently had been proven during the feast hunts. So as she caught her quarry, the hunt ended setting her mind back in reality.

She felt strange when her eyes had made contact with him, she wasn’t sure what it was she couldn’t explain it either. To be honest the girl knew little about imprints. She knew they existed, what Moladion born child didn’t learn of your soul partner? She simply didn’t know much about them because her parents were just as experienced as she was when it came to soul bonding. Neither had ever found their imprint to the best of her knowledge and likey she thought they never would especially now that they were gone. She never thought that she would find hers. After all her parents had been around for a long time and never found theirs, why would she? So even as she moved about staring at the rusty colored stranger she couldn’t simply say that she knew what he was to her.

There was a feeling in her chest, like she didn’t feel as alone as she normally did after hunting standing over her kill, perhaps it was because she simply had a witness. She didn’t know but she didn’t feel as uncomfortable as she usually would have around strangers, and maybe that was what kept her there. As he whispered he looked quite baffled, so different from that moment when she was hunting and really didn’t hold any expression. She raised a brow, tilting her head quizzically, but she was still nervous. Others didn’t understand her, didn’t get it. Would he? She wanted to think it would be different this time, but would it?

She wasn’t threatened by him in the slightest, lowering his body posture made her finally notice just how short he was for the first time, even for a pup. She was just under double his height right now as it was, it was just interacting with others that made her nervous. His complement only left her to dip her head slightly in thanks, her white tipped tail flashing for just a few moments as it gave a few waves further showing her gratitude. Her own expression softened somewhat the quizzical look turning again nervous as he asked what her name was. Her gold and green eyes left his form a moment wondering what she should do. He was being nice, and polite right? And this feeling in her wasn’t going away, something that filled the void her slowly vanishing family had left in her something she would never fully be able to express to the younger wolf before her.

Feeling it was best to try the girl stood a little taller then striding closer to the rust colored boy on black and gold paws for he would not see the simple movements of her maw at such a distance and… she wanted to try. Something told her she had too, after all it would be a pivotal moment for both of them. Slowly her moth formed each syllable of her name, over dramatizing it the first time before simply ‘saying’ it the second. Tuari. Thankfully a name full of obvious mouth movements at the very least, though still it was something that she knew would be difficult for him to catch on too. It was also a test of sorts. Would he understand her? Or would he be like everyone else?

Tuari