April 05, 2017, 12:30 AM
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The glistening of aged incisors met the girl as she approached, a sight that filled her with a growing concern—had Negiliq been infected by a frothy mouth? This, she soon realized, wasn’t the case at all. Trapped in the embrace of her elder relative, the yearling couldn’t contain herself, a smile wide enough to put a child to shame pulling at her lips. A warm feeling filled her insides, awakening memories whilst comforting the girl. To be with another of her family, a wolf whose blood was the same as her own, was so terribly magnificent that she could not put words forward in order to describe it. This joy, youthful and energetic, only flourished as the woman spoke; she had been searching for her! Although the younger Inuk had considered that, that might be how they’d come to cross paths so far from home, it made her feel better to hear her thoughts be confirmed aloud. It sent her tail to wagging, being waved through the air like one might do with their country’s flag.
From her lips came laughter, soft but not quiet. “Kuviasuvunga takuk ipvit!” declared the yearling, thrilled beyond words. For so long she had traveled by herself, lacking a companion. On several occasions, she had met other lonesome travelers, but few had been able to understand her; the farther south she’d gone, the number of those that spoke only English rose. To be able to speak without being met with anger and frustration was a truly wonderful thing, as well as something that she had missed. The ability to hold a conversation with someone was a simple exchange that she had, undoubtedly, taken for granted prior to her departure from the north. Now, as she shared words with a distant relative eagerly, she realized just how much she had missed it; she didn’t mind using body language to get her point across but, when meeting a daft wolf, sometimes the desired message was lost.
“Nillinattuk,” she agreed, shaking her body with a mock shiver. “Nillak tâvunga!” Her tone was cheerful, a hint of amusement hidden within her words. It was only a joke, of course—this new land was cold, she would not say differently, but nothing could beat the arctic winters.
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The glistening of aged incisors met the girl as she approached, a sight that filled her with a growing concern—had Negiliq been infected by a frothy mouth? This, she soon realized, wasn’t the case at all. Trapped in the embrace of her elder relative, the yearling couldn’t contain herself, a smile wide enough to put a child to shame pulling at her lips. A warm feeling filled her insides, awakening memories whilst comforting the girl. To be with another of her family, a wolf whose blood was the same as her own, was so terribly magnificent that she could not put words forward in order to describe it. This joy, youthful and energetic, only flourished as the woman spoke; she had been searching for her! Although the younger Inuk had considered that, that might be how they’d come to cross paths so far from home, it made her feel better to hear her thoughts be confirmed aloud. It sent her tail to wagging, being waved through the air like one might do with their country’s flag.
From her lips came laughter, soft but not quiet. “Kuviasuvunga takuk ipvit!” declared the yearling, thrilled beyond words. For so long she had traveled by herself, lacking a companion. On several occasions, she had met other lonesome travelers, but few had been able to understand her; the farther south she’d gone, the number of those that spoke only English rose. To be able to speak without being met with anger and frustration was a truly wonderful thing, as well as something that she had missed. The ability to hold a conversation with someone was a simple exchange that she had, undoubtedly, taken for granted prior to her departure from the north. Now, as she shared words with a distant relative eagerly, she realized just how much she had missed it; she didn’t mind using body language to get her point across but, when meeting a daft wolf, sometimes the desired message was lost.
“Nillinattuk,” she agreed, shaking her body with a mock shiver. “Nillak tâvunga!” Her tone was cheerful, a hint of amusement hidden within her words. It was only a joke, of course—this new land was cold, she would not say differently, but nothing could beat the arctic winters.
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RE: Kaittuk - by Negiliq - March 06, 2017, 10:19 AM
RE: Kaittuk - by Chulyin - March 10, 2017, 03:03 AM
RE: Kaittuk - by Negiliq - March 18, 2017, 06:50 PM
RE: Kaittuk - by Chulyin - April 05, 2017, 12:30 AM
RE: Kaittuk - by Negiliq - April 10, 2017, 01:39 PM