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Let It Go - Nochtli - July 03, 2015
Tell us how you really feel, Nocta.
In a way, she was furious and had been ever since her 'talk' with Tyrr. It had truly been like talking at a brick wall for all the good it had done anyone. He had insulted her intelligence and her loyalty, which had been a moot point in the first place because he was not the wolf she had been charged to Guard, nor the wolf that she and Citali had set out to find, traveling far and wide to locate him. Like hell she wasn't loyal or she would not have tracked him endlessly.
Ugh. For once in her life, Nochtli found herself despising someone. It was a coincidence that it was a male but it made her ideals waver all the same. Not completely shift, but waver, her thoughts stirring around in that mind of hers. It was a sad thing that she had so little now, labeled a traitor by the true traitor, Tezcacoatl's murderer. But though she had initially felt the man had taken everything from her, she knew now that was not true.
Her voice rose, seeking her friend. @Citali, she knew, did not like Tyrr or respect him. She took every chance given to drag his name through the mud and now, Nochtli found herself agreeing with the Medic's opinion of him. He was a shit wolf, and a shit leader, trying to put together a shit pack. Yeah, she was done with his ridiculousness.
RE: Let It Go - Citali - July 04, 2015
Keeping this vague, as the CitalixTyrr thread is still active, but yay for reconvening!
She'd had her own version of a "talk with Tyrr". In reality, it was more of a "talking at Tyrr" for she, herself, was not entirely convinced he'd been listening when she spoke truly to him. He had some sort of built in censor that erased anything he didn't wish to hear... which was everything she had to say. He did not want to know the Amazon women he'd gathered had never been loyal to the wolf he'd become. They'd only ever been loyal to the Queen first and by extension, Tezcacoatl as they had been assigned to him. The wolf who led the Ridge now? He was not nor would ever be Tezcacoatl. Their loyalties reverted back to the Queen by default.
She knew Manauia was soon to be or already on her way back to the Rise to inform the Queen of Tezcacoatl's death. Xuih had been absent as of late. Citali would seek her out as soon as she caught trace of the female's perfume. Until then, she was after Nochtli. The female had done as she saw best and one boy king wanted to pout about it. He could sulk as he pleased, so long as she no longer had to listen to it.
Back to Nochtli. She'd fled the rise. She didn't have much option. They had no home here save for each other and now that dismal ridge was off limits. Of all the off-bound places to have in the area, these wilds could have that one. She wanted nothing to do with it the land and less to do with its wolves. Nose to the ground and then to the air, she caught sign of her dark sister deep within the only local forest to offer anything in the form of a remedy. Curious that the wolf would be camping out there.
Then the howl rose. She altered her course swiftly and found her not too much further ahead. "Nochta! You're okay!" she moved towards the wolf and crowded her, looking her over head to tail as she examined her for any cuts or scratches she might have obtained while roaming around on her own. "Have you been hunting? I hope you're not starving out here." She murmured on, muttering little worries here and there as she fretted over the health of her friend.
RE: Let It Go - Nochtli - July 06, 2015
Nochtli didn't have to wait long, her tail wagging rather furiously as Citali crashed through the trees. She wasn't really all that surprised over the swift response; she knew her friend and knew this place was much more her speed than the barren Ridge. It had just been luck that she'd been so near today of all days. She butted her head against the mocha Medic's shoulder, letting her fuss and fret over her well being.
"I'm fine, I swear. I caught a snack just this morning." Her words were light, the weight lifted from her shoulders for the moment. "I figured you'd hang around this place but I'm glad you're here." Obviously, her friend had known she had left the Rise but what had been said, she wasn't sure. "I couldn't take his foolishness anymore. He refused to listen to a word I said and despite his age, he acts like a damn child. He sullies his mother's reputation with every action and I just... had enough. I'm sorry for not giving you any notice." The words spilled out of her mouth, her ire evident in her voice.
"Whether he thinks me a traitor or not, there's nothing I can do to help him if he is so close minded. Whatever happened truly addled his mind beyond repair." It stung, of course, to be labeled like that but... She could live with it, as she would probably not return to the Rise at this point. They'd gotten so turned around tracking him that it was practically useless to try and find their way back. "How have you fared?" She asked, ears swiveled to catch her words. They were safe here, far enough away from the Ridge to speak like this about the traitorous male and his idiocy.
RE: Let It Go - Citali - July 06, 2015
She nosed through her dark sisters fur even as the female assured her she was okay. With a glance at her, it appeared as though everything was quite well with her. What a relief. She'd just suddenly disappeared and Citali wasn't sure if it was Tyrr or that southern boy, or something else. (Though the idea of a southern boy was utterly preposterous, she knew budding romance could be a fickle thing.) All the same, it was good to see the wolf alive and well.
Ears turned, listening to every word as she backed up a bit to give her sister some room to breathe. All Tyrr then? Mm. Well, she could very well relate to that as she'd done much the same herself. Saying nothing, she instead let Nochtli get ever word she needed out. There were quite a few of them. No doubt, she'd been fretting over her predicament for some time. Hopefully she could put some of her rampant imagination to rest.
"Oh. You're fine. The Ridge? Not so much." She shrugged, not really caring too much about that dismal place anymore, but she did have much news to share. "Manauia will be returning to the Rise to inform the Queen of Tezcacoatl's demise. I'm not sure if she'll be returning. Xuihcoatl... has been absent lately, so I'm uncertain of her status. As for myself? It seems we'll be traveling again, dear sister. I've left the Ridge myself."
She wasn't certain as to whether or not Nochtli knew about their status, but they would now. "Tier can sulk alone on that mountain. I only hope those additional recruits wisen up before they realize the full disappointment of their king." Not that she cared too much. They'd find out soon enough and all that was Frostfire Ridge would be short lived and over. "Good news is... I don't think he's labeling us a traitors anymore... I think I beat him to death with common sense and tongue."
RE: Let It Go - Nochtli - July 10, 2015
Citali filled her in on everything. Mana leaving, Xiuh's absence, and her own split from the Ridge. While she was saddened that they were technically homeless at the moment, her tail waved; she was pleased at having her travel companion again, even if they were terrible at being Loners. And they really, really were. Her face was grim for a moment, already thinking ahead to the winter that would come sooner than it was wanted. They needed to join a pack, at some point.
"Traitors or not... I don't think we'd be able to make it back and I don't want to spend all those months trying to find the Rise. We probably wouldn't make it back before winter." Her bright eyes leveled on her friend, a weary look to her now. She would bounce back soon enough but Tyrr had worn her down with his brand of crazy. A few weeks of being on their own was sure to do her some good, as long as their time as rogues wasn't prolonged.
RE: Let It Go - Citali - July 10, 2015
Traveling companions again! There was something somewhat exciting about roaming with her dark sister again. With their own, recent adventure, traveling with her was something of a habit. They were terrible at it, but at least they were terrible together. Nochtli was a decent hunter. Citali did well in the herding department. Nochtli found herself injured semi-frequently. Citali could patch her up. They complimented each other in this and she was eager to get back to it. Back to wherever.
But there was truth in her sister's words. Citali frowned. She knew the implications behind what she said and her initial response was no. A very solid no that was soon replaced by her own frustrations. "These packs are all riddled with uncivilized males..." her voice dropped, trembling with the hint of a growl. "I can not... I won't submit to idiocy!"
RE: Let It Go - Nochtli - July 13, 2015
She could have laughed at Cita's outburst. As it was, a grin spread across her maw, eyeing her with mischief and amusement both. While she was well aware of their heritage and their upbringing, the dark female was also aware that if they were to make it past Winter, they'd have to integrate. And that meant that Cita would have to learn to behave and talk to males without being a complete asshole. It also meant that Nocta would need to curb her wanderlust as well, as other packs did not seem so keen on others even in their near vicinity. If not, they would soon have to travel outside of these wilds and travel south to avoid the colder temperatures.
But she didn't tell the Medic any of that. "Cita, let's face it. You couldn't even be civil to a male if you tried." The taunt was thrown between them easily, a measure of seriousness to her voice. "I'd eat my paw if you could actually pull that off." A silly and inane statement for such a situation but wholly conceivable, if only because she knew her friend was that incapable of such things.
RE: Let It Go - Citali - July 14, 2015
Oh. Her dark sister thought this was funny now, did she? Citali scowled at her, turning pointed eyes towards the wolf as she wondered if her dead amazon sister had it out for her. Not physically of course, but in jest as the wolf poked at her own stubbornness and pride. There was great reason for her dislike and distaste in males far beyond the ideals the Amazons had engrained upon her. She could not shake at instinct. Would not.
"Well there would never be any reason for it, so why bother?" She needed another colony of women. Perhaps a convent. She could shut herself away from the world live in absolute blissful ignorance of everything around her. "And that would be silly," she said sharply. "What use would you be without a paw?" Her sister's taunts completely escaped her.
RE: Let It Go - Nochtli - July 28, 2015
"You never knooow," Came the playful admonishment, a grin momentarily flashing her teeth. "What if you find the one and fall in lurrrve?" Okay, she couldn't keep the giggles in, laughing outright at the thought of Citali being in love with anyone, much less a male. Besides, most males they'd met in these lands were no better than those that lived at home, with Tyrr at the top of the 'Please Don't Talk To Me' list. She would be glad if she never saw him again, for if he truly would try and kill her for her traitorous ways, Nochtli would try just as hard to put him out of his misery. She owed the wolf nothing and however cold it made her, she didn't care.
"I'd be pretty useful still! I don't have to have all four paws to be able to talk your ear off, you know." Which was quite true, just not what Cita would want to sit through, surely. "I dare you to be civil to a male. Just one. Whether you meet him once or twenty times." Her eyes glinted mischieviously, obviously having fun as she teased and taunted her medically-inclined sister.
RE: Let It Go - Citali - July 29, 2015
"Fall in love?" She rushed her sister then, lifting a paw as if to check her for fever. "Have you gone mad? There is no such thing." Hysterics. This wolf friend of hers had falling into hysterics and was giggling like a lunatic. "Have you been sniffing the wrong mushrooms?" There had to be some sort of diagnosis for this insanity. It was extremely uncharacteristic not to mention definitely not the amazon way. If a female mated it was for practical reasons only. Heaven forbid anyone bring the idea of emotions or feelings into the equation. They were frivolous things of little value.
"No. No. You'd be a very useless hob-a-long," she assured her shadow friend. Talking or otherwise, there were cures for that. Like slipping her amazon sister a sleeping draught or giving her something to make her tongue swell enough for mindless chatter to be difficult.
What the female said next, however, was preposterous. "Civil? I'm always civil." At least, in her eyes she was. "If a male proves himself intelligent, I don't have a problem conversing. It's bowing I will not do. Crouching for some gender that will never deserve it is bad for one's posture."
RE: Let It Go - Nochtli - August 09, 2015
As expected, Citali's reaction was quite worth the silliness. A paw to her forehead, questions about what she'd gotten into, etc made Nochtli grin. Citali was quite the wolf to poke fun at, and more importantly, Nochtli was comfortable behaving in such manners with the healer. Citali, by now, probably knew very well that her dark counterpart was not the picturesque Amazon; that she still accepted, maybe even enjoyed Nochtli's presence was something that was greatly appreciated, though she didn't make mention of it, just in case.
"Hey, hey. Not true. I could be helpful with only three paws." A claim she wasn't sure was true but amusing nonetheless. She let it drop as Cita went on, however, her grin only widening. "You know, that seems to be quite frequent here. Male leaders." While she didn't find them subpar to females simply considering gender alone, the idea of a pack run only by a male was... baffling. They constantly yearned for war (look at that, Tyrr had been in at least two), did not think things through (Tyrr had claimed a sparse and infertile mountain as a pack territory), and tended to not listen to any kind of reason (just... Tyrr all together). Plus, she just wasn't used to seeing it. "It's kind of odd."
RE: Let It Go - Citali - August 09, 2015
Citali looked at her. She couldn't be serious could she? "You would not be." She stared, pondering her next words before a twisted smile crossed her lips. "Want to know what we call a wolf with three legs in the medical community?" A beat. "Dead." They were resource hogs. Required a pack. Required a lot of attention. Slow. Couldn't hunt for themselves. All useless things for survival. Survive an amputation and a wolf was lucky... they just also happened to fly straight towards the direction of requiring way more care than they were worth. Citali was more in favor of cutting losses than limbs.
Her mind was stubborn on that topic. Just as she was on the topic of leadership. It was Nochtli's comment that sobered her for half second before a permanent frown etched itself across her face. "I know," she said, her ears flattening upon her head as she tried not to think of it. It seemed a vast majority of the women in these parts were quick to submit to the will of a male. They should have been quicker to beat that will out of him. "It's a disease."
She shivered, not wanting to think about it even though she knew they must. It was still the height of summer, but with each passing day they moved closer towards fall and after that their chances of survival would dwindle without the added support of a pack. "There has to be some group somewhere led by a female in these wilds. There are only two genders. There's bound to be an independent female out there somewhere. "
RE: Let It Go - Nochtli - August 20, 2015
Truly, she found her sister to be a riot, even if she was not trying to be funny. The medic was a wolf who perhaps not many could appreciate when it came to her company but Nochtli, over the months, had learned to find great joy in it. She was happy that they had not been separated, even now as they were loners together once more.
She sobered quickly though, listening to the other as she spoke, nodding in agreement. "We'll find something. I'll keep my ears to the ground about it." While the Counselor would have been comfortable under either gender's rule, she found herself unwilling to break from her companion. As long as they stuck together, they'd be fine.
The two turned their thoughts to food then, teaming up once more to hunt down something that would fill both of their bellies.
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