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save us from the sins of the flesh - Aguta - July 31, 2013
For Tonraq - early to mid afternoon
flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
Since the decision had basically been made as to where they, Tartok, were going to hopefully laying claim had been decided, Aguta found herself sticking around the mountain more often than not. She took it upon herself to explore it, to patrol it, to guard the mountain that was to hopefully become their home in this land. She wanted to make sure that she knew every nook and cranny of their possible new home.
Although it did still feel a little weird, okay a whole lot weird, to not be following her Aunt any longer, she knew that Siku had had good reason for sending her away with Siku’s only living daughter. Aguta would do whatever it took to show her cousin as much loyalty and devotion as she would always show toward Siku. She was not one who strove for leadership, though she no longer accepted being at the bottom of the totem pole. Those days for her were long gone.
Having spent a good part of the morning traipsing around the mountain, exploring and learning her way around the mountain, the large female found a cool rock to flop upon half way down the mountain that was shaded from the sun above. She would rest, for now, in the shade, and save up her energy for further use after the warmest part of the day had passed them by.
RE: save us from the sins of the flesh - Tonraq - July 31, 2013
He wondered if Siku had known—if that was why she had sent him away, on the very day he had reached his first year. He wondered if it had merely been what some wolves called Fate. Tonraq snorted, expelling such thoughts with a hot breath. It did not matter, though the coincidence tickled at some part of his consciousness. What mattered was that he was here; that he was still of Tartok, and that he could still serve his mothers legacy.
Siku had told him to find his own way.
His way could only ever be Tartok.
The yearling moved along the base, driven to protect the lone mountain they would make their own. Exploration could come later, when they were secure and establish. As he made his circuit, he would rub his body against a tree, there—allowing its bark to catch and claim tufts of his shedding coat. And that tree, over there, was marked with gouges from his dull claws. He lifted his leg whenever the urge came, without regard to where it landed: this place, all of it, was theirs.
When the sun made its way higher in the sky, his dark fur drinking in its heat, the boy reluctantly made his way up the mountain. He would be unable to do any good if the sun drained him of his energy and made him sick; it would be best, for now, to seek shelter in the cooler atmosphere higher up the peak. Like his cousin—though he did not know she was here—Tonraq sought out the shaded areas of the mountain.
It was by mere chance that he drew near her own shelter, and when he tasted her scent, Tonraq stiffened in wariness.
RE: save us from the sins of the flesh - Aguta - July 31, 2013
flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
Sprawled out on the cool rock in the shade, a wide yawn split her muzzle wide open. This was followed by a light shaking of her head. A light afternoon nap would probably be taken so as to make the afternoon hurry by. She was eager to get on with what she’d taken it upon herself to do for her cousin and for Tartok; learn the entire mountain inside and out.
Just as she was getting ready to lower her head to her paws, sound of movement caught her attention, but it was the scent that reached her that brought the woman to her paws, moving forward toward the source. Having watched her Aunt’s children growing up on the mountain, Aguta knew each and every one of them by sight and scent. Not usually one for physical affection, the large woman moved to offer the same sort of greeting that Siku would offer her from time to time; slightly rough bump against the shoulder accompanied by a deep rumbling sound from her chest.
Stepping away from her younger cousin, she gave a slight tilt of her head. She knew that Siku sent them away after they turned a year to find themselves, but she hadn’t expected, at all, to see the dark boy here. Motioning toward the shade where she had been laying, the large woman turned from him and returned to the cool rock to sprawl out. “Home?” she inquired with another slight tilt of her head.