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you touched me like that - Imaq - March 02, 2021
The aureate dove padded alongside the shores of the great Lake, steps slow and trailing as she searched for a good spot to stop. The dark pelt of the pine marten dangled from her jaws, somewhat stiff -- the rawhide underside dry and hard. It would need to be soaked, or at least dipped over the surface of the water to soften it before she could begin chewing at the soon-to-be leather side of the fur. Then it might be piled up with other pelts to pad a comfy sleeping place.
Or maybe she would gift it to @Iana who might like it to wrap her herbs up in and transport them around. She could try to find a bigger animal, skin its pelt and treat that for her bed. A deer perhaps or maybe some foxes.
Imaq chose a favorable spot, one where the ground was covered in a flat slab of stone as the shallows lapped against the shore. Tactfully, she lowered the hide to rest on the water, pulling it back up before too much of the water could whet the fur. Then, she flipped it over, laying the fur side against the stone and pinning it to the rock with one paw. She began to scrape at it with the claws of her free hand, shredding the damp skin into something more flexible.
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RE: you touched me like that - Rye - March 08, 2021
Since technically Rye has yet to meet Wintersbane, I'm gonna keep things vague. When that thread does go up it will be before this one, so if that gets started before this one ends the vagueness may stop.
A long, sleek and nimble body bounced in the snow, its head diving directly into the cold and emerging
with a smaller, fatter but equally as nimble body in its mouth. With one final crunch the smaller mammal
was gone, it tail limp in the mouth of its attacker. For a weasel, the vole would make a filling meal and for
Rye, the weasel and the vole would make a wonderful snack. His body was not hidden amongst the snow
blanketing the ground but that did not deter the male from stalking the weasel, his body low to the ground
and his gait excruciatingly slow. Tawny eyes locked onto the small mammals every move, watching its
tiny ears flicker in every direction as it listened for predators like himself. Rye was nearing striking range,
his footsteps up until then were quiet like owl wings but a patch of thick, rough snow-ice ended any
chance for an easy meal. The weasel did not waste time looking to see what made the noise, its own
experiences driving it forward without a second thought. Rye sighed and turned back to the boarders and
continued his personally assigned duties for that day. In no time, his chores were at an end, border patrol
was complete along with refreshing and sharpening the territory's edge. It was time for a break before he
would attempt another hunt, be it good sized or small, it did not matter he was hungry for anything.
Rye took his time getting to the water, using his small journey to familiarize himself with his new home,
down to every crevasse and twig that peppered the ground. It wasn't long before he found himself at waters
edge, his tongue already lapping up what it could. His eyes closed as the cold water slide down his throat and
into his belly, a near addicting feeling Rye took his time enjoying it. After quenching his thirst Rye spotted
something, it appeared to be a wolf but something was different about them. At first the inner territorial side of
the male took over, demanding in his mind just who they were and what they were doing in his land. However,
he had trust in his packmates to ensure the security of their land, his conclusion came as swiftly as his assumption.
They must be someone he has yet to meet. Forcing his hackles down, Rye moved to meet the mysterious female.
He approached loudly as to not scare the female if she did not know he was around, furthering his attempt with a
throat clear. "Hello, it seems we've yet to meet. My name is Rye but people usually call me—" In his attempt
to appear somewhat suave he managed to back himself into a stupid corner, he had no nickname. "Rye.. Everyone
calls me Rye." Embarrassment engulfed him and he silently swore to stop being an idiot.
'Good one genius, next time just stick with a name'
"What's your name?" He quickly added.
RE: you touched me like that - Imaq - March 11, 2021
Imaq glanced up, discreet tropical gaze moving to the man as her paw slowed in its path along the skin of the pelt's underside -- though it did not stop at first, giving the illusion that the demure she-wolf continued her work without noticing the newcomer's presence as she drank him in with snippets of glances. She pieced him together as a puzzle, stiffening as she observed the aggressive stance of alarm that overtook him for a second. Was this another Taikon, here to tell her she didn't belong?
She stilled as the taller man approached, his size still vastly larger than her own despite the fact that he was rangier than the silver-speckled chief of their small tribe. The northron kept her seafoam peridots trained carefully on the pelt between her paws, flexing and curling her feathered forepaws into the soft marten hide as the man drew near -- awaiting derisive words. Her shoulders drew up the tiniest bit as she hunkered over the small swath of fur as if her submission might protect her from his prejudice if he harbored any.
Instead awkward, albeit warm, words reach her pinned auds, and the buttercream shepherd glances upward hesitantly. She cocked her head the tiniest bit as she tried to understand, smiling a slow, tiny grin at the humor of the situation as his nervousness registers. The tundrian can't quite figure how this Rye could be intimidated by her of all people.
"Imaq," the cur answered, soft as the wind whistling over the glacier's icy surface.
RE: you touched me like that - Rye - March 15, 2021
Imaqs' small hint of submission did not go unnoticed by the male, a freckle of shame sprouted in the
males mind but he did his best to accommodate the female by stepping back and taking a seat after he
finished speaking. Rye was not sure what boundaries he stepped over, if any, but as overly sensitive as
he was the past few days he wasn't willing to ask.
Brown eyes moved from ivory fur to a walnut brown hide, gathering an abundance of questions as his eyes
traveled from said ivory to brown. Imaq looked odd, Rye had never come across anything like the female,
she was fascinating. Almost something to be studied but Rye knew better than to gawk like some hairbrained
vulture. His curious eyes averted from the female and down to the marten, picking up on what she was aiming
to do. Intrigued about the process would ask a few questions, his eyes returned to meet Imaqs' but before he
asked, "It's nice to meet you Imaq." He bowed his head slightly, partially as a joke but some part of him
was sincere about it. "I have seen what you are doing a long time ago but I don't remember what it is
called, or what the procedure is. Would you mind explaining?"
RE: you touched me like that - Imaq - March 21, 2021
"Imaq..eh, iggettuk meeting Rye," the shepherd expressed in return, the words heavy and thick on her untrained tongue as her golden diadem dipped slowly. She glanced up then, allowing her seaglass gaze to meet the woodland-pelted male's with a pointed smile -- joyful, happy to meet you.
"Imaq âkKik, scrape," Selkie explained, not knowing the proper translation in his tongue. She had come a long way though -- due to @Rowan and @Wintersbane. The buttermilk she-dog's feathery paw brushed over the leathery underside of the marten fur in demonstration, her opaque claws flexing as they raked over the skin and helped to shred it further. Imaq passed over the pelt a few more times before bending and nudging it closer to Rye for a closer inspection if he so wished.
"Makes kapviasiak soft..makes good bed." A soft hum escaped her freckled lips, a small, perfunctory nod accompanying the sound as if to punctuate her confident words. It was the way of women, all her mothers had been capable of curing fine furs for their living spaces and for trading. Her sisters and in-laws too, likely her nieces could even be counted amongst hat number now. She did not intend to sound cocky of her capabilities but the shaman knew her hides were of good quality.
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RE: you touched me like that - Rye - March 24, 2021
Sorry for the weird indents, changed a setting. Thing should return to normal next post!
Her accent was thick and her struggle with some words made it a tad difficult to understand her words
but she always managed to get across what she meant, albeit not very elegantly. Rye wasn't one to
judge, if anything it was an alluring aspect about her, the mystic of her homeland and language. He
watched as she scraped the hide, smoothing it out and rendering it more suitable for comfort. As she
nudged the marten hide towards him Rye took the opportunity to fully inspect her work. Although his
knowledge of her actions was lost to him, the product of her skillful craftsmanship was still impressive.
The male nudged the fur back to her, "It looks good," He smiled, his compliment genuine and his smile
soft.
"If I bring you furs, could you do to them what you are now?" He asked but the more he thought about his choice of words, the more Rye thought it might have been a little complex or odd, so he opted to reword his question. "I mean, can you make me a bed if I bring you fur?" Perhaps that was better.
RE: you touched me like that - Imaq - March 31, 2021
Imaq nodded slowly, deliberating. She had no issue with what he proposed but there was a nagging part of her that wondered what Rye planned to offer in return. It was not malicious but rather cultural. It was customary for those who asked for favors to give something in return -- at least amongst the wolves of Nunaat. Imaq despised the thought of seeming rude by asking him such a thing and shifted uneasily on her paws for a moment, attempting to puzzle out how she could ask tactfully. It wasn't so unreasonable, was it? She was a busy woman, patrolling the borders and hunting to help fill their food wares being her main priority as @Wintersbane (reference) was still injured. Before Rye, he had been their only guardian and hunter -- the only man. The shepherd worried he might strain himself and hoped by helping with the borders and food that she could prevent him from overworking.
"Imaq make Rye nice bed...Imaq have some of the meat?" If he was in agreement then that meant she wouldn't have to hunt to feed herself for a bit, given that most of what she caught went straight to their caches. She could eat what Rye had given her and spend a day or so -- depending on how many furs he wanted cured and how much meat he bartered for them -- on other tasks aside from the hunting that preoccupied much of her waking hours.
Perhaps she might devote the time to something purely personal, it had been a long time since she did anything just for herself -- for her own benefit or even just because she felt like it. Maybe she could use that time to reconnect with the inua; it had been even longer since she had an opportunity to arrange a shrine for the spirits or try to commune with her ancestors.
RE: you touched me like that - Rye - April 01, 2021
A nagging question kept tugging a his ear, demanding to be heard and demanding to be answered. 'What is she?' She did not look like a normal wolf, the telltale signs where there but mixed with something else. A creature Rye had never come across in his lifetime. Sooner or later it needed to be answered but for now, Ryes attention floated back to the topic. He felt a little bashful for not offering her a payment in the first place but regardless her proposition was met with a few strong nods, he couldn't deny her what she was certainly owed.
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"Of course, you can have as much as you would like. If you want I can even hunt for you on request, try to track down specific animals, whatever you need really." Rye would not ask for anything in return, she provided a much needed skill for the pack and to him that was his payment. He wasn't the best hunter in the world but he could get the job done when it needed to be, might have to ask for help in order to take down big prey but in the end things would surely work out.
RE: you touched me like that - Imaq - April 10, 2021
The cur blinked, seaglass eyes gone wide with surprise at the woodlander's generosity. Her gaze fell back to rose-gold paws, her tuliped ears fluttering bashfully as she shook her gilded diadem hastily in gentle refusal. "Nee, nee," the she-dog breathed a burst of songbird laughter, seafoam eyes crinkling with humor. "Imaq hunts. Takes from Siqiqniq's rise in morning to Taqqiq's at night," the shaman explained to Rye, pointing towards the sun with her muzzle for clarification.
"Rye might want big fur. Warm. For winter," she suggested. A smaller predator would suffice perhaps, the pelt of some vermin they were trying to rid the territory of perhaps. A fox or coyote. Maybe a bobcat if the man was daring. Or if he managed to recruit others to the task, like Imaq herself, the fur of some ungulate would work though these skins were often thinner than the hides of predators.
RE: you touched me like that - Rye - April 11, 2021
Lovely thread! Shall we wrap? Maybe I can make another thread sometime in the future where Imaq and Rye hunt together!
Imaqs eyes widened and it sent Ryes belly twirling, panic set in like a deadly infection and sapped the blood from his face. Thankfully he had fur. Confusion was the one to follow and jumble his brain, scattering it like rats in an exposed nest. He kept a straight face, the only tell that things were going haywire was the sheer, unadulterated panic that was etched into his eyes; oh but her laughter. It broke the panic, shattering the thin glass and sweeping it away and put him at ease, going so far as to put a soft smile on his lips.
"Oh?" He beamed, "Next time you decide to go on a hunt come find me and I will help you. Maybe get a good winter fur while we're out there." His smile broadened but remained soft, it reached his eyes and they too softened. Perhaps Imaq could teach him a thing or two about hunting, Rye had little doubt she was quite the experienced hunter and to him it was always a pleasure learning from the greats.
"Anyway, I shall let you return to your fur." He would stick around if she had anything else to say but if not, he would trot off to do whatever he desired.
RE: you touched me like that - Imaq - April 19, 2021
sounds good! (sorry for the wait on this, I've had covid for the past week or so.) Imaq also has a lot of AW threads (most of which are hunting based) open in the DFG forum if you want to snag any of those!
Imaq dipped her head in a leisurely gesture of acquiescent diffidence, cracked gaze of seawater still sparkling with mirth as she watched the tricolor move away. A soft chirping noise of farewell escaped the pale golden column of the she-dog's throat, ears fluttering to catch any last words from Rye before she bent over her work once more. The tundrian soon settled back into her prior rhythm, working the fur with gentle patience.