Tupilaq finds it strangely freeing to decide not to care.
She remains a silent helper, dropping off prey where the others can find it and dissapearing as often as she can to patrol. Still, deciding to no longer care about the opinions of the Ateneq sisters (or the ones she's met) lifts a weight off her shoulders. If later Takiyok should decide she's not a threat and Shivali should look at her as an actual person, then Uki might come around. For now the savage girl keeps to herself, seemingly at peace with her lot in life.
It's evening when she leaves the family behind, not noticing if she is seen as she goes. Tapeesa wanders into the woods beyond where they've taken up camp, the sharp cries of birdsong a riotous melody in her pricked ears. They've taken a break but Uki has yet to seek the quiet peace of her god,
The tundrian follows a harsh trilling noise into the center of the forest, circling the wide trunk of an elderly oak with slow rotations as she searched for the noise - head turned comically skyward. Finally her eyes land on the small form of a black and red bird high above, seemingly drilling a hole in the trunk with its long, sharp beak.
Tapeesa sits on her haunches, content to watch the bird in contemplative silence for a moment. As she watches it drilling into the tree, a genuine smile crossed her scarred lips.
She remains a silent helper, dropping off prey where the others can find it and dissapearing as often as she can to patrol. Still, deciding to no longer care about the opinions of the Ateneq sisters (or the ones she's met) lifts a weight off her shoulders. If later Takiyok should decide she's not a threat and Shivali should look at her as an actual person, then Uki might come around. For now the savage girl keeps to herself, seemingly at peace with her lot in life.
It's evening when she leaves the family behind, not noticing if she is seen as she goes. Tapeesa wanders into the woods beyond where they've taken up camp, the sharp cries of birdsong a riotous melody in her pricked ears. They've taken a break but Uki has yet to seek the quiet peace of her god,
The tundrian follows a harsh trilling noise into the center of the forest, circling the wide trunk of an elderly oak with slow rotations as she searched for the noise - head turned comically skyward. Finally her eyes land on the small form of a black and red bird high above, seemingly drilling a hole in the trunk with its long, sharp beak.
Tapeesa sits on her haunches, content to watch the bird in contemplative silence for a moment. As she watches it drilling into the tree, a genuine smile crossed her scarred lips.
"And you're tired of not being strong."
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...when you give people a chance to be themselves. - by Uki - July 16, 2018, 09:18 AM
RE: ...when you give people a chance to be themselves. - by Tahani - July 17, 2018, 06:16 PM
RE: ...when you give people a chance to be themselves. - by Uki - July 21, 2018, 08:15 AM
RE: ...when you give people a chance to be themselves. - by Tahani - July 21, 2018, 11:34 PM
RE: ...when you give people a chance to be themselves. - by Uki - July 26, 2018, 01:27 PM
RE: ...when you give people a chance to be themselves. - by Tahani - August 13, 2018, 01:05 AM
RE: ...when you give people a chance to be themselves. - by Uki - August 13, 2018, 09:04 AM
RE: ...when you give people a chance to be themselves. - by Tahani - August 19, 2018, 01:12 AM
RE: ...when you give people a chance to be themselves. - by Uki - August 21, 2018, 01:06 PM