Post by Nina on Sept 4, 2009 8:16:26 GMT -6
“The Tribe and Pack are outraged at your arrival.”
“Greetings Kahn. Come to shield me with your blankets of friendly warnings and then smother me with your insults?” A timber wolf grinned at the approaching tiger, pawing his ear to rid himself of a fly.
“I did only find you to warn you.” Kahn scowled and sat beside the wolf, looking down the east path with him.
“As if I need it. Your warnings are meaningless to someone who doesn’t even exist.” The wolf sneezed when the fly landed on his nose and then laughed. “Why would the pups come after no one?” He laughed again, almost hysterical. “Kahn, why are you talking to no one?”
The Bengal tiger ignored his companions jest. “If they come after you, I suppose you will be handling the pups by yourself?”
“Of course.” The wolf grinned, looking at Kahn mischievously. “They never gave me reason for pause before.”
“They are wiser now. Stronger. The entire tribe knows better
than when they banished you, and they teach the hunters that.” Kahn met the wolf’s gaze, glaring. “There is more order and less of your type.”
“Tell me Kahn, why do we call full grown wolves and tiger hunters pups? What is the purpose? To degrade them, to make them less threatening- and therefore they must try harder t o be the hunters they are-, or is it just that to those who know, they are only playing at being the order keepers that we should respect and fear?”
Here Kahn was silenced, and he took his gaze from the nameless, banished wolf.
“You honestly think I will worry over those I cannot respect as fully grown?”
“They are still hunters, regardless of what they are regarded as by you or others.”
“If I cannot be respected without a name, and you cannot shake the old power of your own long dead ancestor’s name, what power is given to hunters called pups?”
Kahn again remained silent, knowing the wolf was right- names were power within the packs. Disrespecting the hunters by calling them pups showed more internal disrupt than any one creature standing up and speaking against the elders.
“If you need me, bring conversation worthy of conversing.” The banished wolf left, slipping through the forest and off the beaten crossroad to the southwest.
Who is the wolf with no name, and why does Kahn care? What did the wolf do? Let the pack uncover the truth that elders won’t speak.
This rp is loosely based off of the original Jungle Book. It is in no way related to the Disney version, and we do not have a Mowgli or ever will.
“Greetings Kahn. Come to shield me with your blankets of friendly warnings and then smother me with your insults?” A timber wolf grinned at the approaching tiger, pawing his ear to rid himself of a fly.
“I did only find you to warn you.” Kahn scowled and sat beside the wolf, looking down the east path with him.
“As if I need it. Your warnings are meaningless to someone who doesn’t even exist.” The wolf sneezed when the fly landed on his nose and then laughed. “Why would the pups come after no one?” He laughed again, almost hysterical. “Kahn, why are you talking to no one?”
The Bengal tiger ignored his companions jest. “If they come after you, I suppose you will be handling the pups by yourself?”
“Of course.” The wolf grinned, looking at Kahn mischievously. “They never gave me reason for pause before.”
“They are wiser now. Stronger. The entire tribe knows better
than when they banished you, and they teach the hunters that.” Kahn met the wolf’s gaze, glaring. “There is more order and less of your type.”
“Tell me Kahn, why do we call full grown wolves and tiger hunters pups? What is the purpose? To degrade them, to make them less threatening- and therefore they must try harder t o be the hunters they are-, or is it just that to those who know, they are only playing at being the order keepers that we should respect and fear?”
Here Kahn was silenced, and he took his gaze from the nameless, banished wolf.
“You honestly think I will worry over those I cannot respect as fully grown?”
“They are still hunters, regardless of what they are regarded as by you or others.”
“If I cannot be respected without a name, and you cannot shake the old power of your own long dead ancestor’s name, what power is given to hunters called pups?”
Kahn again remained silent, knowing the wolf was right- names were power within the packs. Disrespecting the hunters by calling them pups showed more internal disrupt than any one creature standing up and speaking against the elders.
“If you need me, bring conversation worthy of conversing.” The banished wolf left, slipping through the forest and off the beaten crossroad to the southwest.
Who is the wolf with no name, and why does Kahn care? What did the wolf do? Let the pack uncover the truth that elders won’t speak.
This rp is loosely based off of the original Jungle Book. It is in no way related to the Disney version, and we do not have a Mowgli or ever will.
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