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RE: close your eyes, - Nate - 11/14/2025
He's fine :'D
Skill - Heartbroken
Nizhónígo ałhééhosiilzįįd . I, ah, only know a little. But I'm glad to know I'm in good company.With an amused hmph, Nate cocked a brow and made a show of appraising Cecil,
I'd say you're an handsome wolf, too, by what I know of the matter.Not much, obviously. Nate laughed lightly.
It faded at the thought of telling Mithwyth he was changed.
And, well, maybe she'd understand.He pondered it. Just... couldn't find any good reason to risk the telling. What part of being a man was worth talking about? Nate didn't have any family still alive, and hadn't for years before... this. Except Ko-Ga, and Soquili, his pinto.
And Eleanore.
He told himself there was no use mourning what amounted to hayloft courtship and promises nobody else would have ever let them keep. But she'd made it to his heart of hearts, and her absence left a gaping wound. Even being reborn couldn't mend a thing like that.
There was no going back. And for that reason he wasn't sure he wanted to go forward, some days.
And none of that made for good conversation to anybody.
Ko-Ga seemed to sense Nate on the edge of brooding, and nipped at an ear. Flinching, he rolled his shoulder to dislodge the crow and rubbed the spot that smarted with a snowsoaked paw.
You can tell her you're a man, if you want. For my part I'm... trying to decide if it's better to just leave what's dead, buried.
Ko-Ga tugged at cheek fur. Nate pulled his head away, muttering quietly,
Halewisda.
Mom had a people, and she told me what she could get away with. Pa preferred I was Irish. So I reckon I'm just another drifter.He laughed again. But a perceptive ear might hear the bracing in it — to brush off pity, or bite at prejudice, if he got anything but a laugh back in return.
RE: close your eyes, - Tsídii - 12/8/2025
Strange hearing their peoples' tongue from the mouth of a wolf, but Cecil laughed, took it in stride.
"Well then. Tódik'ǫzhi nishłį́ Lók’aa’ Dine’é bá shíshchíín Tábąąhí dashicheii Dibéłizhiní dashinalí." A grin. "Nizhónígo ałhééhosiilzįįd. I'd offer you a handshake if we had the hands, but... you'll have to imagine. A little's still more than most. Glad to find someone else who can speak, and with such a talented tongue at that." The grin widened. Not the pronunciation of someone who'd grown up with it, but really, you had to speak it from the moment you figured how to talk to get it just right.
The mirth faded quickly. Could be a fragile subject these days, blood. They couldn't remember a time where it wasn't.
They cocked their head, watched the crow nip at Nate's ear and cheek.
Weren't something they'd be willing to do, put it all behind them. Might've lost what they had and lost was relative, but they were here on all fours and a coat of coyote fur, so they knew full well there was no walking back home unless they woke up human again. Home and family, though... too valuable to let buried. Even if it stung, realizing they'd never have it back.
But they were no fool. Not that much a fool, any rate. Didn't take a proper answer to know his past wasn't the same as theirs. They'd seen it themself, lived it themself- knew what he was talking about even if they hadn't felt it the same way. They kept their thoughts on his pa for their own ears.
Least the crow knew better than either of them did.
"Alright," Cecil said. "Ain't for me to decide. Can be a new slate, easy, if that's what you want it to be." They gave a little hum, glancing up towards the winter-blue sky, thinking he might not want to be looked at just now. "Your people ain't mine, but we're all family of a sort. You want to talk, I got an ear. That's all."
The corner of their mouth drew into a lopsided smile. "Don't mean to impose, so don't feel obligated. Feel like introducin' me to your friend, though, or at least givin' me directions? Rather not walk off and find someone more like to put me on my back than answer a question."
"Well then. Tódik'ǫzhi nishłį́ Lók’aa’ Dine’é bá shíshchíín Tábąąhí dashicheii Dibéłizhiní dashinalí." A grin. "Nizhónígo ałhééhosiilzįįd. I'd offer you a handshake if we had the hands, but... you'll have to imagine. A little's still more than most. Glad to find someone else who can speak, and with such a talented tongue at that." The grin widened. Not the pronunciation of someone who'd grown up with it, but really, you had to speak it from the moment you figured how to talk to get it just right.
The mirth faded quickly. Could be a fragile subject these days, blood. They couldn't remember a time where it wasn't.
They cocked their head, watched the crow nip at Nate's ear and cheek.
Weren't something they'd be willing to do, put it all behind them. Might've lost what they had and lost was relative, but they were here on all fours and a coat of coyote fur, so they knew full well there was no walking back home unless they woke up human again. Home and family, though... too valuable to let buried. Even if it stung, realizing they'd never have it back.
But they were no fool. Not that much a fool, any rate. Didn't take a proper answer to know his past wasn't the same as theirs. They'd seen it themself, lived it themself- knew what he was talking about even if they hadn't felt it the same way. They kept their thoughts on his pa for their own ears.
Least the crow knew better than either of them did.
"Alright," Cecil said. "Ain't for me to decide. Can be a new slate, easy, if that's what you want it to be." They gave a little hum, glancing up towards the winter-blue sky, thinking he might not want to be looked at just now. "Your people ain't mine, but we're all family of a sort. You want to talk, I got an ear. That's all."
The corner of their mouth drew into a lopsided smile. "Don't mean to impose, so don't feel obligated. Feel like introducin' me to your friend, though, or at least givin' me directions? Rather not walk off and find someone more like to put me on my back than answer a question."
RE: close your eyes, - Nate - 12/14/2025
Skill - Heartbroken
Ears pricked and tail wagged at the introduction in proper tongue, and Nate felt a pang wishing he might share the same moment with one of his mother's people. Words forbidden in the house, and learned anyway — more defiance than his etsi had been willing to risk in most other ways.
Made him useful in the army. But every word he'd spoken there had turned the language bitter on his tongue. The real skill had been learning to fold truth into the lies he recited for greedy men who seemed to wear hate like a second skin. Few Cherokee had appreciated the efforts. Fewer white men.
Saying hello to a man-turned-wolf had a sting, but not nearly the same as all that.
Appreciate it.Nate replied, though something inside him flinched at the idea of confiding such a deep well of guilt in anyone. Especially one who must have had plenty troubles of their own. They weren't the same. Nate said thank you because it was the polite thing to do, and he'd stay silent for much the same reason.
I'd be happy to introduce you. She's... somewhere around here.Nate turned head over shoulder, Ko-Ga bobbing behind him.
...I, uh — think...