The Blood of a Wolf ~ A werewolf RP ~ PATP

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    A brow raised up at her reaction, be he realized she wanted to stay with them. He didn't mind it. "You can stay, but only in our camp and only go with my mother if she leaves for any reason. I am going to hunt with my men. Ask if you need anything from her." He nodded in respect and left with a group of three men and two unusually large wolf-like dogs.

    Aishia trembled and shifted again. Her eyes down a the hands and she glanced at the old woman. She watched her cook and sighed.

    "Do you have any questions child? I'm afraid there won't be much to do while you're with me." The old woman smiled softly, as if she felt the girls pain too.

    Aishia shook her head, in her home she worked often, housework mostly so she was good at most anything. She hated needles but she knit and still sewed. "No...and my name is Aishia please." She introduced herself softly.

    "Aisha, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Can you cut these vegetables while I ready the broth?" She pointed at a large basket of various fresh grown wild vegetables

    A large canine suddenly ran past Aishia and straight to the elderly woman. "Jaal, child, stop your rushing. What seems to be the problem?" She asked the young wolf as she bent closer to look at his eyes.

    Aishia watched for a second before continuing her work on the vegetables. She sighed as she finished and sat back, smiling slightly.

    The wolf then growled at Aisha and the old woman frowned. "Go, go hunt Jaal."
    The wolf left and she then turned to her. "Aishia, may I ask what happened to you that my son found you like that?"

    Aishia stiffened and she cried out. Her eyes once soft now replaced by fear and worry. She began to tremble and her jewelry shook "m-my family was killed in front of me....I-I hid but they follows and hurt me." She curled in a ball, shivering and trembling.

    She was sad to hear such a tale but knew it was right since Jail had come to say there were intruders in their forest with bad intent like they were searching for someone. "Aishia, it will be alright young one..." the smaller elderly woman gathered her into her embrace, wanting to comfort her as best as she could.

    Kirin had returned carrying a large buck by its legs with the help of two of the other hunters. It was a feast night and they were going to celebrate. "What's wrong?" his brow creased when he looked at his mother and Aisha. "Jail told you didn't he. But we are working on getting them to leave."



    (btw, where is the setting?)

    Up to you ;)


    Aishia shifted back and sat cross legged, facing away from Kirin. She had her hands still shaking but she grasped them together tightly to stop the shaking.

    (Stupid spell check xD )


    Kiran sighed turning to a young man walking towards them. "Kiran, stupid hunters are on our land again. Seems to be looking for something other than a regular hunt." The young man wore an old cream shirt that was obviously used and worn. His hair was slicked back with sweat after seemingly running quite a while. "Keeping that girl here will get everyone killed Kiran. I don't care if you are my brother." He turned away from the leader.


    The elderly woman sighs heavily. "That Jaal has always been like that, do not mind him Aishia. He says things he never means."