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Number: #16
Picture:
Name: Ah-da-nv-do, or Ah-da for short.
Species: Gray wolf
Personality: Silent, curious, caring, loving, worrysome. She doesn't like getting into things, for she hates cause and effects.
She often stays away from other woves because they mock her by speaking.
She feels stupid being deaf, and hates is so much.
It's hard for her to grasp the fact that she's a gift, for she has a low self-esteem.
She is very silent, for she feels cursed. She has never thought much about anything until the birds came into her life, and now she feel deeper than ever.
Likes: Abilities, nature, birds, no sound, hope, beauty, doves, friends, succeeding.
Dislikes: Ravens, sound, being deaf, feeling stupid, herself (at a point), being alone in life, being misunderstood.
Background :: She had been laughed at her whole entire life. She had become sick of it. The fact that she was deaf made the wolves do so. So she ran. Ran far away to where the birds reign. There, Ah-do-nv-do learned how to speak. She was proud of herself, and became part of the family. The bird family.
Story ::
Pain and sorrow.
Why must life be made of it all?
Ah-da-nv-do is my name. Ah-do for short. I am deaf and speechless. I have never spoken a word correctly or heard one in my life. I can make squeaks and squeals, but that is all.
They think I am stupid. But I’m not.
I know words, I can think them up everyday; I just don’t know how to form them. My tongue doesn’t know how to act; I must hear things to do things. So here I am, in my father’s mouth starving to death, but I can’t tell him.
Muzzles are moving; the pack must be having a meeting.
I hate meetings.
I never know what they’re saying. I cannot read lips, for I do not how to form words, so I cannot tell what words they are forming. Some look like they are laughing, rolling on their spines and shaking their head up and down, holding their stomachs. I squirm and squeal trying to tell them to stop. I know why they’re laughing.
They’re laughing at me.
A wolf, who is not a puppy anymore, in her father’s mouth.
He thinks I’m stupid, not deaf.
But I can’t tell him.
The other wolves look at me as if I’m crazy. I kick to get put down. My father’s jaws loosen as I kick harder. I am dropped and he stares at me. His lips are curled behind his teeth and his eyes are angry.
“HA-LE’!” His mouth opens wide and spit flies into my face, but I don’t hear a thing. I lick his nose trying to sooth him, but he bites my neck. I curl my tail in between my hind legs and his head rises. I step backwards and tumble a little, and then stand upright. I turn around and run.
Wolves are on their spines again laughing. I look back at my father, standing his ground. He is content now.
“Do-da-da-go-hv-i.” His muzzle moves and I turn my head forward again. Larger adult wolves block my path ahead. I looked upwards at my alpha and his muzzle moves, too.
“A-da-nv-s-di,” he ordered. I wondered what he said, for the wolves in front of me ran out of my way. I pushed my legs harder and tears from my eyes dripped down splattering against the ground.
“Dayee-daddah-guh-hev-theh,” I stuttered with my tongue flopping everywhere in my mouth. I repeated the way my father moved his muzzle and tongue. I smiled, knowing I wasn’t stupid, and kicked my hind feet as if I was waving. I ran faster and faster disappearing into the forest…
~~~
Slowing to a stop, I began to trot. Trees taller than any other surrounded me. I had never been so deep into the forest before. The forest appeared to be dead. Leaves were still, no wind was blowing, and everything was dark. It was ominous.
I decided to lie near what looked like a baby tree. Probably one wolf-paw thick and two adult timber wolves tall, I guessed. It was small and cold. I huddled around it, trying to warm it up, when small ravens started fluttering around.
I hated these black birds. Our tribe drew pictures of them causing horrible luck. They flew all around me ripping seeds off of the baby tree and dropping them on me. I tried to remember how my father had moved his mouth when he was angry with me.
“Hav-vll,” I spoke confused. The birds stopped and landed on the ground. Their beaks began to move all around me as if they were repeating what I said.
“Hav-vll,” I said again. I wondered what in the world I sounded like, and what I was saying, because those pests kept moving their beaks. It bugged me not knowing what they were saying.
“HA-VLL!” I howled. The birds stopped moving their muzzles. I must have said something close enough to the real word. They all rose their wings and flew away.
I cuddled around the baby tree and licked the ground, still hungry. I felt my stomach gurgle and stood back up. I needed those birds to come back to join me for supper. I chuckled and chased a lingering baby raven that was far behind the others.
The baby often stopped in a tree to rest, then moved its beak perhaps to call to its mother and father. But soon enough it would rise and fly off with me lingering behind it.
A long period of time passed by before I started seeing other ravens. They were adult ones resting in a tree or tending to their nests that were apparently far from home. The baby raven moving is beak and flew faster. I thought that it must be excited to be nearing home, if we were nearing their home.
I was right.
The whole entire flock of ravens was there. Large ones, fluffy one, scruffy ones, even albino ones scattered the area.
Their home was completely gorgeous. It was truly just a large circular waterfall with rock ledges and tree surrounding it. Large lily pads floated in the calm waters, strong enough to hold two or three baby ravens.
Trees emerged from stumps in the ground at the waterfall peaks; home to millions of ravens.
The whole area was huge. Big enough for nine gray wolf packs- the largest ones in the world- to fit in comfortably. I smiled happily as the sight of the area. I felt a click in my mind to this area; it was like I was meant to be here.
A bird noticed me. Instead of being black, it was white.
“Ni-da-tse-lv-na-yv-wi,” its beak moved. I cocked my head and slurred my words together.
“Oo-ss-ga-r-ss ah-doo-geese-gug,” I spoke sloppily. The bird’s own head cocked. It flapped its wings but didn’t go anywhere. The dove, I had concluded, didn’t understand a single slurred word I had just said.
“Ni-da-tse-lv-na-yv-wi,” it repeated. The male dove flapped its wings angrily. I didn’t remember that specific motion of the mouth with this emotion swirling around us, so I shrugged, not understanding. The he-dove’s beak opened wide and it strained its neck. The dove was squawking.
“Thtsuh nnuh,” I fumbled with my tongue but managed to croak out. I was pretty sure it meant, ‘no’.
“Tla no?” The bird recognized the sound I made. I nodded happily with and over excited face. The bird smiled. “Tla no a-dv-gi-s-gv.” I cocked my head not remembering any movement of the mouth quite like what the dove’s beak had done. I shook my head.
“Thtsuh nnuh.”
“Tla no? Ni hi u-ha a-dv-gi-s-gv?” The bird questioned me. I didn’t answer this time, not wanting to confuse the animal anymore than I had.
“Na-s-gi ga-do ne-li-sv.”
~~~
The male dove had lent me a place to stay with him in a very large tree, until I had decided on where to go next. Every night, the birds would gather among the family tree, which was taller than any skyscraper in the world where the humans lived. They birds would somehow create a magical fire that blazed so tall; it almost went halfway up the family tree. We would all sing together, even me and my slurred words, and black pictures would dance inside the fire. I would laugh like a little girl and wag my tail.
Here, among the birds, I was treated so kindly. U-tse-li-dv, which I soon found out was the dove’s name, had saw me during the night rolling all over the ground. He called it and Evil Spirit sighting, and had his mother created a circular object for me. There were many strings crossing each other in the center. It kept these sightings away.
The birds called it a dream-catcher. His mother, for extra luck, pulled one of her feathers out and tied it on the dream-catcher.
Eventually, I was called family.
“Na-quu ni-hi i-tsu-la.” U-tse-li-dv stared me in the eyes and I smiled. I read his beak and for once, totally understood.
“I-tsu-la, a-sa-s-dv.” I spoke perfectly. U-tse-li-dv gasped and then soon grinned at me. I cuddled him and we soon laughed.
What an odd friendship.
What an odd way to meet.
What an odd way to learn how to speak.
Accepted and loved in an odd family.
Why is life so beautiful?
~~~ ENGISH VERSION ~~~
Pain and sorrow.
Why must life be made of it all?
Ah-da-nv-do is my name. Ah-do for short. I am deaf and speechless. I have never spoken a word correctly or heard one in my life. I can make squeaks and squeals, but that is all.
They think I am stupid. But I’m not.
I know words, I can think them up everyday; I just don’t know how to form them. My tongue doesn’t know how to act; I must hear things to do things. So here I am, in my father’s mouth starving to death, but I can’t tell him.
Muzzles are moving; the pack must be having a meeting.
I hate meetings.
I never know what they’re saying. I cannot read lips, for I do not how to form words, so I cannot tell what words they are forming. Some look like they are laughing, rolling on their spines and shaking their head up and down, holding their stomachs. I squirm and squeal trying to tell them to stop. I know why they’re laughing.
They’re laughing at me.
A wolf, who is not a puppy anymore, in her father’s mouth.
He thinks I’m stupid, not deaf.
But I can’t tell him.
The other wolves look at me as if I’m crazy. I kick to get put down. My father’s jaws loosen as I kick harder. I am dropped and he stares at me. His lips are curled behind his teeth and his eyes are angry.
“STOP!” His mouth opens wide and spit flies into my face, but I don’t hear a thing. I lick his nose trying to sooth him, but he bites my neck. I curl my tail in between my hind legs and his head rises. I step backwards and tumble a little, and then stand upright. I turn around and run.
Wolves are on their spines again laughing. I look back at my father, standing his ground. He is content now.
“Good-bye.” His muzzle moves and I turn my head forward again. Larger adult wolves block my path ahead. I looked upwards at my alpha and his muzzle moves, too.
“Move,” he ordered. I wondered what he said, for the wolves in front of me ran out of my way. I pushed my legs harder and tears from my eyes dripped down splattering against the ground.
“Guhd-baahh,” I stuttered with my tongue flopping everywhere in my mouth. I repeated the way my father moved his muzzle and tongue. I smiled, knowing I wasn’t stupid, and kicked my hind feet as if I was waving. I ran faster and faster disappearing into the forest…
~~~
Slowing to a stop, I began to trot. Trees taller than any other surrounded me. I had never been so deep into the forest before. The forest appeared to be dead. Leaves were still, no wind was blowing, and everything was dark. It was ominous.
I decided to lie near what looked like a baby tree. Probably one wolf-paw thick and two adult timber wolves tall, I guessed. It was small and cold. I huddled around it, trying to warm it up, when small ravens started fluttering around.
I hated these black birds. Our tribe drew pictures of them causing horrible luck. They flew all around me ripping seeds off of the baby tree and dropping them on me. I tried to remember how my father had moved his mouth when he was angry with me.
“Stouhp,” I spoke confused. The birds stopped and landed on the ground. Their beaks began to move all around me as if they were repeating what I said.
“Stouhp,” I said again. I wondered what in the world I sounded like, and what I was saying, because those pests kept moving their beaks. It bugged me not knowing what they were saying.
“STOUHP!” I howled. The birds stopped moving their muzzles. I must have said something close enough to the real word. They all rose their wings and flew away.
I cuddled around the baby tree and licked the ground, still hungry. I felt my stomach gurgle and stood back up. I needed those birds to come back to join me for supper. I chuckled and chased a lingering baby raven that was far behind the others.
The baby often stopped in a tree to rest, then moved its beak perhaps to call to its mother and father. But soon enough it would rise and fly off with me lingering behind it.
A long period of time passed by before I started seeing other ravens. They were adult ones resting in a tree or tending to their nests that were apparently far from home. The baby raven moving is beak and flew faster. I thought that it must be excited to be nearing home, if we were nearing their home.
I was right.
The whole entire flock of ravens was there. Large ones, fluffy one, scruffy ones, even albino ones scattered the area.
Their home was completely gorgeous. It was truly just a large circular waterfall with rock ledges and tree surrounding it. Large lily pads floated in the calm waters, strong enough to hold two or three baby ravens.
Trees emerged from stumps in the ground at the waterfall peaks; home to millions of ravens.
The whole area was huge. Big enough for nine gray wolf packs- the largest ones in the world- to fit in comfortably. I smiled happily as the sight of the area. I felt a click in my mind to this area; it was like I was meant to be here.
A bird noticed me. Instead of being black, it was white.
“Ugly person,” its beak moved. I cocked my head and slurred my words together.
“Buhad hehering,” I spoke sloppily. The bird’s own head cocked. It flapped its wings but didn’t go anywhere. The dove, I had concluded, didn’t understand a single slurred word I had just said.
“Ugly person,” it repeated. The male dove flapped its wings angrily. I didn’t remember that specific motion of the mouth with this emotion swirling around us, so I shrugged, not understanding. The he-dove’s beak opened wide and it strained its neck. The dove was squawking.
“Nuhoo,” I fumbled with my tongue but managed to croak out. I was pretty sure it meant, ‘no’.
“No?” The bird recognized the sound I made. I nodded happily with and over excited face. The bird smiled. “No hearing.” I cocked my head not remembering any movement of the mouth quite like what the dove’s beak had done. I shook my head.
“Nuhoo.”
“No? You have hearing?” The bird questioned me. I didn’t answer this time, not wanting to confuse the animal anymore than I had.
“That’s what I thought.” “Na-s-gi ga-do ne-li-sv.”
~~~
The male dove had lent me a place to stay with him in a very large tree, until I had decided on where to go next. Every night, the birds would gather among the family tree, which was taller than any skyscraper in the world where the humans lived. They birds would somehow create a magical fire that blazed so tall; it almost went halfway up the family tree. We would all sing together, even me and my slurred words, and black pictures would dance inside the fire. I would laugh like a little girl and wag my tail.
Here, among the birds, I was treated so kindly. U-tse-li-dv, which I soon found out was the dove’s name, had saw me during the night rolling all over the ground. He called it and Evil Spirit sighting, and had his mother created a circular object for me. There were many strings crossing each other in the center. It kept these sightings away.
The birds called it a dream-catcher. His mother, for extra luck, pulled one of her feathers out and tied it on the dream-catcher.
Eventually, I was called family.
“You are together now. In a family.” U-tse-li-dv stared me in the eyes and I smiled. I read his beak and for once, totally understood.
“Together, reward.” I spoke perfectly. U-tse-li-dv gasped and then soon grinned at me. I cuddled him and we soon laughed.
What an odd friendship.
What an odd way to meet.
What an odd way to learn how to speak.
Accepted and loved in an odd family.
Why is life so beautiful?
Hope it's okay. 8D
Poem :: ::In process::
A picture you drew:
I finally got a tablet so I will most likely be putting up a drawing that I did with my tablt. (Above, done with mouse)
In case I don't finish my form, please judge what I already have.
The winner of Ah-da-nv-do can have the pieces of art that I made incase I don't win. <3
Huh, I was gonna have them speak in Cherokee Indian, too, Ika. <3
Number: #16
Picture:
Name: Ah-da-nv-do, or Ah-da for short.
Species: Gray wolf
Personality: Silent, curious, caring, loving, worrysome. She doesn't like getting into things, for she hates cause and effects.
She often stays away from other woves because they mock her by speaking.
She feels stupid being deaf, and hates is so much.
It's hard for her to grasp the fact that she's a gift, for she has a low self-esteem.
She is very silent, for she feels cursed. She has never thought much about anything until the birds came into her life, and now she feel deeper than ever.
Likes: Abilities, nature, birds, no sound, hope, beauty, doves, friends, succeeding.
Dislikes: Ravens, sound, being deaf, feeling stupid, herself (at a point), being alone in life, being misunderstood.
Background :: She had been laughed at her whole entire life. She had become sick of it. The fact that she was deaf made the wolves do so. So she ran. Ran far away to where the birds reign. There, Ah-do-nv-do learned how to speak. She was proud of herself, and became part of the family. The bird family.
Story ::
Pain and sorrow.
Why must life be made of it all?
Ah-da-nv-do is my name. Ah-do for short. I am deaf and speechless. I have never spoken a word correctly or heard one in my life. I can make squeaks and squeals, but that is all.
They think I am stupid. But I’m not.
I know words, I can think them up everyday; I just don’t know how to form them. My tongue doesn’t know how to act; I must hear things to do things. So here I am, in my father’s mouth starving to death, but I can’t tell him.
Muzzles are moving; the pack must be having a meeting.
I hate meetings.
I never know what they’re saying. I cannot read lips, for I do not how to form words, so I cannot tell what words they are forming. Some look like they are laughing, rolling on their spines and shaking their head up and down, holding their stomachs. I squirm and squeal trying to tell them to stop. I know why they’re laughing.
They’re laughing at me.
A wolf, who is not a puppy anymore, in her father’s mouth.
He thinks I’m stupid, not deaf.
But I can’t tell him.
The other wolves look at me as if I’m crazy. I kick to get put down. My father’s jaws loosen as I kick harder. I am dropped and he stares at me. His lips are curled behind his teeth and his eyes are angry.
“HA-LE’!” His mouth opens wide and spit flies into my face, but I don’t hear a thing. I lick his nose trying to sooth him, but he bites my neck. I curl my tail in between my hind legs and his head rises. I step backwards and tumble a little, and then stand upright. I turn around and run.
Wolves are on their spines again laughing. I look back at my father, standing his ground. He is content now.
“Do-da-da-go-hv-i.” His muzzle moves and I turn my head forward again. Larger adult wolves block my path ahead. I looked upwards at my alpha and his muzzle moves, too.
“A-da-nv-s-di,” he ordered. I wondered what he said, for the wolves in front of me ran out of my way. I pushed my legs harder and tears from my eyes dripped down splattering against the ground.
“Dayee-daddah-guh-hev-theh,” I stuttered with my tongue flopping everywhere in my mouth. I repeated the way my father moved his muzzle and tongue. I smiled, knowing I wasn’t stupid, and kicked my hind feet as if I was waving. I ran faster and faster disappearing into the forest…
~~~
Slowing to a stop, I began to trot. Trees taller than any other surrounded me. I had never been so deep into the forest before. The forest appeared to be dead. Leaves were still, no wind was blowing, and everything was dark. It was ominous.
I decided to lie near what looked like a baby tree. Probably one wolf-paw thick and two adult timber wolves tall, I guessed. It was small and cold. I huddled around it, trying to warm it up, when small ravens started fluttering around.
I hated these black birds. Our tribe drew pictures of them causing horrible luck. They flew all around me ripping seeds off of the baby tree and dropping them on me. I tried to remember how my father had moved his mouth when he was angry with me.
“Hav-vll,” I spoke confused. The birds stopped and landed on the ground. Their beaks began to move all around me as if they were repeating what I said.
“Hav-vll,” I said again. I wondered what in the world I sounded like, and what I was saying, because those pests kept moving their beaks. It bugged me not knowing what they were saying.
“HA-VLL!” I howled. The birds stopped moving their muzzles. I must have said something close enough to the real word. They all rose their wings and flew away.
I cuddled around the baby tree and licked the ground, still hungry. I felt my stomach gurgle and stood back up. I needed those birds to come back to join me for supper. I chuckled and chased a lingering baby raven that was far behind the others.
The baby often stopped in a tree to rest, then moved its beak perhaps to call to its mother and father. But soon enough it would rise and fly off with me lingering behind it.
A long period of time passed by before I started seeing other ravens. They were adult ones resting in a tree or tending to their nests that were apparently far from home. The baby raven moving is beak and flew faster. I thought that it must be excited to be nearing home, if we were nearing their home.
I was right.
The whole entire flock of ravens was there. Large ones, fluffy one, scruffy ones, even albino ones scattered the area.
Their home was completely gorgeous. It was truly just a large circular waterfall with rock ledges and tree surrounding it. Large lily pads floated in the calm waters, strong enough to hold two or three baby ravens.
Trees emerged from stumps in the ground at the waterfall peaks; home to millions of ravens.
The whole area was huge. Big enough for nine gray wolf packs- the largest ones in the world- to fit in comfortably. I smiled happily as the sight of the area. I felt a click in my mind to this area; it was like I was meant to be here.
A bird noticed me. Instead of being black, it was white.
“Ni-da-tse-lv-na-yv-wi,” its beak moved. I cocked my head and slurred my words together.
“Oo-ss-ga-r-ss ah-doo-geese-gug,” I spoke sloppily. The bird’s own head cocked. It flapped its wings but didn’t go anywhere. The dove, I had concluded, didn’t understand a single slurred word I had just said.
“Ni-da-tse-lv-na-yv-wi,” it repeated. The male dove flapped its wings angrily. I didn’t remember that specific motion of the mouth with this emotion swirling around us, so I shrugged, not understanding. The he-dove’s beak opened wide and it strained its neck. The dove was squawking.
“Thtsuh nnuh,” I fumbled with my tongue but managed to croak out. I was pretty sure it meant, ‘no’.
“Tla no?” The bird recognized the sound I made. I nodded happily with and over excited face. The bird smiled. “Tla no a-dv-gi-s-gv.” I cocked my head not remembering any movement of the mouth quite like what the dove’s beak had done. I shook my head.
“Thtsuh nnuh.”
“Tla no? Ni hi u-ha a-dv-gi-s-gv?” The bird questioned me. I didn’t answer this time, not wanting to confuse the animal anymore than I had.
“Na-s-gi ga-do ne-li-sv.”
~~~
The male dove had lent me a place to stay with him in a very large tree, until I had decided on where to go next. Every night, the birds would gather among the family tree, which was taller than any skyscraper in the world where the humans lived. They birds would somehow create a magical fire that blazed so tall; it almost went halfway up the family tree. We would all sing together, even me and my slurred words, and black pictures would dance inside the fire. I would laugh like a little girl and wag my tail.
Here, among the birds, I was treated so kindly. U-tse-li-dv, which I soon found out was the dove’s name, had saw me during the night rolling all over the ground. He called it and Evil Spirit sighting, and had his mother created a circular object for me. There were many strings crossing each other in the center. It kept these sightings away.
The birds called it a dream-catcher. His mother, for extra luck, pulled one of her feathers out and tied it on the dream-catcher.
Eventually, I was called family.
“Na-quu ni-hi i-tsu-la.” U-tse-li-dv stared me in the eyes and I smiled. I read his beak and for once, totally understood.
“I-tsu-la, a-sa-s-dv.” I spoke perfectly. U-tse-li-dv gasped and then soon grinned at me. I cuddled him and we soon laughed.
What an odd friendship.
What an odd way to meet.
What an odd way to learn how to speak.
Accepted and loved in an odd family.
Why is life so beautiful?
~~~ ENGISH VERSION ~~~
Pain and sorrow.
Why must life be made of it all?
Ah-da-nv-do is my name. Ah-do for short. I am deaf and speechless. I have never spoken a word correctly or heard one in my life. I can make squeaks and squeals, but that is all.
They think I am stupid. But I’m not.
I know words, I can think them up everyday; I just don’t know how to form them. My tongue doesn’t know how to act; I must hear things to do things. So here I am, in my father’s mouth starving to death, but I can’t tell him.
Muzzles are moving; the pack must be having a meeting.
I hate meetings.
I never know what they’re saying. I cannot read lips, for I do not how to form words, so I cannot tell what words they are forming. Some look like they are laughing, rolling on their spines and shaking their head up and down, holding their stomachs. I squirm and squeal trying to tell them to stop. I know why they’re laughing.
They’re laughing at me.
A wolf, who is not a puppy anymore, in her father’s mouth.
He thinks I’m stupid, not deaf.
But I can’t tell him.
The other wolves look at me as if I’m crazy. I kick to get put down. My father’s jaws loosen as I kick harder. I am dropped and he stares at me. His lips are curled behind his teeth and his eyes are angry.
“STOP!” His mouth opens wide and spit flies into my face, but I don’t hear a thing. I lick his nose trying to sooth him, but he bites my neck. I curl my tail in between my hind legs and his head rises. I step backwards and tumble a little, and then stand upright. I turn around and run.
Wolves are on their spines again laughing. I look back at my father, standing his ground. He is content now.
“Good-bye.” His muzzle moves and I turn my head forward again. Larger adult wolves block my path ahead. I looked upwards at my alpha and his muzzle moves, too.
“Move,” he ordered. I wondered what he said, for the wolves in front of me ran out of my way. I pushed my legs harder and tears from my eyes dripped down splattering against the ground.
“Guhd-baahh,” I stuttered with my tongue flopping everywhere in my mouth. I repeated the way my father moved his muzzle and tongue. I smiled, knowing I wasn’t stupid, and kicked my hind feet as if I was waving. I ran faster and faster disappearing into the forest…
~~~
Slowing to a stop, I began to trot. Trees taller than any other surrounded me. I had never been so deep into the forest before. The forest appeared to be dead. Leaves were still, no wind was blowing, and everything was dark. It was ominous.
I decided to lie near what looked like a baby tree. Probably one wolf-paw thick and two adult timber wolves tall, I guessed. It was small and cold. I huddled around it, trying to warm it up, when small ravens started fluttering around.
I hated these black birds. Our tribe drew pictures of them causing horrible luck. They flew all around me ripping seeds off of the baby tree and dropping them on me. I tried to remember how my father had moved his mouth when he was angry with me.
“Stouhp,” I spoke confused. The birds stopped and landed on the ground. Their beaks began to move all around me as if they were repeating what I said.
“Stouhp,” I said again. I wondered what in the world I sounded like, and what I was saying, because those pests kept moving their beaks. It bugged me not knowing what they were saying.
“STOUHP!” I howled. The birds stopped moving their muzzles. I must have said something close enough to the real word. They all rose their wings and flew away.
I cuddled around the baby tree and licked the ground, still hungry. I felt my stomach gurgle and stood back up. I needed those birds to come back to join me for supper. I chuckled and chased a lingering baby raven that was far behind the others.
The baby often stopped in a tree to rest, then moved its beak perhaps to call to its mother and father. But soon enough it would rise and fly off with me lingering behind it.
A long period of time passed by before I started seeing other ravens. They were adult ones resting in a tree or tending to their nests that were apparently far from home. The baby raven moving is beak and flew faster. I thought that it must be excited to be nearing home, if we were nearing their home.
I was right.
The whole entire flock of ravens was there. Large ones, fluffy one, scruffy ones, even albino ones scattered the area.
Their home was completely gorgeous. It was truly just a large circular waterfall with rock ledges and tree surrounding it. Large lily pads floated in the calm waters, strong enough to hold two or three baby ravens.
Trees emerged from stumps in the ground at the waterfall peaks; home to millions of ravens.
The whole area was huge. Big enough for nine gray wolf packs- the largest ones in the world- to fit in comfortably. I smiled happily as the sight of the area. I felt a click in my mind to this area; it was like I was meant to be here.
A bird noticed me. Instead of being black, it was white.
“Ugly person,” its beak moved. I cocked my head and slurred my words together.
“Buhad hehering,” I spoke sloppily. The bird’s own head cocked. It flapped its wings but didn’t go anywhere. The dove, I had concluded, didn’t understand a single slurred word I had just said.
“Ugly person,” it repeated. The male dove flapped its wings angrily. I didn’t remember that specific motion of the mouth with this emotion swirling around us, so I shrugged, not understanding. The he-dove’s beak opened wide and it strained its neck. The dove was squawking.
“Nuhoo,” I fumbled with my tongue but managed to croak out. I was pretty sure it meant, ‘no’.
“No?” The bird recognized the sound I made. I nodded happily with and over excited face. The bird smiled. “No hearing.” I cocked my head not remembering any movement of the mouth quite like what the dove’s beak had done. I shook my head.
“Nuhoo.”
“No? You have hearing?” The bird questioned me. I didn’t answer this time, not wanting to confuse the animal anymore than I had.
“That’s what I thought.” “Na-s-gi ga-do ne-li-sv.”
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The male dove had lent me a place to stay with him in a very large tree, until I had decided on where to go next. Every night, the birds would gather among the family tree, which was taller than any skyscraper in the world where the humans lived. They birds would somehow create a magical fire that blazed so tall; it almost went halfway up the family tree. We would all sing together, even me and my slurred words, and black pictures would dance inside the fire. I would laugh like a little girl and wag my tail.
Here, among the birds, I was treated so kindly. U-tse-li-dv, which I soon found out was the dove’s name, had saw me during the night rolling all over the ground. He called it and Evil Spirit sighting, and had his mother created a circular object for me. There were many strings crossing each other in the center. It kept these sightings away.
The birds called it a dream-catcher. His mother, for extra luck, pulled one of her feathers out and tied it on the dream-catcher.
Eventually, I was called family.
“You are together now. In a family.” U-tse-li-dv stared me in the eyes and I smiled. I read his beak and for once, totally understood.
“Together, reward.” I spoke perfectly. U-tse-li-dv gasped and then soon grinned at me. I cuddled him and we soon laughed.
What an odd friendship.
What an odd way to meet.
What an odd way to learn how to speak.
Accepted and loved in an odd family.
Why is life so beautiful?
Hope it's okay. 8D
Poem :: ::In process::
A picture you drew:
I finally got a tablet so I will most likely be putting up a drawing that I did with my tablt. (Above, done with mouse)
In case I don't finish my form, please judge what I already have.
The winner of Ah-da-nv-do can have the pieces of art that I made incase I don't win. <3
Huh, I was gonna have them speak in Cherokee Indian, too, Ika. <3
