Nahałtin

“She would search for him. In the land that lay east of the sun and west of the moon. But there was no way there.” ― Edith Pattou, East [ Indie Desert Wolf Teen Wolf RP blog. ]

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bxrnyours:

      He remained silent until she fell silent, brows furrowed. The moment she’d used the word druid, something had stirred inside. The only druid he knew in Beacon Hills was Deaton, and these days he seemed more into taking care of cats and dogs, not wolves and coyotes.       But if it was Deaton this woman wanted, then he’d help her. He’d listened to every single detail of her story. It was rather understandable she’d managed to get a little lost. The variety of scents in this town, the preserve alone were enough to knock anyone off track that wasn’t from this town. Even he found himself caught off guard from time to time.       The explanation was urgent, much like her voice was and Derek knew keeping her talking here wasn’t going to help her in the slightest. She’d been honest with him from the start, his hearing stayed tuned to her heartbeat throughout. The very least he could do was help her get where she needed to be.       ” I know who you’re looking for. And I know where he is. I don’t know exactly if he can give you the help you need, but from experience, I know that he’ll try his best. He’s about a twenty minute drive from here. Considering I’ve kept you talking here, I’ll drive you there.”

    Was it really that easy?

    All she had to do was run into a nice wolf and tell the truth and she was going to get what she wanted?

    On her first day in Wherever-This-Is, California?

    Maybe she was on her way to "harmony" and being healed.

    " That's very kind of you."

    She wasn't about to waste time questioning it. Personal dislike of wolves be damned, she had to see that Druid. So she came right up to him to follow him to hi--. . . 

    " Nnh!"

    The next thing she could focus on was the ground beneath her feet. And the searing, searing, searing pain in her head. All she'd done was start to take the wolf's scent int, intentionally commit it to memory. And that dark place where affliction lived, with it's snapping and gaping maw bit right down on her soft tissue and she felt like her head was going to split open. 

    Just from scenting him? Just for trying to remember? Since when does remembering cause so much pain? 

    There was no healing from this. She could never heal the wound she woke up with all those years ago. It just ached, and expanded and one day would kill her. Maybe that day was today. It was some of the worst pain she'd ever felt in her life. 

    " Oh God. . . I don't. . . I don't know what's wrong. . . " 

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dereksinferno:

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                    seeing her settle back, he shifted back himself. there                     was something very important about seeing deaton,                      and she wasn’t going to risk a fight with a wolf for that.                     it made derek wonder exactly what it was that she needed.

                            ❝we can go to my loft an call him.                                 it’s not far from here. come on.❞                      he motioned to her to follow, walking through the                      undergrowth  to his car. he started it up, waiting for her. 

    Ugh. It wasn't bad enough that she had to keep playing nice. It wasn't bad enough that she had to more or less depend on this wolf to get to the Druid. No, she has to get into his car, and go to his damned den that will do nothing but smell like him and whatever other wolves he hangs out with. Swell. Just fucking swell.

    What choice did she have? He was her way to the Druid. And she couldn't forget what happened when he growled at her. She couldn't explain it. Maybe the Druid could. Somebody had to know what it meant. Somebody had to know something. Why, in all the time she's been sick, had no one ever had any effect--except this wolf? 

    He didn't look anymore special than he hadn't looked earlier. His car smelled of him. Other lingering scents of old, but mostly him. She hoped she wouldn't have to deal with those other smells. One wolf was stress enough. 

    " Fine, fine," she tried to keep her irritation to a minimum while buckling her seat-belt. " Are there any other wolves in your loft? I don't want to be eaten before I see the Druid." 

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(via 500px / Picking up the scent - Coyote by Jim Cumming)

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when you want to have hale family feels, but you don't remember said hale family so when one gets close all you do is growl and get all hostile and that sort of seems like a family during the holidays but that's probably not supposed to include throat ripping fantasies the desert wolf struggle is so real. 

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navajo fry bread

[jonathanmelendezcooks]

If you’ve never had Indian Fry Bread before, your mind is about to be blown. Fry Bread Breakfast Tacos are up on the blog today. 

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alphacreeperpeter​

    She isn't exactly much for cursing. But this town, these people, these things, specifically all these wolves is about to have her swearing left and right. 

    This one especially rubs her the wrong way. It's illogical. She's never been here before. And though she dislikes wolves, her feelings extend past casual annoyance. She's headlong into eyes flashing blue and talking around her fangs.

    " Get lost, wolf." 

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evenwithme​

    There's no words. No greeting, no tentative show of submissive behavior to avoid an attack. No, it's the furthest thing from her mind. Everything in her has jumped to pure aggression. Just the sight of this wolf--this wolf she's never seen before, she knows she's never met, she's never been here before--    raises her hackles and puts her on the defense. 

    He's yet to flash his eyes. He's yet to bare his fangs or claws. He's yet to do anything, but she can't help hereself. Something in her recognizes something in him, and that empty space aches. The place where she's missing something, the source of her affliction. 

    Maybe she's finally found the real source of it all. 

    " You. . . You have something to do with this, don't you?"

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allhalebrokeloose

    This. . . This is not what she thought it was. Why did her nose lead her here? The burnt, hollow shell of a house? It smells like more than one wolf has been here--which isn't a great sign for her mood, but it is for her search. A high concentration of werewolves likely means their emissary isn't far away. 

    It's taboo for Navajo to come in contact with the dead. And this place certainly smells it. Hell, she's already afflicted, it's not like this house alone will make it worse. She might as well see if there's something that will point her in the right direction from here. 

    Of course, she isn't about to just waltz in. It stinks of wolves. Tiptoeing is what will get her over the burnt and rotted floorboards without alerting anyone.

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triskelion-king​

    Ugh. Wolves. Wolves everywhere. This place makes her edgy and anxious. It bleeds into violence--like the mess of meat and blood she left behind of her lunch. Small deer, but it filled her stomach. Now this. Trying to avoid the scent of one wolf, there's another in that directions too! 

    " Can't win for trying. . . " He surely won't understand what that means. She won't clarify. If there's any upside to this, multiple packs means multiple druids. " What's your pack, wolf? "

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pxtxrhale​

    Is it possible that she's getting worse? The closer it gets to the winter, the wider the chasm. The worse the pain. How could she hate this wolf so much when she's never seen him before?  It's hard to stand her ground when the artificial feelings of anger and barring that, fear, order her either into combat or retreat. This Beacon Hills, this place is doing something to her. The wolves here aren't like everywhere else. She hates that too. 

    " Do people normally want to put your head through a wall when they meet you?" 

[navajowotd]

Ma'ii

[arizonaxrainwater]

navajowotd:

The Navajo word ma’ii (or mą’ii) is the coyote. In some literature ma’ii is described as the “Navajo trickster god”, which is a misnomer depending on how you look at it.

Coyote is certainly a cunning figure in Navajo tradition. But tricks are only one facet of ma’ii’s character.

The “god” qualifier is less certain, mainly because ma’ii manifested as a physical being, but shared the knowledge of the spiritual beings (Diyin Dine’é - Holy People). If there were direct “gods” in Navajo tradition, they would have to be the purely spiritual figures that came before the First World.

Diné bahane’ (the People’s story) will sometimes say that Ma’ii was first in the form of a human, who found the wandering group of First Man and First Woman in prior worlds. This is where other names for Coyote come from, like First Thought, First Angry, and The All-Mover.

In Diné bahane’, coyote’s cunning way was put to use against the Black God (or Fire God or Black Man) - himself a kind of trickster - when he stole the way to make fire. (In Navajo tradition, Black, or darkness, borders and contains fire and heat. In this way, it was understood that the stars in the sky were made of fire. Black is also the color associated with Náhookǫs, the northern direction.)

Akin to Prometheus, and a host of other figures in the mythologies of other cultures, it’s fair to say there’s much more to Coyote than is popularly held. 

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Ian Bohen giggling adorably at Wolf Moon Con [x]

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bxrnyours:

      “You ought to head east. Get you away faster.”        Another coyote around was weird enough. This made for two running around in the territory of wolves. The other—- Malia, if he remembered correctly—- was the first, but she’d pretty much vanished once again. But another? Something didn’t feel right about this at all. But maybe she was genuinely lost, and needed more than half-assed directions. A frown flashed over the wolf’s features, the original instinct to attack long gone now. “You look like you’re looking for someone…”

    " I am." 

    He didn't appear to be aggressive, or hiding any aggression. She took his bad directions and curious comment to mean that he wasn't hostile. Which was good. She had no time or desire to get in a life-or-death fight with a wolf. Not right now. 

    Maybe he was trying to help in his own socially limited way. She could use that. She could definitely use that. She was desperate to use that at this point. It wasn't something she usually chose as her solution to a problem, but telling the truth--the real reason she'd come here--might be the most beneficial; if he was as soft-hearted as she was beginning to suspect he was. 

    " I came here from the desert. I heard there was an exceptional Druid here. I don't know whose emissary he is. I don't know who he's connected to. But I need his help. I know you can't smell it, but I'm sick. None of the healers where I've come from could even begin to health. All they tell me is that my soul is in 'disharmony' and will stay that way until I do something to make up for it. Get some five-day blessing ritual--I've done all that. I've done all of those things and I'm still. . ." 

    Still having those nightmares. Still feeling herself fall over the edge when her head pounds too much and she can't tell where the coyote ends and she begins. Still hunting down those who have what she doesn't because her hatred is so intense, it's impossible to deny. How dare they flaunt their happiness when she has no peace. 

    Abruptly, she shook her head. Hopefully, he hand't been able to smell or sense any of her emotional distress when she let herself drift off. It was one thing to be desperate, it was another to appear that way.

    " I was hoping to find my way to him as soon as I got here. But, I don't know if you've noticed, but there are a lot of wolves and smells and things here. It's proving more difficult to find my way around than I thought." 

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notgonnaparrish:

     ”Reservation? Interesting.” Jordan had only ever been to the preserve around Beacon Hills and he didn’t know what the preserve she was from could possibly look like, but it sounded good. Peaceful. Jordan loved being out in nature, being able to run over dirty pathways through forests. It was one of the thing he liked about the town he was living in now. "I actually didn’t know, but that’s very interesting, too. Did you live in a city or was it more like a farm? Or a manor in the preserve?” Jordan didn’t know how to imagine these living arrangements, so his mind jumped to things he knew from where he grew up. ”This place seems more active? I can only imagine then how quiet it must have been where you came from.” Jordan smiled, half joking, half telling the truth. To him, the town was active and not quiet at all. With the murder around, people were constantly worried and a bit anxious, too. But to the average citizen, the town itself, couldn’t look thrilling.       The last comment made him frown, though. It was off and he had to ask himself if he hadn’t been paying enough attention to the town, that he could have missed that it looked dog friendly to other outsiders. “You think? I suppose it’s a good town to have pets like that in. Lots of space, the preserve to go for walks in.”

    " I guess you could say it was more like a farm. All the houses are close together. My mother's house, my grandparents house just across the goat pen. If one of us were to be married, we'd have a house built somewhere between there and live on the same farm. That's how my parents did it anyway. My father's from Phoenix, he moved to Ganado to chase after my mother, I guess. That's what they say--I never asked because, gross." 

     It didn't seem like he knew very much about the activity here. He didn't seem like he knew much of anything. He was friendly. He was polite. He was willing to answer her questions. But he seemed just as unaware as most humans are--without actually being human. Could he really not tell what she was in kind? 

    " Most of the activity comes from alcohol being brought in from the boarder towns and the occasional skinwalker." Ordinarily, she wouldn't mention such a thing. But he wasn't human. Either he was playing dumb and would latch on immediately to what she said, or he'd be completely lost. " You know, shapeshifters."