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From:
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Date: 02/12/2007 23:52:08 |
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There was a lake nearby, Mowgli could smell it. Smell the fresh water, and as he got closer, hear the gentle movement of its undulations slowly growing quieter, as though something had recently disturbed its surface. He was at the shore in moments, crouching to taste with one hand to make sure the water was as clean as it looked. Mowgli was still wary as he drank; these woods were strange, almost alive, and not in the way he was used to. Yes, he could feel the life in the jungle by way of the animals who lived there, watching what came and went. But here it felt like the very trees themselves watched, or creatures he could not see or sense. It should have made him uncomfortable, but instead just made him curious.
He crouched by the lake's edge and drank his fill. When he was finally finished, he stripped off his well-worn loin cloth and waded into the water to wash both himself and his clothes. The water was cold, but Mowgli didn't much seem to mind that much. Though he was planning to cut his bath short due to the temperature.
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From:
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Date: 02/13/2007 07:22:24 |
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Had Swan been anyone else, anyone unnaccustomed to the woods, or being so quiet, had Mowgli not been shaking water off himself much like a dog or wolf, he might have heard the other man moving quietly towards the lake. So it was without noticing he stepped out of the cold water, shook off excess water, and hung his wet loincloth over a tree branch to dry.
Despite the fact that it was winter, the woods themselves didn't seem very cold. Oh the water was, certainly, but it was as if the cold winters, the snow and the ice, weren't allowed in this living wood. That suited him fine. Getting the sense that someone was watching him - it had been frequent in these woods, Mowgli paused in dressing himself in another well-tied strip of cloth to search for hidden eyes.
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From:
man_cub
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Date: 02/13/2007 13:40:17 |
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Ah, there was someone there. A man. Mowgli tilted his head as the other man came into view, quietly. Mowgli finished tying his loincloth as he watched the figure in worn-looking clothing come closer, smiling. Smiling, the baring of teeth that meant good things on man, but bad on animals. Mowgli remembered the difference. He liked smiles. So he gave one back, even as he assessed the man before him.
He was fair, much paler than Mowgli himself, than the men in the man-village Mowgli had been sent to, with the exception of one or two who taught something called religion to the men. But wherever he was now, there were more people who looked like the stranger and less like Mowgli. Mowgli didn't mind. No one behaved or thought like him either.
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From:
man_cub
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Date: 02/13/2007 14:05:30 |
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Mowgli's eyes narrowed a bit in confusion and then widened in rememberance. Ah, a hand shake. How men said hello to each other took the outstretched hand, and shook it slowly, as if not entirely familiar with how it was supposed to work. It then occurred to him, that unlike every other man Mowgli had ever met, this one had yet to start talking to him. Usually by now there were more words than he could follow and a sense of frustration as he tried to reciprocate.
But it wasn't as though he were not understanding this man. His body language was clear. Not a threat, honestly curious, and intrigued. Maybe he was waiting for Mowgli to speak first? He thought so, but the expectant way he was being observed. So he tapped his chest lightly and said, "Mowgli," and then gestured to the stranger.
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Swan's brows furrowed slightly in confusion, then cleared and his smile brightened. That was his name, then and he mouthed the named silently, mouth forming the syllables as he thought they might sound if he could speak them. It was an unusual name, but then this was an unusual man. By now most people he met were talking his ear off, asking him all sorts of questions - some getting angry when he couldn't answer them.
Briefly lost in thought, it took Swan a moment to realize Mowgli was still waiting for his name in return. Looking a bit sheepish, Swan touched his throat, then his lips and shook his head. He had no name to offer except...Dark eyes lit up with a flash of inspiration and he ran down to the lakeshore, searching the growing darkness for something. Ah, there. He pointed across the lake to a clutch of reeds. Just barely visible were two large white birds, a pair of mated swans settling down for the night. Swan gestured to them, then pointed to himself, hoping Mowgli would understand.
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From:
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Date: 02/13/2007 14:58:57 |
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Mowgli couldn't help but beam in happiness. It usually took a few tries in every conversation to get each others' points across. Either they spoke too fast, Mowgli didn't understand, or he just couldn't find the right words to express himself. Swan however... Swan's body language was easy to read, and wasn't at all overshadowed by too many words. Like right now Mowgli could tell he wanted to ask more, but wasn't sure how to do it. Well, maybe Mowgli could find the words to tell him.
He gestured to the ground near the tree his loin cloth hung on, clearly asking if Swan wanted to sit there with him. Mowgli dropped back into a crouch, again more like animal than man, and thought before he said slowly, "I was not raised with man-people. I cannot talk like they can. But... body has way to speak. I know that way." The term body language was just out of reach, but Mowgli pressed on. "That is how I know what you said."
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From:
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Date: 02/14/2007 11:48:59 |
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He was smiling again. It was a little one, no teeth, but Mowgli recognized the curve of lips. His own bloomed in return, before conscious thought allowed him to do so. Still looking for a home. And here Mowgli's body language grew a little hesitant, as if unsure he should ask, Maybe I could look near here?.
It was quiet here, for one thing. Not villages very near, no men calling loudly to one another, calling him words he didn't understand, expecting things of him he did not know. And even if the woods had that strange quailty, he still felt more comfortable here than he had anywhere else along his travels.
And then there was Swan. Mowgli thought Swan might be good company. They could talk to each other, without problems, and not once had Swan even pointed out Mowgli's odd behavior, his actions that were always more animal than man.
For the first time since Mowgli left what he'd thought was home, there was someplace he wanted to stay. If only a little while.
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