Prior to the incident, K'nahli could well have admitted to herself that she had since been uncomfortable bearing so much as a single thought toward her father ever since that day with K'mih. Neither would she have denied that her anger toward him, though unfair to the oblivious nuhn, could have manifested itself in the way that she spoke to him had she ever found herself in a situation where conversation was even required. However, the situation with K'ailia and K'takka had momentarily blinded her from her own petty grievances with her father. Her tone and disrespectful manner of calling out to him in this particular instance was purely misdirected; even K'mih had been on the receiving end of her frustration, though to a less volatile extent. It was for this reason especially, that K'nahli had not anticipated what would happen next, in spite of hearing her father's naturally long-strided pace breaking the sands beneath his weight as he approached briskly from behind.
When she was suddenly grabbed and pulled backward without warning she let out a soft gasp in surprise. Her vibrant eyes grew wide with shock and momentarily stole her mind from the cauldron of angry thoughts that bubbled and boiled insider her head. Before she had time to assess what had happened she was face to face with her father. He held her uncomfortably close, his massive form easily overshadowing her while he gripped her harness in such a way that caused it to constrict itself over her throat and slightly impede her breathing to the point that she let out an almost inaudible wheeze. Normally, K'nahli would respond to such behaviour defensively by immediately resolving to free herself from her captor's grip and aggressively demanding to know what they thought they were doing.
K'yohko would have been no exception to this, especially since the incident involving K'mih.
However, K'yohko was not the man she knew in that moment. It took only a second for her to suddenly fall submissive under her father's disgusted glare. Within the depths of his eyes, she discovered a powerful radiance of anger, an emotion that she had not even once been familiar with coming from her father. It was disturbing, even frightening.
"You disappoint me, K'nahli."
His words, though simple and fueled presumably through momentary agitation, had an unprecedented impact on the young girl. She quickly grew weak under his grip and timidly returned his enraged stare with wavering, glassy eyes that echoed her deepening sense of fear in that moment as she lingered like a corned animal that cowered before a ravenous predator. It was a surreal feeling, one that had been alien to her for such a long time. Not since since K'yhaega's passing had she ever feared so much for her own well-being.
"......"
She couldn't force herself to speak. No words came to mind and even if they did, she doubted she had the will to speak them while she was being subjected to her father's oppressive stare and dominating presence.
With an eventual and careless flick of his wrist he tossed his eldest daughter aside, causing her to stumble backward a couple of steps away from him. Following that, he paid her no further heed and quietly continued toward the tent, alone. She watched him with great anxiety as he abandoned her behind him, her body frozen and clenched fists raised protectively over her chest as though she feared for her own safety. Despite her anger held for the man, despite the heartache it caused her to imagine K'mih hoping to choose him as as potential mate, she knew deep down in her heart that she still needed his love and respect. K'mih had always been her loving sister whom had continued taking care of her - even when everyone else had forgotten - during her weakest moments, but K'yohko.... as much as it pained her to admit it, he was all she could have ever wanted in a father.
Admirably collected to the extent that those in his presence would feel assured that he always had the answers and remained entirely in control even when faced with great danger.
Enviably strong, granting him an aura of power that would leave him appearing nothing short of indestructible at least in the eyes of his daughters.
Passionately understanding, usually knowing when to speak and when to remain silent, and in the case of the former, having a tendency to say the right things.
He was her rock, a strong and powerful warrior whose skill and prowess she could only hope to faintly shadow in years to come. Why was it only now that she was realising these things? Had she been taking him for granted? Taking his love and patience too lightly?
And yet, now she was nothing but a disappointment to him. Though how could she blame him? Her behaviour over the years had called for nothing short of that response and more. Her eyes dipped down to the ground in total defeat.
The time had finally come, the time when even her father had appeared to be losing interest in tolerating her. How long would it be until K'mih felt the same way? A thin film of water slowly coated over her eyes, blurring her vision as her shoulders slumped low in defeat. What had she to offer anyone? The past five years she had done nothing but feed off of the kindness of those who remained true to her. And to what end? Until she had dried up their patience entirely and made them unhappy simultaneously?
The sand crunched beneath the fragile, young girl as she dug her rear foot heavily into the ground with a short step backward, followed soon after by another, until finally, she was turning and running away.
Where or why she didn't know herself. She just kept running.
When she was suddenly grabbed and pulled backward without warning she let out a soft gasp in surprise. Her vibrant eyes grew wide with shock and momentarily stole her mind from the cauldron of angry thoughts that bubbled and boiled insider her head. Before she had time to assess what had happened she was face to face with her father. He held her uncomfortably close, his massive form easily overshadowing her while he gripped her harness in such a way that caused it to constrict itself over her throat and slightly impede her breathing to the point that she let out an almost inaudible wheeze. Normally, K'nahli would respond to such behaviour defensively by immediately resolving to free herself from her captor's grip and aggressively demanding to know what they thought they were doing.
K'yohko would have been no exception to this, especially since the incident involving K'mih.
However, K'yohko was not the man she knew in that moment. It took only a second for her to suddenly fall submissive under her father's disgusted glare. Within the depths of his eyes, she discovered a powerful radiance of anger, an emotion that she had not even once been familiar with coming from her father. It was disturbing, even frightening.
"You disappoint me, K'nahli."
His words, though simple and fueled presumably through momentary agitation, had an unprecedented impact on the young girl. She quickly grew weak under his grip and timidly returned his enraged stare with wavering, glassy eyes that echoed her deepening sense of fear in that moment as she lingered like a corned animal that cowered before a ravenous predator. It was a surreal feeling, one that had been alien to her for such a long time. Not since since K'yhaega's passing had she ever feared so much for her own well-being.
"......"
She couldn't force herself to speak. No words came to mind and even if they did, she doubted she had the will to speak them while she was being subjected to her father's oppressive stare and dominating presence.
With an eventual and careless flick of his wrist he tossed his eldest daughter aside, causing her to stumble backward a couple of steps away from him. Following that, he paid her no further heed and quietly continued toward the tent, alone. She watched him with great anxiety as he abandoned her behind him, her body frozen and clenched fists raised protectively over her chest as though she feared for her own safety. Despite her anger held for the man, despite the heartache it caused her to imagine K'mih hoping to choose him as as potential mate, she knew deep down in her heart that she still needed his love and respect. K'mih had always been her loving sister whom had continued taking care of her - even when everyone else had forgotten - during her weakest moments, but K'yohko.... as much as it pained her to admit it, he was all she could have ever wanted in a father.
Admirably collected to the extent that those in his presence would feel assured that he always had the answers and remained entirely in control even when faced with great danger.
Enviably strong, granting him an aura of power that would leave him appearing nothing short of indestructible at least in the eyes of his daughters.
Passionately understanding, usually knowing when to speak and when to remain silent, and in the case of the former, having a tendency to say the right things.
He was her rock, a strong and powerful warrior whose skill and prowess she could only hope to faintly shadow in years to come. Why was it only now that she was realising these things? Had she been taking him for granted? Taking his love and patience too lightly?
And yet, now she was nothing but a disappointment to him. Though how could she blame him? Her behaviour over the years had called for nothing short of that response and more. Her eyes dipped down to the ground in total defeat.
The time had finally come, the time when even her father had appeared to be losing interest in tolerating her. How long would it be until K'mih felt the same way? A thin film of water slowly coated over her eyes, blurring her vision as her shoulders slumped low in defeat. What had she to offer anyone? The past five years she had done nothing but feed off of the kindness of those who remained true to her. And to what end? Until she had dried up their patience entirely and made them unhappy simultaneously?
The sand crunched beneath the fragile, young girl as she dug her rear foot heavily into the ground with a short step backward, followed soon after by another, until finally, she was turning and running away.
Where or why she didn't know herself. She just kept running.
Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)