Rejected again. Tonight was going to full of rejections, wasn't it? K'yohko flicked his ears towards K'takka and bowed a bit at his waist. He turned from their tent shifted away, his eyes flickering around the tent. It had been five almost six very long years since anyone had requested his use. It was almost bit overwhelming to try and think about it again. K'yohko flicked his tail behind him. Had he grown so cold and distant in the last six years that the thought of that kind of togetherness wasn't appealing? Again, K'yohko's ears flattened somewhat. It was quite a troublesome request K'takka had burdened him with.
Looking for a distraction, K'yohko noted a single flaming haired male staggering to his knees outside of the healer's tent. K'yohko looked up a bit, quirking his head before moving towards K'ile. The troublesome Tia stood and started wandering off again. It would be even more troublesome if he walked off on his own again. Yohko sighed a bit beneath his breath and stepped forward, grabbing at K'ile's arm to stop him.
"You're going to wander outside of camp alone again if you keep that up." The nunh said flatly, his stormy eyes a quiet glassy violet tonight. He noted K'ile's pained features, and wondered why it was that K'zhumi let him out of the tent to begin with. K'yohko would have guided him back to his own tent, but seeing as how he'd been unconscious and under care he didn't have one yet. But K'yohko already had his set up. He supposed he could offer up his space to K'ile instead.
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K'iara waved a cheerful goodbye to another red haired huntress, her eyes honing in on a particularly pink and purple. The eldest huntress smirked a bit and stepped forward between the sisters, not oblivious to their tension but ignoring it outright. She moved to clap a hand on either one's shoulder, and looking knowingly at both of them with a toothy grin.
"First hunt tonight ladies. We wouldn't want bad omens to disgrace our first hunt, would we? K'nahli? K'mih?" K'iara looked to each as she addressed them before slipping her hands back to her hip and resting her palm of a single hand on the handle of her axes. "Let's gather our family tonight quickly. We shouldn't keep the elders waiting." K'iara shifted away from the girls with a little raspy chuckle, her tail flicking behind her, eager to begin the hunt.
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K'luha sat in eerie still silence. Her tent was only put together because of K'tahja's efforts. If the others had not helped, she would not have had the strength to put it back together. A thin piece of fabric rested across the sand in front of K'luha. A bandana, given so long ago. The color of the fabric and the smell of the old ragged piece of cloth pained K'luha until she felt her chest throb. She pressed a hand to her breast, closing her eyes and finally pushing the fabric away with another hand. She couldn't look at it any longer. How could she face her sisters tonight? She had always been a part of ceremonial hunts. How could she look at her sisters and tell them she was maimed. How could she tell them all that her daughter had maimed her and then died? What sort of mother was she to have raised a daughter who could do that? K'luha bowed her head down to her knees and pressed her hands to the back of her head, ears flattened down and tail limp.
Looking for a distraction, K'yohko noted a single flaming haired male staggering to his knees outside of the healer's tent. K'yohko looked up a bit, quirking his head before moving towards K'ile. The troublesome Tia stood and started wandering off again. It would be even more troublesome if he walked off on his own again. Yohko sighed a bit beneath his breath and stepped forward, grabbing at K'ile's arm to stop him.
"You're going to wander outside of camp alone again if you keep that up." The nunh said flatly, his stormy eyes a quiet glassy violet tonight. He noted K'ile's pained features, and wondered why it was that K'zhumi let him out of the tent to begin with. K'yohko would have guided him back to his own tent, but seeing as how he'd been unconscious and under care he didn't have one yet. But K'yohko already had his set up. He supposed he could offer up his space to K'ile instead.
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K'iara waved a cheerful goodbye to another red haired huntress, her eyes honing in on a particularly pink and purple. The eldest huntress smirked a bit and stepped forward between the sisters, not oblivious to their tension but ignoring it outright. She moved to clap a hand on either one's shoulder, and looking knowingly at both of them with a toothy grin.
"First hunt tonight ladies. We wouldn't want bad omens to disgrace our first hunt, would we? K'nahli? K'mih?" K'iara looked to each as she addressed them before slipping her hands back to her hip and resting her palm of a single hand on the handle of her axes. "Let's gather our family tonight quickly. We shouldn't keep the elders waiting." K'iara shifted away from the girls with a little raspy chuckle, her tail flicking behind her, eager to begin the hunt.
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K'luha sat in eerie still silence. Her tent was only put together because of K'tahja's efforts. If the others had not helped, she would not have had the strength to put it back together. A thin piece of fabric rested across the sand in front of K'luha. A bandana, given so long ago. The color of the fabric and the smell of the old ragged piece of cloth pained K'luha until she felt her chest throb. She pressed a hand to her breast, closing her eyes and finally pushing the fabric away with another hand. She couldn't look at it any longer. How could she face her sisters tonight? She had always been a part of ceremonial hunts. How could she look at her sisters and tell them she was maimed. How could she tell them all that her daughter had maimed her and then died? What sort of mother was she to have raised a daughter who could do that? K'luha bowed her head down to her knees and pressed her hands to the back of her head, ears flattened down and tail limp.
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