It was odd, how the world could change so quickly in a matter of seconds. As the Tia ran and his heart beat with thirst for blood, an unexpected force pushed him down with sheer violence; it was almost as if Azeyma herself had hit him with thunder. When he managed to understand what the hell was happening, the slight pain on his back was swallowed with a sharp inhalation.
K'nahli was sitting on top of him, breaking the invisible barrier of physical contact in ways only the huntress could: violent and raw, like she'd always been. But she was also closer than she -and anyone- had ever been to him; warmer than she'd ever wanted to be. For a moment, all K'rahto could do was stare up into those burning eyes, his own wide. The meaning in her words barely registered. The hunt hardly mattered. Animals killing animals; that was all they were that night. That was how he felt the next moment.
His eyes narrowed dangerously under a deep frown. His teeth bared right before a violent impulse took control of his senses. Abruptly, Krahto grabbed the female's arms and forced her to roll to the side until it was her underneath him. This time, it was his hands pinning her down to the ground, to the new land they had almost tasted. No words happened at first, but neither did silence; his own breath rang into his ears like a storm he couldn’t control. The Tia stared down to the huntress like a predator did to his prey, a prey he’d been forbidden to bite. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t. So he just tightened his grip on the girls arm with shaking hands, and spoke in half a whisper, half a growl.
“Wouldn't you rather... see me devoured by the beasts…? K’nahli Yohko…â€
At that moment, when restrain and hatred seemed to consume his very soul, different sounds came to his ears. The huntresses had arrived.
K'nahli was sitting on top of him, breaking the invisible barrier of physical contact in ways only the huntress could: violent and raw, like she'd always been. But she was also closer than she -and anyone- had ever been to him; warmer than she'd ever wanted to be. For a moment, all K'rahto could do was stare up into those burning eyes, his own wide. The meaning in her words barely registered. The hunt hardly mattered. Animals killing animals; that was all they were that night. That was how he felt the next moment.
His eyes narrowed dangerously under a deep frown. His teeth bared right before a violent impulse took control of his senses. Abruptly, Krahto grabbed the female's arms and forced her to roll to the side until it was her underneath him. This time, it was his hands pinning her down to the ground, to the new land they had almost tasted. No words happened at first, but neither did silence; his own breath rang into his ears like a storm he couldn’t control. The Tia stared down to the huntress like a predator did to his prey, a prey he’d been forbidden to bite. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t. So he just tightened his grip on the girls arm with shaking hands, and spoke in half a whisper, half a growl.
“Wouldn't you rather... see me devoured by the beasts…? K’nahli Yohko…â€
At that moment, when restrain and hatred seemed to consume his very soul, different sounds came to his ears. The huntresses had arrived.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
