When K’rahto realized, the sound of K’nahli’s venomous voice had started making his blood boil more than what was safe. He’d let her talk too much, say too much. It was clear that the huntress wanted to punch him hard in the face, her words an attempt to make him wake up from whatever hole she believed he was trapped in, as if it were that simple. The reaction was unavoidable; K’rahto tightened his fist, bared his teeth slightly, and narrowed his sharp eyes with the danger of a predator. He’d been right; K’nahli wasn’t something he needed. She was, in fact, quite the opposite; so much he felt he really could murder her right then, right there.
Troubled by his own thoughts, the Tia stood up abruptly and tossed away the stick with the small leftovers of his meat. He then forced himself to turn away from the female that had caused him so much trouble, silently cursing day he dared to lay his gaze on those damn eyes for the first time. His voice was low, contained when he spoke.
“I will never want to be your Nunh again.â€
This said, he stepped into the rain, willing to leave on his own. No; he would leave on his own, no matter what.
Troubled by his own thoughts, the Tia stood up abruptly and tossed away the stick with the small leftovers of his meat. He then forced himself to turn away from the female that had caused him so much trouble, silently cursing day he dared to lay his gaze on those damn eyes for the first time. His voice was low, contained when he spoke.
“I will never want to be your Nunh again.â€
This said, he stepped into the rain, willing to leave on his own. No; he would leave on his own, no matter what.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
