K'luha Haaz: For some reason, K'luha had simply assumed K'ile could even use a bow in the first place. She simply assumed anyone in the tribe, save for K'ailia, was able to at the very least shoot and hit a target. Wrong.Â
K'luha looked to K'ile, shocked for a moment that he was doing it all wrong. He was clusmy and had terrible posture and was totally going to get them killed if she didn't get him something he could actually use.Â
At least he could use it like a torch. Wait, how the hell did he keep simply lighting things on fire!? K'luha dashed forward anyway before pushing her knife into K'ile's hand.Â
"Use that." she snapped sharply, pulling up her bow again and readying an arrow as the pack started closing it. She pressed her back to K'ile to watch their oppositie direction and shot an arrow out, hitting another wolf in the chest. She laced her bow ready once more and turned to shoot another wolf that was starting to charge K'ile.
*
K'ile Tia: Looking at the knife as though she'd given him a peice of lettuce to fight with, K'ile frowned. "If you just shoot them all before they get here we're not going to have any fun!" He slipped the knife in his belt and leaned a bit of his weight against K'luha, just so that she could feel he was still present.
He tested the spin of the bow. It wasn't really balanced like a staff, which meant he wouldn't be able to do anything fancy with it. Still, he was able to turn it at a decent rate, and in the night it drew a very definite red circle in front of him.
K'ile Tia: K'ile turned the fire on a wolf that had been in mere charge and barked, "Come on! I'll cook ya before I skin ya!" and the wolf changed its mind, probably more confused than scared. He wouldn't actually be able to cook or kill anything with the bow, though, now that he though about it. The wolves were kind of big.
"Actually, keep shooting them," he said. "I was wrong. It was a good idea."
*
K'luha Haaz: Fun? They could get mauled by wolves!? And he was thinking of fun!? Was he fourty or freaking fourteen!? K'luha huffed irritably, letting loose another arrow into the torso of a third wolf and then a fourth. She glanced back for a moment when he tried intimidating a wolf. That was... weird. But a bit effective. Not very much so for K'luha. While she was distracted a wolf came up on her and jumped.Â
K'luha yelped, the wolf pouncing on top of her and knocking her off to the side of K'ile. She dropped her arrow but held the bow tightly in her left hand. There were still what, like six or seven left? The wolf on top of her went for her throat, but K'luha shoved her bow in its bow instead and tried to push it back. She could feel its claws in her shoulders.
*
K'ile Tia: Knocked rolling by the wolf that had hit K'luha, K'ile found his feet quickly. He turned first to her, his immediate instinct being to help, but the pounding of paws and the yip of a hungry beast invaded his instincts and turned him around to face the slathering jowls of a beast that was almost on top of him.
Wolves would all pounce at once, just like the tribe did. They were hunters after all.
K'ile swing the bow hard, laying the taste of fire on the wolf's tongue. Its body convulsed at the heat, its head shook, and when K'ile pulled the bow free of its teeth the wolf coughed out splintered wood and sparks. It's painful cries only came after.
The stink of wolves permeated K'ile's senses. He could hear them converging. His immediate thought would've been to throw fire on the ground, but thanks to the earlier downpout he knew nothing would catch.
In his hand he spun the bow, and he turned it on all sides of him as he looked for the animals. Unfortunately, the light from his fire was ruining his night vision. After a few moments of searching in darkness, he called out, "K'luha, let me know where you are!"
*
K'luha Haaz: None of the beasts wanted to get near the fire. As K'ile rolled away to take on a few, the rest turned to the already subdued prey. K'luha's ears flattened in fear as she tried to fight off the wolf on top of her. It snarled and gnashed at her, his teeth continuously getting caught on the metal handle in the middle of her bow. K'luha pushed the bow up further against the wolf's mouth and kicked her feet up to kick it off her.Â
No sooner had one wolf tumbled off but two more jumped forward. One bite down on hear ear and the other at her leg. K'luha screeched loudly and swung her bow blindly at the one nearer to her face. Her legs kicked to try and free her leg from the wolf's bite and she managed to kick the other wolf in the face. But the remaining wolves were beginning to swarm with the sound and smell of injured prey.Â
Still, as the wolves released her she scrambled to her feet, trying desperate to put distance between herself and the pack.
*
K'ile Tia: The sound K'luhai made wasn't one that K'ile had ever wanted to hear from her. Without thought or planning, everything in him turned and rushed towards her cry. The fire moved nturally with him, even as one end of the bow sputtered into streaks and coals. His other hand pulled the knife from his belt.
And that was all the preparation he had when he jumped bodily at the wolves that had beset K'luha. They'd seen him coming, of course, and he probably shouted as well, for one of them ad already jumped away. The other took fire right to the facce, and whipped about in a sudden panic made of teeth and fur.
Still, the best he was doing was scaring it and making it angry. He stabbed at its neck, but didn't have what he needed to kill it clean and easy.
He recoiled from that wolf. The others were still close. Even in the rush of movement and canine sounds, he could hear K'luha retreating. He hoped at least he'd startled the pack into taking a moment to regroup. Still, he gave a flourish of fire from his dying bow as he followed quick behind K'luha.
*
K'luha Haaz: Much like a cat in trouble, K'luha's panic sent her darting across the landscape again. As hungry as she was, death really wasn't all that appetizing for her right now. All she could think of was to get out of reach of those wolves and figure out what to do from there. From the corner of her eye she caught sight of a tree and sharply made a b-line for it.Â
Her nimbe form scaled the tree with relative easy and she came to rest at the top of a heavier branch, clinging to it like she might death otherwise. And it was true, she indeed might have. Wolves couldn't climb after all. They would be stuck waiting below, giving K'luha all the time in the world to think.Â
Suddenly from her panic she remembered she was not alone and quickly scanned the horizon for her companion. "K'ile!" she yelled out, looking around in another panic. Even if she had to jump down, she would find him again.
*
K'ile Tia: He really, really didn't want his bow to stop burning. So of course it did, and all but collapsed from his hand into ash and coals. This left him not only defensless, but senseless as well. All he could smell was smoke, singed fur, and the stink of wolves. The smell of a panicked K'luha was somewhere for sure, but he couldn't track it. And he couldn't see, either, his night vision by now completely claimed by the light he'd been swinging around. The clouds from the earlier storm hadn't cleared, leaving the moon completely blotted out.
So every sense he had was full of nothing but wolves, and an angry dozen of them at least. They didn't rush him immediately, probably afraid he'd pull out more fire, but that would only buy him until he demonstrated some kind of fear.
His first instinct was to run like hell. He obeyed that instinct. The wolves, sensing his fear and already having him surrounded, pounced quickly and caught him as he ran. His screams were more like blood-curdled sqwaks when his throat was peeled from his spine, leaving him to writhe pitifully while he was eaten alive.
Luckily, the above did not occur. About five seconds before that happened, K'ile's fate had actually been changed when he ran face-first into a rickety tree trunk that swayed in the night above him. Sparing a half a second to mutter insults at the "Bitch tree sneaking up on me," he dug the knife into the side and pulled himself up its length.
Not too long after this, everyone in the desert would see the canopy of a lone tree burst into flames seemingly without cause. Oddly enough, the base of it caught fire too, and in between was a laughing Tia throwing burning sticks at the wolves that surrounded him.
*
K'luha Haaz: K'luha clusmily dropped from her perch to grope desperately around for her bow and an arrow. She spun desperately, looking for some sign of K'ile. Something, anything would do! And about three seconds later she yelped and fell over, covering her eyes from a sudden burst of light. In the darkness, it seemed and entire tree went up in flames just south of her.Â
It was all she could do to collect herself only to screech and fall over again as the pack of injured wolves went running, yipping and howling from the fire. K'luha shakily sat back up and started to crawl towards the tree that had been set alight. No doubt it was K'ile... probably.Â
"K'ile? K'ile!" she called out worriedly, only to yell again when she pressed her front hand into the corpse of the alpha wolf. She pulled it back and wiped off the wolf's blood on her good leg. Thank god it wasn't totally for nothing. She was slightly moritifed at how horrible hunters they were though.Â
K'luha stood agian and grabbed the wolf corpse by its neck, hauling its dead weight across the ground and towards the burning tree again. "K-k'ile!?" she called, squinting as she got closer to the tree.
*
K'ile Tia: There was a small circle of burnt sticks around the tree, all of which he'd thrown at the wolves. He was sure he hadn't actually hurt any of them, but exploding a whole tree ought to keep them away! To drive home the point, K'ile was calmly standing upon a branch, arms to either side, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Flee, beasts! I am the Sagolii Fire God! I hold the power of Azeyma in my hands!" He laughed at this a great deal. So much that he almost fell out of the tree.
He still eventually heard K'luha shouting at him, and when he saw her pulling the wolf's carcass towards him, he smiled broadly and waved over his head, calling her name, "K'luha!" When they'd given primary chase to him, he'd assumed she'd gotten away. Since she was still thinking about food, she was probably fine, too. So they'd done well! He was down a bow, but that was fine.
"K'luha! Hold on, I'll help you with that!" He shouted, and then clambered back to the trunk of the tree to climb down. Obviously climbing down was impossible, though, because he'd set the base of the tree on fire. So he went right back out on that limb. But he couldn't really jump off without hurting himself. He needed to do something different. So he made his way back to the trunk of the tree, which was still on fire, and actually kind of more on fire now than it had been last time. Yes, that fire was definitely coming up towards him.
So, okay. He was going to burn to death in the tree he'd set on fire. No, he decided he didn't like that plan. "I'll be right down!" he called out, still trying to figure out how. He ended up walking back out onto the primary branch, rubbing at his chin in thought. He'd just have to jump.
He cleared the ring of fire, landed foot-first but collapsed unpoetically right away, his body hitting the earth with a heavy thud. He lay there for several seconds before pulling himself up on all fours, forehead still in the dirt, and coughing.
*
K'luha Haaz: Hnn... arrogant as ever. K'luha's ears twitched lightly when she heard him yell something about being a Sagolii Fire God. While she wasn't really sure how he lit things on fire so easily, she was sure that he wasn't a God. Sexy bodies and lighting things on fire didn't make you a god. Because if it did, K'luha was definitely a Goddess.Â
She looked up as he walked back and forth on a branch... that was quickly burning. It was high up and, yup. He jumped and landed terribly ungracefully on the ground. K'luha winced at the sound he made and grabbed the carrass over closer to him before kneling down at his side.Â
"You okay Sagolii Fire God?" she questioned, smirking faintly.
*
K'ile Tia: K'ile's initial attempt to answer K'luha's question came out as a shuttering cough, so he took a few more moments to catch his breath. He managed first, "Fine," and then, "Immortal god," and finally, "Always fine," before just waving her off.
*
K'luha Haaz: K'luha narrowed her gaze at him. Coughing? Really, she hadn't thought the injury was that bad. Even if it had been mortifying, she almost... ALMOST wished K'ailia was here to heal him.Â
"You idiot." she hissed lightly, realizing he was more hurt that she at first thought. She reached a hand out to lightly try and press on his chest to assess the damage done.
*
K'ile Tia: Nope.
K'luha's first breath of mothering was enough. He rolled to the side quick as could be and was on his feet before should could touch him. "I'm fine," he said, feeling faint. He stumbled a bit, shook himself. He supporessed a cough and decided he'd count broken ribs later. "I'm good. You good? How are you? Did you get bit again?"
A single cough escaped and he suppressed it.
*
K'luha Haaz: K'luha frowned as the damned idiot Fire God rolled up and got to his side, practically falling over again. She clicked her tongue and motioned for him to sit again.Â
"Sit the hell down. You've got broken ribs and I know it!" she ordered, her concern for K'ile very obviously overpowering any cocern for her own wellbeing. Namely her complete ignorance of the biting pain in her leg where a wolf had taken a nasty chunk, and her right ear which also was now missing a large chunck and bleeding profusely down her hair and the side of her face.
*
K'ile Tia: Crossing his arms over his chest, K'ile protested weakly, "So what if I do?" and then, with a cough a wince, let his arms fall to his sides and dropped into a defeat crouch. "You're bleeding."
*
K'luha Haaz: "Lay the fuck down." K'luha ordered sharply before crawling across the ground to sit next to K'ile again. "Let me check. I might be able to help. If nothing else I can assess the damage. Come on K'ile...please?" If she had to resort to pleading and giving him the saddest face she could muster, so be it.
*
K'ile Tia: Rolling his eyes, K'ile let himself flop onto his back. Probably not the best idea he ever had, because he had him wincing and coughing again. He pulled himself back together pretty quick, though.
*
K'luha Haaz: K'luha let out a small breath of relief. It was a little victory, but one that meant a lot to her. The younger Miq'ote carefully ran her hands over K'ile's chest and tried to remember something she learnt in Limsa. How did the healing spell go? Something... something... channeling aether... something something... life forces... In a small burst of green, K'luha managed a fairly pathetic healing Physick, about the equivalent of tacking his ribs back together with duck tape.
*
K'ile Tia: Staring at the burning tree above them with a scowl on his face, K'ile tried not to feel too humiliated by K'luha's touch. Particularly since the woman was also obviously hurt and wasn't even acknowledging it. The sudden flash of green light surprised him, but not enough to make him flinch. His chest felt a bit different afterward, and the urge to cough was dimishing. Looking down at where she was touching, he said, "Now where'd you learn that?"
*
K'luha Haaz: "Someplace cold and wet." K'luha replied with a small smirk. She pulled her hands from his chest and glanced over to their kill. What a pathetic attempt. She sighed to herself. She had really been slacking on hunting. K'luha quietly promised herself to start going on hunts again as much as possible.Â
As her worry for K'ile's well being diminished, her hunger and pain started to set in. Still, she was more hungry than anything.Â
"Still have that knife?" she asked, glancing back to K'ile.
*
K'ile Tia: "You can have the knife," K'ile said, "When you do something about your wounds. You can't heal me and just sit there bleeding all over the place. You make me look like I can't take a hit."
*
K'luha Haaz: "Well I'm hungry and I have no bandages." K'luha replied with a small huff, holding out her hand for the knife. "If you want to cut up the kill while I bleed, feel free but someone needs to start cooking."
*
K'ile Tia: Rising to a sitting position -- slowly, this time, to test the set of his ribs -- K'ile took a knife from his belt. It was not K'luha's knife. He'd actually had his own all along, but she hadn't really asked. "Do that shiney thing. I don't want any of your wounds getting infected. We've got a hike tomorrow, remember."
He got to his feet and walked around to the wolf carcass. The alpha's pack would come back, but probably not until the tree burned down. It seemed to have enough fuel to last a bit.
*
K'luha Haaz: It was easier said than done honestly. Still, K'luha gingerly touched her bite wound on her leg and attempted the same sort of channeling. Blah blah blah aether blah blah blah math blah blah balh life force... although this time it was more like a pathetic spark that sharply fizzled out and then nothing. K'luha tried a few times, but every time it seemed to do the same. Apparently healing herself didn't work so well. Or maybe she was just stubborn that wound ought to mean something.Â
Either way, K'luha sighed and looked to the tree.Â
"Think that will last until morning...?"
*
K'ile Tia: "No," he said. "I'd try to take the whole carcass back to camp but that would make the walk take a long time. And I'm afraid those wolves will be smelling your blood." Even under the fire, with the burnt fur and wet dirt all around him, the blood cut right through. "I'll be better to cut off what we can carry and bury the rest until later. Don't suppose you borught a shovel and something to wrap it in, though, did you?" If they couldn't keep the meat around, they'd have to settle for goat in the morning. No way was he hunting more wolves when he didn't even have a bow.
*
K'luha Haaz: K'luha shook her head no. She didn't really want the wolves to follow her back to the camp either. But how to get ride of the smell of blood? Maybe dirt? She frowned and glanced to the ground. "Cut what you can take I guess. I have nothing but my clothing, which I guess we could use but I kind of only have that and it's not very plible like that. So that's a no go."
*
K'ile Tia: "I'll try not to be disappointed. I'd offer my shirt, but, ya know." He began to chop into the wolf, and he put a smile on for it. The sounds of tearing flesh could be heard underneath his muttering, "You can't fight now cause you're dead. Who killed you? It was us. We killed you."
*
K'luha Haaz: K'luha smirked faintly herself. "One of these days..." she muttered to herself before lying down on the ground for a few moments. She waited until she was sure he was done before standing and starting to limp towards the camp. "Come on. We'll eat back at the camp."
*
K'ile Tia: "Yep," he held the flesh to one side, having adapted his bow's strap into a makeshift sling for it. "Just gotta follow the smell of the smoke back to camp!... Stupid tree." He cast a glare back up at the burning tree, which was completely obscuring his ability to smell the fire he'd left at camp. "I really need to learn to stay out of my own way. Okay, I'll just follow you then."
*
K'luha Haaz: K'luha smiled weakly back at K'ile and started out towards the general direction in with a limp. After a few minutes of walkign she finally picked up the scent of their camp and within another ten minutes they were finally back. K'luha clambered up onto the warm rock and flopped down, finally getting the chance to look at her injuries again. Save that she didn't want to look at them at all. She wanted to eat and sleep. She motioned for K'ile to pass her a share of the food so that she might eat in relative silence.
*
K'ile Tia: He cooked the food and gave it K'luha and was just a generally useless Tia all night.
K'luha looked to K'ile, shocked for a moment that he was doing it all wrong. He was clusmy and had terrible posture and was totally going to get them killed if she didn't get him something he could actually use.Â
At least he could use it like a torch. Wait, how the hell did he keep simply lighting things on fire!? K'luha dashed forward anyway before pushing her knife into K'ile's hand.Â
"Use that." she snapped sharply, pulling up her bow again and readying an arrow as the pack started closing it. She pressed her back to K'ile to watch their oppositie direction and shot an arrow out, hitting another wolf in the chest. She laced her bow ready once more and turned to shoot another wolf that was starting to charge K'ile.
*
K'ile Tia: Looking at the knife as though she'd given him a peice of lettuce to fight with, K'ile frowned. "If you just shoot them all before they get here we're not going to have any fun!" He slipped the knife in his belt and leaned a bit of his weight against K'luha, just so that she could feel he was still present.
He tested the spin of the bow. It wasn't really balanced like a staff, which meant he wouldn't be able to do anything fancy with it. Still, he was able to turn it at a decent rate, and in the night it drew a very definite red circle in front of him.
K'ile Tia: K'ile turned the fire on a wolf that had been in mere charge and barked, "Come on! I'll cook ya before I skin ya!" and the wolf changed its mind, probably more confused than scared. He wouldn't actually be able to cook or kill anything with the bow, though, now that he though about it. The wolves were kind of big.
"Actually, keep shooting them," he said. "I was wrong. It was a good idea."
*
K'luha Haaz: Fun? They could get mauled by wolves!? And he was thinking of fun!? Was he fourty or freaking fourteen!? K'luha huffed irritably, letting loose another arrow into the torso of a third wolf and then a fourth. She glanced back for a moment when he tried intimidating a wolf. That was... weird. But a bit effective. Not very much so for K'luha. While she was distracted a wolf came up on her and jumped.Â
K'luha yelped, the wolf pouncing on top of her and knocking her off to the side of K'ile. She dropped her arrow but held the bow tightly in her left hand. There were still what, like six or seven left? The wolf on top of her went for her throat, but K'luha shoved her bow in its bow instead and tried to push it back. She could feel its claws in her shoulders.
*
K'ile Tia: Knocked rolling by the wolf that had hit K'luha, K'ile found his feet quickly. He turned first to her, his immediate instinct being to help, but the pounding of paws and the yip of a hungry beast invaded his instincts and turned him around to face the slathering jowls of a beast that was almost on top of him.
Wolves would all pounce at once, just like the tribe did. They were hunters after all.
K'ile swing the bow hard, laying the taste of fire on the wolf's tongue. Its body convulsed at the heat, its head shook, and when K'ile pulled the bow free of its teeth the wolf coughed out splintered wood and sparks. It's painful cries only came after.
The stink of wolves permeated K'ile's senses. He could hear them converging. His immediate thought would've been to throw fire on the ground, but thanks to the earlier downpout he knew nothing would catch.
In his hand he spun the bow, and he turned it on all sides of him as he looked for the animals. Unfortunately, the light from his fire was ruining his night vision. After a few moments of searching in darkness, he called out, "K'luha, let me know where you are!"
*
K'luha Haaz: None of the beasts wanted to get near the fire. As K'ile rolled away to take on a few, the rest turned to the already subdued prey. K'luha's ears flattened in fear as she tried to fight off the wolf on top of her. It snarled and gnashed at her, his teeth continuously getting caught on the metal handle in the middle of her bow. K'luha pushed the bow up further against the wolf's mouth and kicked her feet up to kick it off her.Â
No sooner had one wolf tumbled off but two more jumped forward. One bite down on hear ear and the other at her leg. K'luha screeched loudly and swung her bow blindly at the one nearer to her face. Her legs kicked to try and free her leg from the wolf's bite and she managed to kick the other wolf in the face. But the remaining wolves were beginning to swarm with the sound and smell of injured prey.Â
Still, as the wolves released her she scrambled to her feet, trying desperate to put distance between herself and the pack.
*
K'ile Tia: The sound K'luhai made wasn't one that K'ile had ever wanted to hear from her. Without thought or planning, everything in him turned and rushed towards her cry. The fire moved nturally with him, even as one end of the bow sputtered into streaks and coals. His other hand pulled the knife from his belt.
And that was all the preparation he had when he jumped bodily at the wolves that had beset K'luha. They'd seen him coming, of course, and he probably shouted as well, for one of them ad already jumped away. The other took fire right to the facce, and whipped about in a sudden panic made of teeth and fur.
Still, the best he was doing was scaring it and making it angry. He stabbed at its neck, but didn't have what he needed to kill it clean and easy.
He recoiled from that wolf. The others were still close. Even in the rush of movement and canine sounds, he could hear K'luha retreating. He hoped at least he'd startled the pack into taking a moment to regroup. Still, he gave a flourish of fire from his dying bow as he followed quick behind K'luha.
*
K'luha Haaz: Much like a cat in trouble, K'luha's panic sent her darting across the landscape again. As hungry as she was, death really wasn't all that appetizing for her right now. All she could think of was to get out of reach of those wolves and figure out what to do from there. From the corner of her eye she caught sight of a tree and sharply made a b-line for it.Â
Her nimbe form scaled the tree with relative easy and she came to rest at the top of a heavier branch, clinging to it like she might death otherwise. And it was true, she indeed might have. Wolves couldn't climb after all. They would be stuck waiting below, giving K'luha all the time in the world to think.Â
Suddenly from her panic she remembered she was not alone and quickly scanned the horizon for her companion. "K'ile!" she yelled out, looking around in another panic. Even if she had to jump down, she would find him again.
*
K'ile Tia: He really, really didn't want his bow to stop burning. So of course it did, and all but collapsed from his hand into ash and coals. This left him not only defensless, but senseless as well. All he could smell was smoke, singed fur, and the stink of wolves. The smell of a panicked K'luha was somewhere for sure, but he couldn't track it. And he couldn't see, either, his night vision by now completely claimed by the light he'd been swinging around. The clouds from the earlier storm hadn't cleared, leaving the moon completely blotted out.
So every sense he had was full of nothing but wolves, and an angry dozen of them at least. They didn't rush him immediately, probably afraid he'd pull out more fire, but that would only buy him until he demonstrated some kind of fear.
His first instinct was to run like hell. He obeyed that instinct. The wolves, sensing his fear and already having him surrounded, pounced quickly and caught him as he ran. His screams were more like blood-curdled sqwaks when his throat was peeled from his spine, leaving him to writhe pitifully while he was eaten alive.
Luckily, the above did not occur. About five seconds before that happened, K'ile's fate had actually been changed when he ran face-first into a rickety tree trunk that swayed in the night above him. Sparing a half a second to mutter insults at the "Bitch tree sneaking up on me," he dug the knife into the side and pulled himself up its length.
Not too long after this, everyone in the desert would see the canopy of a lone tree burst into flames seemingly without cause. Oddly enough, the base of it caught fire too, and in between was a laughing Tia throwing burning sticks at the wolves that surrounded him.
*
K'luha Haaz: K'luha clusmily dropped from her perch to grope desperately around for her bow and an arrow. She spun desperately, looking for some sign of K'ile. Something, anything would do! And about three seconds later she yelped and fell over, covering her eyes from a sudden burst of light. In the darkness, it seemed and entire tree went up in flames just south of her.Â
It was all she could do to collect herself only to screech and fall over again as the pack of injured wolves went running, yipping and howling from the fire. K'luha shakily sat back up and started to crawl towards the tree that had been set alight. No doubt it was K'ile... probably.Â
"K'ile? K'ile!" she called out worriedly, only to yell again when she pressed her front hand into the corpse of the alpha wolf. She pulled it back and wiped off the wolf's blood on her good leg. Thank god it wasn't totally for nothing. She was slightly moritifed at how horrible hunters they were though.Â
K'luha stood agian and grabbed the wolf corpse by its neck, hauling its dead weight across the ground and towards the burning tree again. "K-k'ile!?" she called, squinting as she got closer to the tree.
*
K'ile Tia: There was a small circle of burnt sticks around the tree, all of which he'd thrown at the wolves. He was sure he hadn't actually hurt any of them, but exploding a whole tree ought to keep them away! To drive home the point, K'ile was calmly standing upon a branch, arms to either side, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Flee, beasts! I am the Sagolii Fire God! I hold the power of Azeyma in my hands!" He laughed at this a great deal. So much that he almost fell out of the tree.
He still eventually heard K'luha shouting at him, and when he saw her pulling the wolf's carcass towards him, he smiled broadly and waved over his head, calling her name, "K'luha!" When they'd given primary chase to him, he'd assumed she'd gotten away. Since she was still thinking about food, she was probably fine, too. So they'd done well! He was down a bow, but that was fine.
"K'luha! Hold on, I'll help you with that!" He shouted, and then clambered back to the trunk of the tree to climb down. Obviously climbing down was impossible, though, because he'd set the base of the tree on fire. So he went right back out on that limb. But he couldn't really jump off without hurting himself. He needed to do something different. So he made his way back to the trunk of the tree, which was still on fire, and actually kind of more on fire now than it had been last time. Yes, that fire was definitely coming up towards him.
So, okay. He was going to burn to death in the tree he'd set on fire. No, he decided he didn't like that plan. "I'll be right down!" he called out, still trying to figure out how. He ended up walking back out onto the primary branch, rubbing at his chin in thought. He'd just have to jump.
He cleared the ring of fire, landed foot-first but collapsed unpoetically right away, his body hitting the earth with a heavy thud. He lay there for several seconds before pulling himself up on all fours, forehead still in the dirt, and coughing.
*
K'luha Haaz: Hnn... arrogant as ever. K'luha's ears twitched lightly when she heard him yell something about being a Sagolii Fire God. While she wasn't really sure how he lit things on fire so easily, she was sure that he wasn't a God. Sexy bodies and lighting things on fire didn't make you a god. Because if it did, K'luha was definitely a Goddess.Â
She looked up as he walked back and forth on a branch... that was quickly burning. It was high up and, yup. He jumped and landed terribly ungracefully on the ground. K'luha winced at the sound he made and grabbed the carrass over closer to him before kneling down at his side.Â
"You okay Sagolii Fire God?" she questioned, smirking faintly.
*
K'ile Tia: K'ile's initial attempt to answer K'luha's question came out as a shuttering cough, so he took a few more moments to catch his breath. He managed first, "Fine," and then, "Immortal god," and finally, "Always fine," before just waving her off.
*
K'luha Haaz: K'luha narrowed her gaze at him. Coughing? Really, she hadn't thought the injury was that bad. Even if it had been mortifying, she almost... ALMOST wished K'ailia was here to heal him.Â
"You idiot." she hissed lightly, realizing he was more hurt that she at first thought. She reached a hand out to lightly try and press on his chest to assess the damage done.
*
K'ile Tia: Nope.
K'luha's first breath of mothering was enough. He rolled to the side quick as could be and was on his feet before should could touch him. "I'm fine," he said, feeling faint. He stumbled a bit, shook himself. He supporessed a cough and decided he'd count broken ribs later. "I'm good. You good? How are you? Did you get bit again?"
A single cough escaped and he suppressed it.
*
K'luha Haaz: K'luha frowned as the damned idiot Fire God rolled up and got to his side, practically falling over again. She clicked her tongue and motioned for him to sit again.Â
"Sit the hell down. You've got broken ribs and I know it!" she ordered, her concern for K'ile very obviously overpowering any cocern for her own wellbeing. Namely her complete ignorance of the biting pain in her leg where a wolf had taken a nasty chunk, and her right ear which also was now missing a large chunck and bleeding profusely down her hair and the side of her face.
*
K'ile Tia: Crossing his arms over his chest, K'ile protested weakly, "So what if I do?" and then, with a cough a wince, let his arms fall to his sides and dropped into a defeat crouch. "You're bleeding."
*
K'luha Haaz: "Lay the fuck down." K'luha ordered sharply before crawling across the ground to sit next to K'ile again. "Let me check. I might be able to help. If nothing else I can assess the damage. Come on K'ile...please?" If she had to resort to pleading and giving him the saddest face she could muster, so be it.
*
K'ile Tia: Rolling his eyes, K'ile let himself flop onto his back. Probably not the best idea he ever had, because he had him wincing and coughing again. He pulled himself back together pretty quick, though.
*
K'luha Haaz: K'luha let out a small breath of relief. It was a little victory, but one that meant a lot to her. The younger Miq'ote carefully ran her hands over K'ile's chest and tried to remember something she learnt in Limsa. How did the healing spell go? Something... something... channeling aether... something something... life forces... In a small burst of green, K'luha managed a fairly pathetic healing Physick, about the equivalent of tacking his ribs back together with duck tape.
*
K'ile Tia: Staring at the burning tree above them with a scowl on his face, K'ile tried not to feel too humiliated by K'luha's touch. Particularly since the woman was also obviously hurt and wasn't even acknowledging it. The sudden flash of green light surprised him, but not enough to make him flinch. His chest felt a bit different afterward, and the urge to cough was dimishing. Looking down at where she was touching, he said, "Now where'd you learn that?"
*
K'luha Haaz: "Someplace cold and wet." K'luha replied with a small smirk. She pulled her hands from his chest and glanced over to their kill. What a pathetic attempt. She sighed to herself. She had really been slacking on hunting. K'luha quietly promised herself to start going on hunts again as much as possible.Â
As her worry for K'ile's well being diminished, her hunger and pain started to set in. Still, she was more hungry than anything.Â
"Still have that knife?" she asked, glancing back to K'ile.
*
K'ile Tia: "You can have the knife," K'ile said, "When you do something about your wounds. You can't heal me and just sit there bleeding all over the place. You make me look like I can't take a hit."
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K'luha Haaz: "Well I'm hungry and I have no bandages." K'luha replied with a small huff, holding out her hand for the knife. "If you want to cut up the kill while I bleed, feel free but someone needs to start cooking."
*
K'ile Tia: Rising to a sitting position -- slowly, this time, to test the set of his ribs -- K'ile took a knife from his belt. It was not K'luha's knife. He'd actually had his own all along, but she hadn't really asked. "Do that shiney thing. I don't want any of your wounds getting infected. We've got a hike tomorrow, remember."
He got to his feet and walked around to the wolf carcass. The alpha's pack would come back, but probably not until the tree burned down. It seemed to have enough fuel to last a bit.
*
K'luha Haaz: It was easier said than done honestly. Still, K'luha gingerly touched her bite wound on her leg and attempted the same sort of channeling. Blah blah blah aether blah blah blah math blah blah balh life force... although this time it was more like a pathetic spark that sharply fizzled out and then nothing. K'luha tried a few times, but every time it seemed to do the same. Apparently healing herself didn't work so well. Or maybe she was just stubborn that wound ought to mean something.Â
Either way, K'luha sighed and looked to the tree.Â
"Think that will last until morning...?"
*
K'ile Tia: "No," he said. "I'd try to take the whole carcass back to camp but that would make the walk take a long time. And I'm afraid those wolves will be smelling your blood." Even under the fire, with the burnt fur and wet dirt all around him, the blood cut right through. "I'll be better to cut off what we can carry and bury the rest until later. Don't suppose you borught a shovel and something to wrap it in, though, did you?" If they couldn't keep the meat around, they'd have to settle for goat in the morning. No way was he hunting more wolves when he didn't even have a bow.
*
K'luha Haaz: K'luha shook her head no. She didn't really want the wolves to follow her back to the camp either. But how to get ride of the smell of blood? Maybe dirt? She frowned and glanced to the ground. "Cut what you can take I guess. I have nothing but my clothing, which I guess we could use but I kind of only have that and it's not very plible like that. So that's a no go."
*
K'ile Tia: "I'll try not to be disappointed. I'd offer my shirt, but, ya know." He began to chop into the wolf, and he put a smile on for it. The sounds of tearing flesh could be heard underneath his muttering, "You can't fight now cause you're dead. Who killed you? It was us. We killed you."
*
K'luha Haaz: K'luha smirked faintly herself. "One of these days..." she muttered to herself before lying down on the ground for a few moments. She waited until she was sure he was done before standing and starting to limp towards the camp. "Come on. We'll eat back at the camp."
*
K'ile Tia: "Yep," he held the flesh to one side, having adapted his bow's strap into a makeshift sling for it. "Just gotta follow the smell of the smoke back to camp!... Stupid tree." He cast a glare back up at the burning tree, which was completely obscuring his ability to smell the fire he'd left at camp. "I really need to learn to stay out of my own way. Okay, I'll just follow you then."
*
K'luha Haaz: K'luha smiled weakly back at K'ile and started out towards the general direction in with a limp. After a few minutes of walkign she finally picked up the scent of their camp and within another ten minutes they were finally back. K'luha clambered up onto the warm rock and flopped down, finally getting the chance to look at her injuries again. Save that she didn't want to look at them at all. She wanted to eat and sleep. She motioned for K'ile to pass her a share of the food so that she might eat in relative silence.
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K'ile Tia: He cooked the food and gave it K'luha and was just a generally useless Tia all night.
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