Fear... sadness... anxiety...... grief and even hatred. Despite K'yohkos best efforts, he was unable to conceal these feelings from her. His emotions lay completely dormant across both his features and body language, though deep within his clear, amethyst eyes his torn soul spoke true of his silent grief. Never before had she seen her father like this, it would have been impossible for her to even imagine had she not witnessed it here and now. For someone who, for all her life, had been a personification of a rock; solid, strong and resilient to even the wildest of storms, it was frightening for the girl to finally see that even he was scarred on the inside, beaten down and for the first time in his life, a victim.
"I...I was just...." she tried to answer her father. Her voice was shaky, though a little more collected than before.
She knew that there was no need for her to finish her sentence, however. Her father's question had been rhetorical, he knew the answer already. He always had the answers, had it been for her or any of his other daughters. He was not the easiest person to be around at times, but there was no-one who could make her feel as safe as he did.
K'nahli's eyes quickly averted away from her fathers as the face of the bedridden male had finally been unveiled from behind the blockading form of K'yohko's battered body. A panicked breath slipped past her lips as the brutality of the male's wounds burned into her mind. It was grotesque, his face didn't appear recognisable yet at the same time, he felt somehow.. familiar. The pallid, pink colour of her eyes caused them to gleam brightly against the gloomy candlelight that flickered a short distance behind her father as she studied the patient fearfully for a few more seconds, before the image became too much for the young girl to handle. They quickly flicked back again, returning to the safety of her father's, only to briefly scan sideward to the immobilized male a couple of times more as though verifying that his horrible wounds were in fact genuine. She couldn't imagine the pain he must have felt. She didn't want to.
"K...K'yhae....ga..." she finally spluttered out as her wavering eyes traveled down toward her feet anxiously. Initially she had sought comfort in her father's eyes, but seeing him the way he was... they offered her no peace. He was still strong, and doing well to retain his stoic appearance, but she couldn't handle even the slightest sign of weakness in his eyes. It steadily consumed the dwindling hope that lingered within her.
"I need to find h-him, I need to... make sure...." she added grievously, her head still hung low as her eyes darted from side to side nervously.
She shut her eyes tightly as a deep breath was drawn in, an attempt to grant herself the strength to continue speaking. Her glance rose up now, pale eyes meeting once again with the contrasting dark of his, created through the smokey shadows that cast under that of her father's brow.
"Please tell me..."
"I...I was just...." she tried to answer her father. Her voice was shaky, though a little more collected than before.
She knew that there was no need for her to finish her sentence, however. Her father's question had been rhetorical, he knew the answer already. He always had the answers, had it been for her or any of his other daughters. He was not the easiest person to be around at times, but there was no-one who could make her feel as safe as he did.
K'nahli's eyes quickly averted away from her fathers as the face of the bedridden male had finally been unveiled from behind the blockading form of K'yohko's battered body. A panicked breath slipped past her lips as the brutality of the male's wounds burned into her mind. It was grotesque, his face didn't appear recognisable yet at the same time, he felt somehow.. familiar. The pallid, pink colour of her eyes caused them to gleam brightly against the gloomy candlelight that flickered a short distance behind her father as she studied the patient fearfully for a few more seconds, before the image became too much for the young girl to handle. They quickly flicked back again, returning to the safety of her father's, only to briefly scan sideward to the immobilized male a couple of times more as though verifying that his horrible wounds were in fact genuine. She couldn't imagine the pain he must have felt. She didn't want to.
"K...K'yhae....ga..." she finally spluttered out as her wavering eyes traveled down toward her feet anxiously. Initially she had sought comfort in her father's eyes, but seeing him the way he was... they offered her no peace. He was still strong, and doing well to retain his stoic appearance, but she couldn't handle even the slightest sign of weakness in his eyes. It steadily consumed the dwindling hope that lingered within her.
"I need to find h-him, I need to... make sure...." she added grievously, her head still hung low as her eyes darted from side to side nervously.
She shut her eyes tightly as a deep breath was drawn in, an attempt to grant herself the strength to continue speaking. Her glance rose up now, pale eyes meeting once again with the contrasting dark of his, created through the smokey shadows that cast under that of her father's brow.
"Please tell me..."
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
