Elsewhere in the forest...
The Twelveswood was in its calm before the storm. The forest was already known for its huge tree canopies that cast large shadows on the forest floor, but the overcast sky made the morning even darker. However, this was not a problem for the small figure who followed the trail left by a group of Ixal. She knelt on the leaf-littered forest floor, and examined the tracks left by their bird-like feet. Her lithe fingers, exposed by her black fingerless gloves, lightly touched the indention of the foot-print to measure its depth, and the hardness of the soil itself. She closed her dark blue eyes, and sniffed the air several times.
“They are not far!†She said to herself as she furrowed her brows, and slowly rose to her feet.
Kiht Jakkya was in her hunting gear. Deepwood green and black leathers with a velveteen bandana, an assortment of knives and two harpoon spears strapped to her back. She had a rather serious expression as she looked ahead to survey the continuing Ixal trail.
The Ixal had no idea that Kiht was following them. That, or they did not care. The lone Moon-Keeper scout had started on her nightly hunt, but she picked up the trail of the Ixal, and her personal vendetta against their kind made her decide to pursue them. This was not the first time she had done something like that. Her anger often fueled her to follow them, to watch them and to learn about them. There was little in the world she hated more than the Ixal.
Normally, Kiht would be heading home at that time of day. She preferred to be nocturnal, but she would not give up her hunt that easily. She was happy that the sky was overcast, and felt that the coming storm only gave her an advantage. The more shadow, the better. The rain did not concern her. She knew how to fight in a downpour if she had to. However, she had not planned on fighting. There were far too many Ixal for her to fight. She would trail the menacing Beastmen, and report their activity to any authority with the means to stop them. Any day Kiht could turn Wood Wailers against Ixal, and watch them fight each other was a good day.
If only it were so easy this time.....
The Twelveswood was in its calm before the storm. The forest was already known for its huge tree canopies that cast large shadows on the forest floor, but the overcast sky made the morning even darker. However, this was not a problem for the small figure who followed the trail left by a group of Ixal. She knelt on the leaf-littered forest floor, and examined the tracks left by their bird-like feet. Her lithe fingers, exposed by her black fingerless gloves, lightly touched the indention of the foot-print to measure its depth, and the hardness of the soil itself. She closed her dark blue eyes, and sniffed the air several times.
“They are not far!†She said to herself as she furrowed her brows, and slowly rose to her feet.
Kiht Jakkya was in her hunting gear. Deepwood green and black leathers with a velveteen bandana, an assortment of knives and two harpoon spears strapped to her back. She had a rather serious expression as she looked ahead to survey the continuing Ixal trail.
The Ixal had no idea that Kiht was following them. That, or they did not care. The lone Moon-Keeper scout had started on her nightly hunt, but she picked up the trail of the Ixal, and her personal vendetta against their kind made her decide to pursue them. This was not the first time she had done something like that. Her anger often fueled her to follow them, to watch them and to learn about them. There was little in the world she hated more than the Ixal.
Normally, Kiht would be heading home at that time of day. She preferred to be nocturnal, but she would not give up her hunt that easily. She was happy that the sky was overcast, and felt that the coming storm only gave her an advantage. The more shadow, the better. The rain did not concern her. She knew how to fight in a downpour if she had to. However, she had not planned on fighting. There were far too many Ixal for her to fight. She would trail the menacing Beastmen, and report their activity to any authority with the means to stop them. Any day Kiht could turn Wood Wailers against Ixal, and watch them fight each other was a good day.
If only it were so easy this time.....
