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K'yohko Nunh [Semi closed] - Clover - 11-09-2013

((OOC: At the Hipparion tribe.))

Sometimes, when K'nahli Yohko engaged in her daily training, her sister K'mih would sit on a nearby rock to watch her. The young Miqo'te seemed to love observing her older sister's skills with the bow, even dreamed of becoming a good huntress like her someday. Her eyes would always be glued to her sister's back as she tensed the bow, movements perfect and precise, and albeit her expression remained hidden for K'mih at those moments, the girl could still picture her sister's fierce eyes.

Piercing, sad eyes.

Like in most occasions, many thoughts would dance around the young Miqo'te's head, untold. Whatever was in her mind this time, however, it gained a voice.

"K'nahli..."

K'mih spoke softly, her tone displaying that hint of melancholy that never failed to indicate how something had been worrying her.

"...Who do you think the next Nunh will be...?"

The reason behind her concern was more than evident, for the next Nunh would likely be the one they’d mate with in the future. Somehow, it wasn't something K'mih could easily picture.

RE: K'yohko Nunh [Semi closed] - K'nahli - 11-09-2013

A soft veil of wind-swept sand calmly whispered its way towards the blue-haired girl, gently tickling and caressing against her exposed skin as she held her bow poised and ready, string tensed back as far as it would allow and arrow carefully targeted towards a distant object before her. K'nahli blinked twice as her thoughts began accumulating in response to her sister's question, distracting the miqo'te from her target practice enough to cause her to turn on her heels to face K'mih.


"Why.... do you ask such a thing, K'mih?" K'nahli furrowed her brow slightly as she took a few steps towards her sister, lowering her bow and disarming it in the process.

The warm, Sagolii breeze caught against her ornament-adorned locks, causing them to sway gently across her face as she remained observant of the small figure sitting anxiously atop a rock. Her eyes of crimson narrowed slightly in focus as she tilted her head, unsure of what to expect. Afraid of what the answer would be.

RE: K'yohko Nunh [Semi closed] - Clover - 11-09-2013

K'mih's eyes opened in surprise at her sister interrupting her training to face her. She hadn't meant to distract K'nahli this much; when her gaze lowered to her own feet, there wasn't just melancholic concern but also guilt.

"Hnn..."

She tried to smile, albeit timidly.

"You know that we will have to bring children to the tribe someday... and it can only be with the next Nunh..."

RE: K'yohko Nunh [Semi closed] - K'nahli - 11-09-2013

K'nahli quickly recoiled her head as a disgusted grimace quickly formed across her face, not that her sister would have seen as the calamine-haired girl's gaze remained glued to her feet. The older miqo'te quickly turned on the spot, facing her back to K'mih so as to hide her otherwise obvious distaste for the subject. It was exactly what she had feared, though somehow hearing the words actually come out of K'mihs mouth sickened K'nahli to no end.
She didn't like this.... she didn't even want to acknowledge it.

K'nahli's eyes remained fixated on the now seemingly colourless sand before her, the miqo'te's features shifting and quivering every so often as powerful emotions continuously squirmed and writhed through her very being, tickling her stomach and mustering up a compelling feeling of utter resent.

"Why do you think of such things now? You are much too young" K'nahli finally spat in reply after her noticeable silence following K'mihs explanation.

She remained with her back to her sister. Unable to face her.
Unable to contemplate someone else taking her sister away from her. Her innocence.

Yet at the same time, she didn't want K'mih to see her own hatred towards the subject. She wasn't going to explain to her why she had reacted in such a way, she couldn't..

RE: K'yohko Nunh [Semi closed] - Clover - 11-09-2013

Her sister's sudden movement did earn a brief peek from K'mih's eyes, and the following silence only contributed to the idea that K'nahli was disgusted about the matter. Had it been worrying her as well?

At the question, the young Miqo'te's eyes travelled down back to her feet, which moved playful and nervously.

"Today, mother reminded me that I've passed my trial... therefore I should start getting my mind ready to think as adults do. She thinks I should consider the possibility as soon as a new Nunh is elected..."

Her shoulders sank slightly more, ears down with her mood. The thought of losing her freedom to play and explore bothered her, of course. She wasn't quite prepared to embrace the true life of an adult woman. However, that wasn't her only concern.

"I asked her why I couldn't mate with father... but she said it'd be strange..."

Bicoloured eyes raised to her sister then, seeking comfort as they always did.

"Is it strange, K'nahli? Isn't father the best Miqo'te we've ever met?"

RE: K'yohko Nunh [Semi closed] - K'nahli - 11-09-2013

"K'....K'mihgazu?" K'nahli hissed silently to herself while clenching her fists tightly by her side. The small, sharpened curvature along her bow dug painfully into her palm as she did so, though it only presented her with more reason to continue. That pain would serve as a distraction, something to focus on instead of this nightmare she found herself trapped within. A creeping, trickle of blood squeezed itself out from between her fingers as the splintering wood began to cut deeply into her skin. It rolled outwards from her fist, leaving a faint, ruby trail along the side of her trembling hand before it dropped silently away to become engulfed by the sands below, leaving only a tiny, darkened, splotch of deep crimson by her feet. The pain however, was no longer noticeable. She squeezed harder in hopes that it would return as her expression grew steadily more fierce, but to no avail.


"I asked her why I couldn't mate with father... but she said it'd be strange..."


"....."

K'nahli's heart immediately sank at the mention of their father. K'yohko? She wanted to mate with K'yohko?! She let out a faint whimper in disbelief as she fidgeted briefly on the spot, unsure of what to do with her one free hand as she shuffled randomly, touching against both her temple and face in light of her complete confusion inside that moment.
Suddenly dropping her bow into the sand, K'nahli quickly turned around to face K'mih who had also turned her attention to her sister.

"K'mih... why.... why would you...?" she tried to express her concern though struggled to form a complete sentence. She instead raised her injured hand up to her chest, clenching it tightly once more as her heartache agonizingly heaved beneath her breast. Her eyes were unable to remain focused on one spot in the sand as they darted back and forth rapidly. The dismayed girl shut her eyes firmly as she drew in a deep breath of the tepid evening air in an attempt to regain control of herself, though unfortunately for the miqo'te, her feelings would not be so easily subdued. Her hands continued to tremble moderately as her heart rate further escalated anxiously, unafflicted by the her initial attempt.


A second breath.
Why must her mother interfere? What business is it of hers what her proclaimed "adult" daughter does now? If anything she has less reason to impose in the way she already has. She knows her daughter well enough to realise that she is influential and obedient. What kind of rotten trick was that of her to implant her own ideals into her daughter like that? Strip K'mih of her own free will because she won't want to disappoint her mother? Was that the idea?
Had K'nahli's eyes been visible they'd have been burning with anger at this point. How dare that woman?
("She belongs to me..") K'nahli thought with bitter resentment. ("No-one else").


A third breath.
Why K'yohko of all people? Her father.. THEIR father. Why does it matter that K'yohko is the "best" that they know? Doesn't she understand that the existence of the second nuhn is to avoid such encounters? Does the thought of coupling with her father not revolt her? He sired her. This was wrong, so very wrong... but K'nahli couldn't explain why. Surely something she felt so passionately against should have a very, simple explanation. A clear-found argument to dispel the thought entirely. Though no matter how hard she thought about it, no answer presented itself. K'yohko... was ideal. She just couldn't consent to it.


A fourth breath.
Why wouldn't K'mih fight her own battles?
Why was she just as submissive as ever when K'nahli really needed her to fight?
Was K'mih willing to give up everything, including her sister, just to abide by her mother's wishes?
Was that really what was going to happen?

Such a path would change everything. It would forever distort who K'mih was in K'nahli's eyes and what she meant to her. She would change. She can't change. K'nahli could never allow it. She wouldn't.


K'nahli exhaled deeply as she unveiled her shimmering eyes and focused her glare on K'mih, knowing she was still awaiting an answer to her question. The older sister studied the younger intently in silence before finally working up the courage to look her directly in the eye. Though something was different. Suddenly, meeting her gaze didn't leave her feeling calm anymore. The once pacifying glimmer of her beautifully vibrant bi-coloured eyes had disappeared and was instead replaced by a feeling that only catalyzed her intense sense of worry and despair.

K'nahli's voice cracked as she opened her mouth in a vain attempt to speak once again, her eyes looking down and away from her sister to release herself from the strangling hold that the younger miqo'te's gaze had suddenly set upon her. Her mouth had grown drier than the sands which they stood upon. The steel, blue-haired girl placed a soothing palm across her temple in attempts to calm her racing thoughts and in hopes that it would prevent the tears from flowing. She was already failing to prevent herself from doing something that she had always promised herself she would never do. At the very least, she must prevent it from going any further.


"Its not.... always about who is best..." K'nahli finally managed to find the words she needed. She used everything she had left in her to prevent herself from stammering. No more weakness.

"You don't... want K'yohko for any other reason.. right?" she inquired carefully while slowly examining her injured palm. The pain had suddenly come upon her now. It stung her bow-wielding hand incessantly as it continued to bleed; with a few more drops quickly escaping free from the wound and falling noiselessly into the sands below.

RE: K'yohko Nunh [Semi closed] - Twinflame - 11-09-2013

((Aksed K'nahli before posting and she said it was fine!))

An omnipresent but mostly silent din, the sand moved around the desert like a tide taking decades to roll up onto a beach. The sand rode the wind, and shared the air with the sound of voices and movement, the smell of bodies and breath. The desert shimmered like a frozen ocean in the heat, and the currents carried blood to his senses. K'nahli practiced just outside of camp, her targets downwind to keep the sand out of her eyes. She was there with K'mih. It wasn't unusual.

"Strange is a word for it," K'ile Tia's voice broke through the breeze, coming from upwind. With his hair pulled from his face by the sand, his blue eyes -- exactly like K'thalen's had been -- looked over the two women. They did not linger on K'nahli, instead giving K'mih his best casual smile. He stood atop the sand as if he had always been there, his approach as natural and silent as a migrating stone.

The sensitive skin at his neck and collarbones was pink where the sand had irritated it, and where the strap that held his quiver lay over it. His longbow, a cheap and simple thing, was held in an otherwise limp hand at his side.

"Perhaps K'mihgazu didn't want to go into it," he continued as he took steps towards the pair. "Couplings that are too near -- family members, siblings -- are dangerous. They infect the couple with impurity and ill fate. Resulting children always perish, and must be burned to be purified. Such cannot be done for those who committed the sin and brought the impurity upon themselves. For the crime, they may have to be sent away from the tribe, or else we would have to carry the burden of their curse."

K'ile chuckled at a private thought, "Maybe your mother was kind to simply call it 'strange', but I think you're smart enough to deal with it. It never really comes up anyway." He lifted his bow, and looked to K'nahli. "I was hoping you could teach me a bit today. I figured out how to get the arrow in there, but my fingers are still clumsy." He pointedly did not ask about the smell of blood.

RE: K'yohko Nunh [Semi closed] - Clover - 11-10-2013

((OOC: Thank you very much for joining! That was awesome (*____*) ))


Silence had never been this painful, this deadly. K’mih had searched for K’nahli’s gaze trying to find comfort, trying to understand the final look her mother gave her when she realized that her daughter’s inquiry had been actually serious; one of anger and fear, as if for a moment she couldn’t recognize her own child. What she found in K’nahli, however, was even worse.

Her reactions, the look in her eyes and even her sudden whimper-- everything seemed to describe how ugly K’mih had painted the world with just a question. It left the young Miqo’te completely frozen on the spot, eyes well open and lips slightly parted. There was a storm inside her sister, there was disgust; K’mih could see that much.

“Sister…” she said with a frozen, shocked stare, her voice barely rising. “…You’re bleeding…”

Why did it have to happen like this? Why did it have to be so painful? How could her deep respect for her father be so wrong? K’mih had been taught that every female Miqo’te had to give herself to the Nunh, for this one was the strongest and most capable; the best man. That was what her father was to her. She’d learned to admire and love him above any other male-- he was the Nunh. Furthermore, K’mih was scared of venturing into the unknown, dark path of adulthood, and her father was the most familiar and comforting male figure she’d ever known. The more K’mih thought about it, the more difficult it was to picture herself with anyone else. Was it wrong that she could only choose him?

Why was K’nahli still silent? Why was she…?

(“You don’t… want K’yohko for any other reason… right?”)

“Eh…?”

That earned a reaction from K’mih. A blink, followed by more thoughts. Her eyes, albeit still aimed at her sister, were no longer seeing her.

Any other reason? Should there be…? …Could there be…?

(“Strange is a word for it.”)

Another voice resounded in the wind, ears that caught words which should have remained a secret. K’mih’s gaze turned to meet K’ile, the punisher, and it was the first time she felt pure fear about what she’d just said. Albeit her intention had been innocent, she’d had time to realize how wrong others considered her thoughts. Quickly, she lowered her gaze to the ground with guilt, eyes wide open and body tense.

K’ile spoke of what kind of fate awaited those who decided to take a forbidden path, his tone melting like a threat in K’mih’s ears. It hadn’t been her intention, she didn’t know. She didn’t know. She wanted to tell him that she wouldn’t do anything wrong, but a nod from her head was everything she could manage. The next thing she heard was K’ile talking to her sister about a completely different matter, leaving a silent K’mih with her own personal storm.

It should be alright. He wasn’t going to punish her, for she hadn’t done anything bad.

RE: K'yohko Nunh [Semi closed] - K'nahli - 11-10-2013

Whether or not K'nahli had not heard K'mih's initial remark or choose to remain ignorant of it was unknown. In the end, the older female placed no emphasis on the thick fluid that slowly, yet continuously dripped away from her hand. Now she had been preoccupied with what answer K'mih would have to offer in response to her question, and as it would turn out, it would not aid in her recovery from the moment.
K'mih had appeared to have been surprised by K'nahli's question in the end, an indirect answer and the source of which the next wave of emotions had spawned. Painful though much less powerful than before, or at least it had seemed. The girl retained her composure this time in spite of the forceful, tidal pulls of polar-opposite emotions that wallowed deep within her. Staggering slightly she placed a hand across her temple once more hoping that this time it would soothe the throbbing pain beneath.


It was then that both miqo'te turned to behold the tia K'ile approaching them, apparently having overheard their conversation. K'nahli's brow furrowed as she quickly returned to her typical defensive state as the man drew nearer and introduced himself to the ongoing conversation. Instead of passing judgement or scolding her sister for such thoughts however, he instead sought the chance to explain to K'mih, better than K'nahli ever could have herself, why such things were just not the way of the natural order. Regardless of his words, words that K'nahli would only have wished she could have spoken herself earlier, it brought neither girl comfort.


Having concluded with his thoughts on the matter, K'ile then raised his hand to K'nahli, presenting her with both his bow and a humble request. K'nahli blinked a few times in surprise in the revelation that he had merely come seeking her guidance. Nonetheless, the thought only further troubled the elder sibling. Her gaze momentarily broke away from the tia as she found herself sulking pitifully. She had, in fact, only been moments away from asking K'mih to come train with her before the matter even reared it's ugly head. As a result, she unintentionally presented K'ile with no initial response while her mind continued to wander further on the matter. Her sister seemed to be slipping farther and farther away with every moment that she continued lingering on the thought - and it was slowly breaking K'nahli's heart.

Shaking her head subtly and blinking a few more times, K'nahli returned her gaze to meet with K'iles'. Her ruby eyes glared through him fiercely in the process.

"I'd hate to think you were eavesdropping, K'ile, and that this 'guidance' you seek is merely your excuse for presenting yourself before us" K'nahli replied bitterly, her watch unrelenting on the male as she took a step to the side and gestured for him to take position where she had been standing previously.

K'nahli quickly passed a solemn glance towards K'mih to ensure the girl's well-being, fearing that K'ile's appearance and K'nahli's diverted attention may have left her feeling uncomfortable. Her lips parted as she sought to speak once again to her sister.

"K'mih..... do you..." she spoke hesitantly in attempts to invite K'mih to take part, though she was unable to finish her sentence. Her eyes reluctantly fell to the sand once more as a blanket of sadness slowly fell upon her.

No... surely she had no interest in training with K'nahli.

RE: K'yohko Nunh [Semi closed] - Twinflame - 11-10-2013

K'nahli was too much like her father. Put a Sand Drake before the woman and she's cool as ice, deliberate and confident. Talk to her when she's in a mood, though? She'll sprout razor spines and a shell thicker than dragonscale. It was the kind of weakness that reticent K'yohko carried like a plague and spread to his children. For all of the embers in her glare, K'nahli was just as afraid as K'mih, sometimes.

In those who possessed strength and will, meekness was a sin, and it dripped hideously from the down-turned gaze K'nahli offered her sister.

"The wind was carrying your voices toward camp," K'ile stated, settling himself in the place that K'nahli had indicated. "And my ears do not choose between sounds to hear. I do not resent your accusation, though. Wait until you've seen just how much guidance I need! It's humiliating!" He ended with a chuckle.

When he turned his gaze to K'mih, he saw a girl in desperate retreat as though pursued by Amal'jaa. At least her meekness was sincere. The blood of her grandfather K'thalen, even so deluded, was stronger than that of her father K'yohko, and it was easy to discern from which that honesty came.

"K'mih," he gave the girl a smile, "Come have your sister teach you as well! I'm afraid she's mad at me, and I wouldn't want to go into such danger alone." His red ears bounced a couple times and swiveled towards K'mih.

RE: K'yohko Nunh [Semi closed] - Clover - 11-10-2013

No matter how long K’mih would spend with her sister, that strong temper would never cease to surprise and amaze her. With no fear, K’nahli had dared to speak clearly to K’ile, questioning his presence and his intentions. It was something K’mih could have never been able to do, mainly because she wasn’t one to mistrust others; she had assumed that it’d been her fault if another Miqo’te had head their conversation. Her sister’s words, however, rang an alarm in the Miqo’te’s confused mind.

K’nahli called her name right after, getting attention from eyes that rose in a still slightly down face. Her sentence, however, was never finished. Was she mad at her?

In such worrisome thoughts she was when K’ile spoke again. Much to K’mih’s surprise, he proposed for K’nahli to teach the two of them. It was odd. Just a moment ago, the young Miqo’te had mistrusted the Tia; now she couldn’t help but to perceive an attempt to cheer her up, to fix things between her and her dear sister. Perhaps he didn’t mean to make her sad to start with. Perhaps K’nahli had been too harsh.

K’mih’s initial surprise was quickly replaced by a hopeful and thankful smile, her gaze traveling from K’ile to her sister. “Could you teach me as well, K’nahli?”

The thorny subject seemed to have been cast aside for now, if not from their minds, at least from their throats. K’mih believed –wanted to believe- that she’d learned a lesson.

RE: K'yohko Nunh [Semi closed] - K'nahli - 11-10-2013

K'nahli merely offered a nod in acceptance when K'ile gave a rather simple but reasonable explanation for overhearing their private conversation. Her eyes followed him closely while he took position before her, a more calm expression soon following across her features.

"Sorry" is what she wanted to say to the man. It was clear that he genuinely posed no malice with his arrival, though her burdened mind would not allow her to so easily retreat into a submissive or defeatist state. She began positioning herself next to the male, her body closely shadowing his as she prepared to steady and guide his form from the very beginning. K'ile, however, was not ready to begin just yet. Turning around to face the younger sister, he passed along an invitation to K'mih in K'nahli's stead, maintaining a passive and calm posture while he shared a sweet smile with her. K'nahli's eyes quickly widened in surprise as her head shot towards K'mih in anxious anticipation of her answer. Her hopes were hardly peaked however, surely the girl would answer with:


-"No.. I'm okay, thank you"-
-"I'm fine just watching!"-
-"I'll only get in the way!"-

...or anything dismissive. K'nahli should have known from the beginning. A girl like K'mih would soon lose interest in putting up with someone like her. She was totally undeserving of her friendship. She had nothing to offer her younger sister.


“Could you teach me as well, K’nahli?”


The words genuinely came as a shock to K'nahli. Blinking a few times in disbelief, the girl continued watching her younger sister with a visibly, surprised expression as she loitered in complete distrust of her own hearing.

After a moment of silence, K'nahli breathed out softly with relief while a gentle smile slowly creeped across her face. What was wrong with her? Of course K'mih hadn't lost interest. The girl had stuck with her faithfully even after K'yhaega's death. K'mih was not so shallow as to abandon K'nahli that easily. If anything, K'nahli was in the wrong for having less faith in her sister.
Reaching down for the bow she had dropped earlier, K'nahli gripped it lightly and discreetly attempted to wipe away the faded traces of blood that remained clinging to the wood. Then, with the company of a warm nod, she presented the bow out towards her sister gingerly in happy acceptance to her request.




"Thank you..." she finally managed to whisper quietly to the tia from the corner of her mouth.
No eye contact was made, though she felt that K'ile, perhaps, had a much keener perception than she had given him credit for. Something she, at least, was truly grateful for in that moment.

RE: K'yohko Nunh [Semi closed] - Twinflame - 11-11-2013

"Uhm," K'ile wasn't sure what K'nahli was thanking him for, but wasn't one to turn down credit. "No problem." He was truthfully surprised K'mih had taken his advice, but then women did respond well to a little smile every now and then, didn't they?

Turning to face K'nahli, the Tia said, "Keep your bow on you for a quick second," and pulled an arrow against the string of his own. Around this point K'ile was wishing he had a better idea of how to use his bow, or that he'd brought his spear. His fingers couldn't decide where to settle in the shaft as they strained against the bowstring, but his nose picked out where to aim.

Pointing his arrow off to one side, he said, "Try not to shoot your father."

RE: K'yohko Nunh [Semi closed] - K'nahli - 11-11-2013

K'nahli eyed the tia in confusion as he awkwardly drew an arrow on his own. His technique was messy at best though perhaps enough to get the job done should the situation call upon it. Regardless, in spite of his request she did not immediately note the impending danger. Instead, taking a step back, K'nahli removed herself from the tia's space. In part, her intention was to allow him more room though asked frankly, she would have replied that she feared for a drastically misfired arrow that may prematurely claim her life.

K'ile aiming towards a random spot in the sand had earned a little suspicion from the girl. He wasn't trying to show her something after all. Was something approaching? She certainly hadn't noticed, nor did she understand what he meant by his warning not to shoot her father unless K'yohko had learned how to morph himself into but a grain of sand. Regardless, K'nahli quickly yet nimbly slipped an arrow in place, resting it gently against the bow string as her weapon remained pointed before her feet in standby - awaiting any impending threat that may be looming.

RE: K'yohko Nunh [Semi closed] - Nauta Lyehga - 11-11-2013

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The sun was quickly reaching its peak in the day, casting long dark shadows across the burning sands. A head of purple, a color that stood out most profoundly against the sands, stood silent in the sun. K'yohko Nunh sniffed the stale air, his tail deadly still. For just a brief moment, the man thought he had felt the ground beneath him vibrate while he meditated. Large vibrations too, definitely a sandworm and a big one. Even for the seasoned hunted, it was difficult to tell where it would come up if it came up at all. 

The Nunh grabbed his long bow made of sleek light oak wood. The bow was of a good quality, as obvious by the handiwork and the light detailing down its curve. His eyes scanned the ground for his quiver, and with a swift motion he secured the quiver about his torso. He after all, never moved anywhere without a weapon these days. Although he perhaps would have preferred a lance or a sword, his bow would work equally well if there was a sandworm sneaking about. 

He rose to his feet quickly and followed the distant feeling of the sand's movement beneath his feet. Long had he tracked sandworms, and following the sand's vibration was no easy task even for the most skilled hunter. K'yohko focused solely on the ground in front of him, looking for the telltale signs of a tunneling sandworm. The sands shifted in front of him without anyone stepping there, and as he tracked the beast the vibrations became stronger. Just where was the beast going? 

K'yohko looked up again from the sand, his sharp eyes picking up three distant figures directly in the way of the sandworm's path. K'nahli and K'mih of course he recognized instantly, K'ile a quick third. The man's flaming hair was very good for picking him out in a crowd or among the sands. 

"Move!" the Nunh barked sharply, picking up an arrow from his quiver and readying it along his bow. He moved with precision as the worm picked up speed. The ground shook beneath them violently before the sands burst forward naught but a few feet before the trio and an enormous sand worm brought free with a roar. Sand worms were usually large, but this one in particular was larger than the rest. 

'An alpha?' K'yohko thought quickly. He clicked his tongue in irritation. If he let K'mih or K'nahli get hurt while he was here... It couldn't happen. He wouldn't let such a thing happen. K'yohko pulled back on the bow, lining up the arrow as he dashed forward to get a better shot. He couldn't wait to get to the front of the beast, he had to shoot now. K'yohko released the arrow, letting it fly true and straight into the weakest portion of the side of the beast's head. The arrow dug in past the jointed scales and deep into the fleshy portion. With a cry, the worm turned to its attacker, but the nunh had no sooner shot the arrow than pulled out another one and was ready. As it roared again in anger, K'yohko shot again. This time, the arrow flew straight into the beast's open mouth, puncturing its throat. The sandworm flailed and tried to roar, but the airways were flooding with blood and it began to choke on its own blood.