K'nahli

The girl was doing remarkably well to keep up pace with K'nahli, at least relatively to what K'nahli had been expecting. Her footwork wasn't entirely without flaw but that was certainly to be expected from someone whom had not lived long as a huntress. Even in the sandy regions further south of her, the huntresses had taken great care to train themselves to be very lightfooted. That way, even in the calmest of days, their prints would not last long before being swept away by the concealing wind and throwing any potential predators(namely Amalj'aa) off of their trail. A highly valuable skill in post-calamity years when everyone and everything had been thrown array. Though leaving tracks would seem to be less of an issue in this area, the skill certainly would seem to hold massive potential for them. K'nahli's maroon eyes flicked over K'tahjha briefly as the girl came to meet with her near the summit. The blue-haired girl offered her younger counterpart a nod in approval before, slowly, she crawled her way toward the top of the hill in careful preparation to inspect the land beyond. There was a strange scent that had been provoking at the girl's senses since before even departing in the direction she had, but like most scents in this new land, it was completely alien to her. It was best not to get hers or anyone else's hopes up so readily, no matter how strong it would seemed to have been getting as they drew in closer on their destination. The hill's summit had been laced over with numerous strings of loose rock that, if stepped upon too rashly, could easily create sufficient noise to warn and scare off any prey. Noting such, K'nahli took great care as she stalked her way slowly upward, offering a slight gesture back toward K'tahjha that suggested she wait where she was until K'nahli was ready. Reaching the top, the archer's sharply, narrowed eyes fearlessly peered over the hilltop to finally take the chance to inspect the source of the mysterious scent that had been teasing her senses. "......!" K'nahli could scarce believe her eyes, so much so that she had almost forgotten herself as she propped herself up a little too high to get a better view of what she was seeing. Numerous, large and strange beasts indeed occupied the lands below. Their presumably, thick hides were coated with a heavy layer of fur that reeked with the heavy scent she had earlier picked up on. That must be it... what K'yhaega was talking about. Miqo'te have the fortune to have an unrivalled olfactory sense, enough so that they can pick up on even the considerably weaker scents of a sandworm's putrid breath or a sanddrake's sulphuric essence, but creatures like these that were far more common in the northern lands were indeed remarkably easier to detect; and not only that, but various other scents, weakler though they may right now, littered the area around her. Each one was unique but distinct and similar in but one important matter - this was the abundant smell of prey. Despite K'nahli's reckless response, however, the beasts at least continued to remain unaware of her presence above. The girl continued to gaze upon their prey for a few seconds longer before sinking back out of view once again. Her troubles had seemed to have been momentarily stolen completely away from her after being presented with such a sight. Never in a long time had they been blessed with such a generous bounty; their hides alone would serve countless other uses on top of all else, and even more, these beasts would surely prove a new challenge on their own - a detail that K'nahli would normally take great interest in. Her anxiously drawn eyes stared absently before herself for a moment in thought before she then turned to focus on K'tahjha. "Can I trust you to find your way back? I would have you relay something to K'iara" she spoke low and bluntly.

Couple of random screens of my hyur, Andre Winter, since I felt like editing today. If you're a big fan of Kan-E-Senna then you may not want to look at the image below. Affection included...! ;w;

K'iara wasted no time with setting K'nahli to work and lucky it was that K'nahli had not tarried much longer with sending her gaze toward the older huntress's direction lest she have missed the order and earned further disfavour that night. A quick and stoic nod indicated the girl's understanding before she quickly returned her gaze toward K'tahjha, meeting with the younger girl's emerald eyes before uttering an almost soundless whisper in her direction: "Stay close". With little delay, the archer hastily pushed forward into the welcoming, shroud of the evening's, falling darkness. Under normal circumstances the girl might have instead instructed K'tahjha to remain with the main party for the time being. After all, the very first excursion, and one held immediately preceding the quickly approaching night at that, was not truly the ideal time to have the young girl earn some experience with scouting in the ill-imagined event that she might only serve to scare any potential quarry off. Still, K'nahli had not the nerve nor the energy to do so right now. The path of least resistance was most alluring right now, even if the risks of drama later on were not beyond the realms of possibility. **** **** **** **** Darkness was no true companion of the sunseeker miqo'te, but it was a ritual long-since adapted to in the harsh years directly following the calamity. Though they were stripped of their fiendishly, perceptive eyesight during these hours, the Hipparion tribe's hunters and huntresses were certainly not to be underestimated. The fleet-footed girl quickly scurried her away across the landscape in a north-easterly direction, effectively dodging between the obstructing brambles and over loose gravel in an admirable and, so far, successful effort to avoid making any sound at all. In truth it was but a childish matter of discerning the environment around her by dodging between the subtle but perceivably darker silhouettes that decorated the barren floor around her. The whole experience certainly was something new, and surely in better days, something that she would quickly learn to find both exciting and truly invigorating. Merely moving forward, even with a cautiously reduced pace, consumed a lot more energy in a short space of time than it would have in less taxing environment of Sagolii - where the sandy dunes loyally betrayed little-to-no sound, even for the more heavy-footed of hunters; but even so, that would only be something that would make it all the more interesting to K'nahli. The thrill of a hunt and the new challenges that it would pose... even now, somewhere deep inside her it still tickled at her stomach, though hopefully someday soon she would allow herself to truly and wholly appreciate this new experience. Even in this new environment, the agile girl would normally be far more swift with this particular duty; though regardless of her large absence of mind right now, she could not neglect to remember that the young and ill-experienced K'tahjha was in close pursuit of her - for a variety of reasons. Coming to a slow halt near the summit of a softly-sloped hill, K'nahli brought herself to a more stealthy crouch as she turned to cast her eyes back toward K'tahjha and observe her progress.

K'nahli found herself blending in with the gathering huntresses as they all awaited the final order to begin the ceremony. Though both her disinterested arrival and quickly selected destination seemed to be chosen at random, she still somehow managed to find herself near the edges of the group, away from the majority of the activity where many more of the huntresses socialized amongst one another and grew further anxious to finally begin the long-awaited hunt. The sound of bowstrings tensing in inspection and stone and steel both, being grated against and sharpened with whetstones passed over her ears as but a single, dull noise that hummed lowly in the background as she passed them all by and drew to an eventual halt herself. She paused for only a second before also removing her weapon from over the body and giving it a slow yet seemingly close glance-over. Not that she'd likely have noticed right now even had it not been, but her bow had, as always, been in pristine condition. To the girl whose bow and the art of archery alike meant far more than just a means to provide her family with food - alongside the seldom but more shamefully enjoyed right to kill -, it was simply something that came naturally to her. Tending to her weapon every night to ensure it remained of the highest standard was as much a ritual for her as it was to breathe in the air around her. The girl's thumb grazed gently across the finished surface as her eyes lay absently upon the wood's running grain. Her mind refused to allow her even the tiniest sense of indulgence in the fact that this was an activity that could normally rival no other for her.... and so she apparently remained, the only odd one from the group that had an entirely lacking sense of enthusiasm as a huntress and sister should. The bustling excitement from those around her loaned to her ability to remain largely undetected and unnoticed even by those who resided nearby. It seemed that no time had passed at all until K'tahjha had returned with K'luha's response. K'nahli's eyes very briefly met with K'tahjha's. Hers still very, clearly lacked their usual fire but perhaps it was something that would not go noticed by the youth, not that it was truly a concern of K'nahli's. Considering the idea that anyone might even ask about her well-being was a thought that yet lingered far away from her mind at the moment, an unnecessary concern that would remain lost amidst a sea far more important matters. A stoic yet understanding nod was her answer before she smoothly returned her eyes forward once again to look out into the darkening landscape that soon would embrace, protect and hopefully too, provide for them all a new and better life than the one they had known for the past number of years.

K'nahli stopped in her tracks, albeit did not so much as attempt to shift her weak gaze away from the ground before her. K'tahjha was certainly an unusual girl, and in truth, K'nahli resented the idea of anyone watching her so closely right now. Would that she were even able to contribute the hunt was a question in itself but perhaps rejection of the girl's request would only bring questions... or further drama.... further noise. "Do as you will" she answered bluntly yet with a somber tone before continuing to slowly walk forward again. "See to it that K'luha permits such and then come find me, however; as I will not bear responsibility for your well-being."

Her mind had been far too preoccupied with tending to the false sincerity that was needed to encourage every little lie that had slipped off of her tongue as she spoke to fully acknowledge the relieving feeling of her father's grip over her quickly loosening with each and every sentence that she would nervously spit out, but as her sense of awareness slowly crawled back to her, it served to both encourage and worry her. She had made the conscious decision to do this, to take the blame for K'mih after having nearly condemned her to her father's prying concerns, and yet the result for herself was something that she seemed to fear almost as much as she anxiously embraced it. Regardless of how unreadable the nuhn may have thought himself, he did not hesitate long with revealing his complete disgust with the matter. Though her travelling glances were short and few in number, she could quickly detect even the most subtle of contortions as the nuhn recoiled in both horror and disbelief. Not a moment too soon the girl had suddenly being relieved of the horrible intimacy that his leering and threatening presence had imposed upon her with the encounter. To be free his great weight against her was as much a blessing as it was a damnable curse, however. After all, she had achieved what she had intended from the second that she decided to defend K'mih... but simultaneously she had almost certainly lost everything that she had been looking to reclaim since the calamity had stolen her mind from her. Yes, the girl had succeeded in her deceit. K'yohko Nuhn, her father, he now wholly believed that it was the elder daughter whom was in sin. Now at the very least she could be assured K'mih was safe from suspect; K'ile's unwanted knowledge of the matter could now be dismissed as mistaken identity should he ever seek the desire to bring it up for whatever sadistic intent he may yet harbour for the nuhn. Yes, though not perfect, the deed had been done now... yet the little solace she had intended to achieve in the process was something that the girl struggled to tear away from the implicating shadows of consequence that now loomed over her. Even as she refrained from so easily submitting to the idea that the nuhn had not forsaken her to a life absent of his presence, a worrisome feeling continuously tore away at her heart as she lay there with her thoughts a moment longer. With a near-noiseless heave, K'nahli slowly pushed herself up to a seated position as K'yohko slowly backed away from her. Her trembling hands folded inward across her chest to complete the anxiety-drunken form that sat shamefully before the purple-haired hunter. The man was a difficult person to read but that reaction was unmistakable, even for the short and indirect gazes that she could manage to bear against him in that moment... but of course, what else could he have felt from such a revelation? How could she have doubted him of something that came so naturally to everyone? K'mih was but an exception to many things... to think that she actually feared any other possible reaction from this.... what in the seven hells had she been thinking? Pulling away her gaze from him yet again, K'nahli's fists tightened with the coming of a new thought. The repulsion he must have felt, the sickening feelings of disgust and despisal that he must have felt for her right now.... she could only imagine what it would have done to K'mih. Even as she continued to hold her own ill-conceived accusations against the man in her heart, even as she refused to so easily let go of the idea that he, before this, no longer had an interest in seeing her as a daughter anything like he saw K'mih... this was almost too much for her, as a willful daughter to bear. K'nahli certainly had hardened over the years and become a bitter shell of her former self, but to voluntarily create an even greater divide between herself and her father was something that she greatly lacked the capacity to remain truly resilient against, even now. A shaken hand reached to soothingly massage the red band drawn across wrist of the other from where the nuhn's firm grip had held her down. It was strange how uncomfortable the distance she had moments ago so badly yearned for suddenly felt. Was this not the man whom she had felt complete and utter spite for not two minutes ago? Now he was leaving her well enough alone... and more.... yet the girl could not pull even an onze of satisfaction from the thought. She had not given up on those angry thoughts that had driven her into the position she now found herself in and yet the result felt far worse than she could have ever imagined it would have. "We will never speak of this again" the nuhn's final words interrupted her thoughts before be swiftly turned his back on her to take his departure to what could only possibly be a more comfortable setting than the one she had provided. She, like him, found herself unable to look upon him fully even now as he had turned his back on her. Instead, his form lingered in the periphery of her vision - like a fleeting, dark shadow, quickly melting into the surrounding darkness. ".....I'm sorry.." the words finally slipped out, loud enough for him to hear, would he have let himself do so. Long had she wanted to sincerely say those words to her father since first truly angering him on the day that K'ailia had shamed them with her presence, but never had her pride easily allowed her the opportunity to do so. The girl, however, still could not bring herself to even confirm that he had so much as heard her. Slowly she returned herself to her feet, maroon eyes painted through with the bleak appearance of loss as they focused absently on the ground below her. For a few moments that, for her, seemed to drag on for several minutes, she remained alone and lost there in the silence of the darkening night before she would finally find herself greeted by yet another voice that had emerged from the wilderness. "K'nahli? I thought you were out hunting?" K'nahli's gaze half-heartedly searched for the source of the familiar voice though her expression loaned no new feelings to the moment, not anger, not embarrassment, not even a shy attempt to conceal her evidently torn out heart. Her gaze slowly scanned over K'tahjha with a look that lacked any form of interest or shame before slowly retreating back to the ground again. "...Yes, I'll be leaving now" she added quietly, slowly taking a couple of steps forward to leave the curious girl behind her.

Ohh, I see. I was on my other character whom doesn't have any classes levelled, but there was nothing on the market that hinted it's existence earlier so I assumed that they were non-tradable. Thank you very much.

Sorry if this doesn't deserve a topic but does anyone know how exactly I can acquire the Emperor's accessories? I read that a certain NPC sells them but that particular NPC only gives me dialogue and no actual shop list.

"Keep your tongue in check or I will check it for you." The words sent a cold shiver down K'nahli's spine. Every snarled syllable oozed with a thick and potent venom that violently threatened the girl's mere well-being, a level of aggression unlike any that she had ever seen from the nuhn, something not even comparable to the outburst from their encounter previous. The girl's defiantly, fierce expression slowly slipped away as she gradually crumbled beneath his dominating anger, his words nearly falling on deaf ears as the mere toxicity of them together with his overwhelming aura had pushed her back into an offspring's realm of fear and anxiety. Her lips subtly parted in a failed attempt to speak through his anger, though whatever it was that she had tried to interrupt him with was lost forever beneath the nuhn's closing claim. "......!?" "If you will not answer me, I will chose you as my mate so you may feel the proper shame for your actions." ("Wh-What kind of threat is.... punishment or no, such a thing could never be permitted... could it? Could it really?"). Questions by the dozens raced through K'nahli's head as her father, K'yohko, had wittingly succeeded with his intimidation tactics, vulgar as his attempt perceivably would have been viewed. As though the nuhn's anger wasn't an overwhelming aspect on it's own, now the girl was left doubting if such a horrendous punishment was even a possible outcome for her. Permitted or no, would he actually be capable of such a thing, for the sake of shaming her into behaving as a daughter to he... no, the Hipparion tribe should? K'nahli turned her head away to break eye contact once again as she found herself no longer able to handle his perpetually, piercing stare. Even without looking at him she could feel those raw, amethyst eyes burning holes clear through the side of her head, causing her to resume fidgeting, her eyes unable to focus on any one spot for very long, though never straying too close back toward his. The girl's weak chest heaved a few more times with quickly-drawn breaths brought along by her swell of anxiety before finally, she eventually managed to reclaim some control of herself once again in tune with a long and deep breath taken to help soothe her restless nerves. She had to just get it over with she thought to herself... to get out of this deplorable situation she just had to do something... "K'mih.... she is..." the girl began, though her sentence fell far, short of completion. K'nahli halted again in her speech, her nerves and reluctance to speak clearly taking a toll on her ability to continue. Surely K'yohko was aware of that much. The girl blinked slowly a few times, gathering her thoughts together as she prepared herself for a torture far less bearable than any lashings would have proven. Despite the intensity of this moment, such a thing, her persistent state of angst, was actually not entirely bad it would seem, as a final thought crossed the girl's mind as she worked herself up, swallowing hard in a futile attempt to soothe her drying throat before continuing to speak. "A number of moons ago.. I confided something in K'mih....something that I had her swear to secrecy..." K'nahli finally began speaking once again. Her sentences were a little, more composed now, but still saturated with hesitation, and now, a very new and strong emotion that for once, was not anger. "..And, being that the matter somewhat involved you, I..." she trailed off, her eyes deliberately refraining from eye contact as she summoned up all of her remaining strength she had to continue speaking as her eyes searched in all directions as though they were through her memory. "The last evening before we commenced our trip to Forgotten Springs... do you remember what happened after you had come back bloodied and injured?" she asked simply yet rhetorically. Her tone has changed slightly now as she seemed to be recalling something particularly hurtful, though it had a level of confidence that she lacked when beginning with discussing the events prior to the change of setting. "I wanted to help you toward the tent and tend to your wounds... and in return, you.. willingly threw me aside and declared me an "idiot child"....and yet... not even ten minutes of light had been lost from the day before I then found you happily allowing K'mih tend to your injuries..." she reminded him while silently grating her teeth behind closed lips. Her anger had returned for a brief visit as she hesitantly recalled the events for her father, though it had been concealed for the most part. "Mock me if you will but....I didn't..." she struggled to continue, changing the direction of her gaze once more as her expression contorted bitterly, the girl now feeling even more frustrated and vulnerable for having been forced to speak of her private thoughts to him like this. "...It angered me to see you choosing her over me as though I had less worth...." she finally managed to explain with a different wording. The girl fought against all urges to search her father's eyes for his reaction though the humiliation of having to admit such a thing was already overwhelming for the normally, solitary girl. Looking at him now could well and easily break her, and that could not happen. She needed to be strong for what came next. "...but it is not so simple as that either..." she added with great and noticeable reluctance after what felt like an immensely, lengthy pause. "That day prior, the day I was with K'mih.... she had brought up the topic of... coupling with a nuhn. I... lent her my ear and she told me of her feelings, that she were unready, far too nervous to even contemplate such a step in her life." K'nahli explained slowly as she recalled that day's details, now being oppressed with further guilt for having exposed her sister's feelings like this in the process of explaining herself. "Though she feared that her mother would expect it of her sooner than she herself were willing to and so......" K'nahli trailed off again as her voice grew more fragile with anxiety. Her eyes glazed over with a thin, veil of moisture as she found herself choking even harder on her own words as they were forced out from her throat. She wanted to beg K'yohko to let her go and not have her continue any further with this charade... but she already knew that it would only be a futile effort to try and reason with him now, and pleading with the nuhn here would only make it harder for her to continue. "...and so I told her something of myself that I thought might help ease her mind... though perhaps... no, I am certain that it was just so I no longer had to carry the burden alone to myself any longer...." she finally continued with a forced voice that so, very, nearly broke under her shattering nerves. The girl's eyes began to water even more noticeably now, holding just shy of forming actual tears as she was slowly losing the ability to completely contain herself any longer. Though distorted, K'yohko was going to get the answer that he wanted. "I told her that there was only one nuhn that I would consider for myself... and that I would never accept any other option... and so.. I told her that I would be happiest to never see our nuhn lose that position... even if it were not a path a daughter could take...regardless...." K'nahli blurted out with much hesitation, her eyes now turning as far away from K'yohko's unrelenting stare as she could possibly force them to. "Un-..derstandably, K'mih was disturbed by my feelings... if you found that she had ever been behaving unusually then it were most likely on my behalf" K'nahli commenced with even more half-truths as she sought any possible means to cover the trail from K'mih's actions up until now. Though they were not lies that could easily be said in any circumstances, the situation as K'yohko had thrusted upon her had served well to help disguise her ulterior reluctance. Surely K'yohko would not know the difference... he had no reason to think otherwise. "I.... I am not ignorant to the many wrongs that such feelings would suggest... in spite of telling her, I was and am not even hopeful that I could somehow be understood for it..." she continued with an intensifying stutter, but a subtly growing confidence for having overcome the biggest hurdle. "...it's shameful, repulsive.... and not something that I had intended on sharing.... least of all with you...." she added with a shameful tone while very briefly managing to pass a short glance sidewards toward him before retracting it away once again. "...And so, you are wrong father... I would not feel the shame that you think were you to choose me as you have threatened.." she added once more with a notably, greater reluctance this time. The girl deliberately shifted her body again, in part feigning an imaginary discomfort for feeling so very exposed to him now in this situation, though in a way emulating some of those insecurities that her own charade had now made her appear. The girl's face was flushed with an even brighter shade of red from the one previous. The act alone was so horrible to have to "admit" to, but it was self-catering in the sense that her embarrassment from the lie had actually made it more believable. It was a small consolation that she were grateful for. However, regardless of how well or badly K'yohko were to take this mock revelation, she would now have to carry the shame of it around for every encounter that she would have with him, small and large. Even in this moment where she could only feel anger and spite for her father, knowing that she had carved an even larger and permanent channel between them to further distance them was something discomfortingly unnerving to the young archer. In the end, however, she was only trying to protect K'mih in the only way that she felt she could. It was a dangerous game that she were playing, but she needed to use everything that she possibly could to deter K'yohko from detecting K'mih's trail should he be in any way's suspicious. So, now he knew. Now she could see for herself what would be made of such a situation without.

"Hah.." K'nahli scoffed mockingly as her eyes searched to her surroundings yet again for any excuse to avoid the persistent eye contact her father forced upon her with the situation. "This sudden interest is a stranger to your usual ways, is it not? Should K'ile be playing spectator then I doubt this compares to the attributes he oh-so admired in K'thalen" she retorted, meeting his eyes again now. "...If this is yet another weakly-conceived ruse of yours to quell the rivalry which he holds for you then you would be best seeking counsel with others before your next ploy" K'nahli added bitterly in an attempt to evade the full weight of the question he had posed upon her. Her nimble form was weak and powerless beneath his massive strength and so she had finally ceased struggling, though as she paused between sentences she found herself fidgeting slightly against his weight and grip upon her which had been growing increasingly, more uncomfortable; filling the short silence with the soft scrapings of cloth against brittle dirt. K'nahli's eyes shifted away for a moment as Kyohko's words echoed in her head once more. Though her intent had been to stray as far as possible from the stage she could not let one detail go unacknowledged. The girl bit down tightly on the inside of her lip as she found herself unable to contain her thoughts and to refrain from continuing. "...And.. I do not hate my sister. The very fact that you would even suggest such a thing is an insult" she answered firmly, looking him deep in the eye this time. "I have done nothing to hurt K'mih... I would never...."

K'nahli let slip a startled gasp as she was suddenly thrown to the ground by an unseen force with great speed. She grunted sharply as she landed heavily on her back, sliding a short distance in the process as a result of the unanticipated attack - the force of which having left her momentarily dazed; though thanks to the brittle ground, not particularly hurt at least. Her eyes, having braced themselves for the impending impact with the ground before her, had still been sealed, tightly shut by the time she realised that whatever had knocked her down was in fact a person, a person whose perceivably, large form was still on top of her, deliberately pinning her down with a strength that she could not hope to rival. Though she struggled little at first, it was easy to tell then and there that she would be unable to move so long as she was restrained like this. A blurred silhouette, burned against the night sky greeted her as her eyes slowly drew open once again, straining slightly against a faint but niggling pain that could be felt near the back of her head following the collision. It had all happened so fast that she hadn't even considered the possibility of whom or what it could have been...this person..... before her sharp gaze, now returning to focus, had finally revealed the answer to the girl. Mere ilms away, locked fierce and relentlessly against her own fragile stare were those familiar, stony eyes of her father, piercing through that of her own at a highly, discomforting proximity. "What..." her voice trailed off for a moment as she fell lost within his mysterious gaze. Her tone was neutral, almost as though her voice hadn't even decided what emotion it should emulate for this given scenario, something so sudden and unpredicted. Even as he spoke, K'nahli could only hesitate for a few seconds longer to let the whole matter sink in. "....what in the seven hells is the matter with you?! Let go of me!" she finally hissed angrily while beginning to struggle in a vain attempt to free her arms from beneath her father's grasp, regardless of how hopeless it seemed to even K'nahli herself. In truth, had it been anyone else then she'd have not hesitated to deliver a strike with her knee to her captor's abdominin, though the girl was not completely without her wits. As much as she despised her father's actions in this moment, such a thing was impossible - even for her, whom was displaying an ever-increasing lack of due respect for those around her. K'nahli continued fidgeting in an attempt to slip free or at least persuade him to release her, though she was quickly realising, however, that her father would not relent given the extent he had so unexpectedly taken this too. It was not unlikely that she would have to tell him something, and soon.

K'nahli was drawn to a gradual halt upon hearing that icy voice call out toward her. The mere sound of it in that moment was enough to cause her expression to wrinkle up with utter disdain. That miqo'te truly had a lot of nerve to suggest that she was in a position of wrongdoing. To apologise, even. How arrogant could he truly get? Her frustration quickly manifested itself through the subtle shaking that her clenched fists had commenced down, along by her sides; though the discreet yet irritating tremors that had suddenly possessed control of her body had quickly subsided as the girl stole a deep breath of the night air - causing them to vanish again almost as quickly as they had appeared. "Mayhap then you are hoping that I do not stop walking...." she answered snidely without so much as looking back at the nuhn. He was not one to mince words and she had no reason to doubt that he truly would allow the elders to see to dealing with her, but in that moment it really did not matter to K'nahli. All that she knew was that she was angry. He made her angry. She made her angry. Precisely as to why either of them did oddly continued to elude her still. A further infuriating concept that only seemed to try and undermine her own right to be angry and serve as yet another voice in her head that would tell her she was simply wrong. "Do as you see fit, father, but my presence is required elsewhere right now.... as is yours..." K'nahli added after a couple of seconds delay, waiting nary a moment longer before continuing her pace forward - with only a trace of hesitation impeding her first step - as she recommenced her walk toward the outskirts of the camp.

I imagine this would be difficult for anyone playing the "guard" role as I have a feeling most people will play super-elusive or simply ignore the fact that the person of authority has the real potential to detain them. Regardless, I hope it goes as well as possible for you all ^^

Ahhh..... I was just telling Clover that I felt silly as always for how ridiculously I react to compliments like that(I get really embarrassed...). I am such a girl, seriously *laughs* Thank you though ^^ ;;;; I really appreciate your comment and, on some level, I'm sure she would too if she knew how to handle such a thing.

K'nahli and Eye I'd reiterate that, like K'rahto, this is also a one-sided thing but really, anything involving K'nahli romance-wise is pretty much guaranteed to be one-sided anyways. (Oh God this still creeps me out if I look at it for more than a few seconds, hahahahaha)

Hahaha, I sort of felt the same but I don't have much money left to begin with and I'm a bit out of the loop. Do you think it'd be okay to attempt without the Dodore belt and the other new accessories that add a bit of CP?

Probably get back to studying a language, the past few days I've just been revising what I already know instead of learning more so I should use the chance I guess.

Ahh, hahaha

I'm not familiar with this joke but I am curious to know why he's a meme!(?)

I'm not sure I understand. If you wanted to avoid having a plot then why are you even suggesting being an antagonist? Why kind of RP could you possibly be seeking from people without some sort of foundation to run off of? Do you want your character to be a villain(and therefore have an objective/goals) or do you just want him to be a jerk to people that are against his personal cause? I'm not adverse to having a plot at all. However, having one usually means I have to take the time to plan stuff out, herd folks together, see if they're even interested in whatever plot I'm cooking up in the first place, see if they're free to RP with me and if our schedules even match, etc - which, while very rewarding if successful - can also be very time-consuming. Unfortunately, I don't really have a lot of free time these days, which is the one and only reason why orchestrating a plot just to play an antagonist is kind of a bummer for me. A lot of my RP on characters these days develops naturally and organically just by interacting with people and engaging with them. I was hoping there was a way to RP a character with a more villainous slant with people in a similar way - where rivalry, challenge, and opposition is organic and develops on its own, which was why I made this thread hoping for any tips. I guess I'll just have to sit and think more on what I want and whether those things can even be achievable RPing in a more organic way or if I *have* to plan out a ton of stuff in advance. Oh no, I understand that... but imagine you were in a perfect world where no-one minded how you treated their characters, then what would you hope to go for when engaging with normal people? Or is it just that you genuinely have no idea how you should/want to interact with people but want to explore a villainous dynamic in the hopes that something eventually forms unto itself? (Even with the latter I don't totally understand since without a plot concept then I don't know how you are hoping for things to progress for yourself). Anyways, sorry if I am asking too many questions or being annoying! ;

I'm not sure I understand. If you wanted to avoid having a plot then why are you even suggesting being an antagonist? Why kind of RP could you possibly be seeking from people without some sort of foundation to run off of? Do you want your character to be a villain(and therefore have an objective/goals) or do you just want him to be a jerk to people that are against his personal cause?

Haha, this.

Unlike her more fragile, younger sister, K'nahli felt no discomfort for having met with the gaze of those deceptively, innocent gems. There was no reason to, after all; she had convinced herself of that much. Like most of the events and that had transpired since the beginning of the ceremony, K'mih's performance, spontaneous and unexpected as it had been, failed to hold well against K'nahli's fleeting levels of interest. The huntress's maroon eyes had remained focused upon her younger sister, but her effect on K'nahli were as the fire that had been observed up until then, largely present within her vision but almost entirely transparent to her interests. For that very reason, it was odd that K'nahli had even managed to notice it, but somehow she had certainly picked up on it. Those short but repetitive gazes that travelled to a particular place in the audience. Somehow distinct from the casual movement her eyes would make as they slowly ventured out over and across the entirety of her spectating family while the performance continued on, yet nothing plainly obvious to the common observer either. With an initial flicker of hesitation, K'nahli then found her head involuntarily tilting toward the direction that K'mih's gaze had seemed to be travelling... and as it drew to a stop she could immediately recognise the destination of her young sister's interests, even from amidst the crowd of miqo'te. K'yohko Nuhn... but of course. Why was her gaze suddenly turning sour, the fiery-eyed huntress would ask herself in vain, though in spite of herself, she allowed little time to dwell upon that curious question and instead returned to her usual habits of allowing her petty frustrations and anger to consume her mind wholly, stealing her away from the outside world until all sound faded away to a monotonous and dulled roar... and all colour drained away to a lifeless, shade of grey. Her fierce eyes could no longer keep themselves on the enemy that was that pink-haired miqo'te for the remainder of the dance, and instead, remained fixed absently upon the base of the great bonfire whose ferocity seemed to be in competition with the girl's rotten thoughts as it spat and roared dangerously mere yalms before her. *** The ceremony had ended; K'mih had moved out of immediate sight and the elders taken their leave. Indecipherable murmurs could be heard all about her as the hunters and huntresses of the tribe anxiously turned and made their way away from the fire in preparation to set out for the eagerly, anticipated hunt. K'nahli was not among them. For a few short moments she had remained unmoving upon the same spot that she had been standing on up until now, eyes focused down toward the ground with a contemptuous glare corrupting her otherwise, youthful features. There was another presence that lingered nearby, a dark and hateful presence as K'nahli saw it, whom deliberately remained in the silence along with her merely to spite the young girl... though in truth, there really was little reason for the nuhn to be hurrying off anywhere in any case. He would not be participating in the hunt after all. Her father, K'yohko, lay far outside of where her vision lay, but she had no doubt in her mind about who it was that remained nonetheless. His stench mocked her senses and slowly pushed her agitation to higher limits in those long and drawn out seconds of isolation where he arrogantly invaded her moment of solitude. How ironic it was to have such feelings toward him when in truth it was her who was waiting to be alone with him. With a slow blink, K'nahli raised her head once more, pulling her gaze away from the churning flames whose flickering light seemed to paint her expression with a weak, facade of calmness. Though much softer now, her deceptive expression could not be mistaken for anything other than what it truly was; anger. "You should apologise to your daughter, K'yohko" she spoke suddenly with a cold tone. Her voice was loud enough for the man to hear her but luckily not so much that she would be overheard by their tribekin, not that she had deliberately tried against doing so. Her self-inflicted isolation the past few suns had not rendered her ignorant to most of the goings-on within the tribe and nor had she been ignorant to her father's task for the coming night. Likewise, it was safe to assume that K'mih hadn't been either, or so she figured. "And maybe explain to her why, for once, you can't choose her" she added with venom as a deepening shadow was cast across her face, having now turn away from the towering flames to abandon her father to the meaning of those words.

Hahaha, I am guilty of a similar feeling but at the same time I sometimes feel anxious for the fact www "What do you want from me? WHAT DO YOU WANT???"