K'nahli

I know it wasn't ;; People were just staying on the safe side so that in case you actually were serious, that mindset wasn't encouraged, haha. Okay I really must run to sleep now.. *collapses*

For a totally on-topic statement, we should all make one lalafel or Roeg each and on some particular day at some particular time, just log on, band together and just run through the streets of Ul'dah and out into the world. *sighs* Magnificent.

I see it now, but it certainly felt that way. :blush: The purpose of my asking for lore is to avoid any misleading information by word of mouth, as well as a chance to finally create my character, as I've felt I've hit a wall with her until I could gather more information. But I can see how my joke started the debate. I haven't been on the forums for months as I always forgot to get on, and I haven't been focusing on playing FF until now, but I bet if I had gotten on I would have known about the debate and either worded the joke better or avoid it altogether. >_< I just wanted to understand the race better since they don't provide much in game or on the main website. That, or I missed it somehow? Either way, the lore and insight in this thread will help me create my character better. I'm new to RP and FF in general, so I want to make her the best way I can without looking like an idiot. Or insulting anyone. o_o The debate would have happened either way, I'm sure. No need to worry yourself over it ^^ ; People are just afraid to let those opinions slip by for the previously mentioned reasons(I say opinion since it was unclear if you were joking... as is the case with sensitive topics, ahah). In any case, there's no glorified lore that you must adhere to. You don't need to adhere to any for that matter. If you choose a Seeker/Keeper name though then just be sure to find some connection as to why your character followed tribal naming conventions and you're sorted. Anything else is totally up to you.

I'm not saying that they're not cutely designed, they are. But I don't believe that their physical appearance is terribly indicative of how they act, and their reputation with the world at large according to world lore/NPC interaction. And I don't think that I read into anything that you said, when you said the above. If you were trying to refer simply to player/racial stereotypes, which you seemed to be mostly doing so with the Miqo'te description, then you should preface with that. As it was, it did not come across that way. Though I think that Kismet did a good job of summing up my feelings on the matter: To US they are silly, to Eorzeans they are nothing strange I believe. Also I doubt that many lalafells behave in such a cute manner anyways. They are just created as such for the gamer's enjoyment.

Your joke was formed under a concept that many people believe - or at least want to believe. Any debates or criticisms weren't targeted at you but rather the idea that you jabbed at because its a controversial topic that has appeared many times before. A lot of people have these misguided conceptions of the race as a whole and for those of us who play miqo'te, it feels almost insulting. Implying that the Seeker culture is something created under an idea of promiscuity and with erotic intentions is just wrong on so many levels and it makes the whole culture out to be something so grossly shallow and primal when its not. In any case, to reiterate, none of this was targeted at you. No-one meant any offence... same as you meant none toward Sunseekers either.

Nor does it change what has been explicitly stated by the devs. You folk need to stop letting your own cultural biases color your understanding of a society that is clearly not based around monogamy. It's highly disingenuous to distinguish Keeper and Seeker cultures by labeling them matriarchal vs. patriarchal, especially when the former culture is being OOCly misunderstood due to looking at it through the lens of monogamy-bias and rather inaccurate and misapplied comparisons to lion tribes. I am not talking about monogamy. I am talking about the real power of the position. Lack of holding official or even unofficial leadership of the grouping doesn't change the fact that he has power over determining the future generation. This can easily lead to all sorts of horrific abuses. Saying "Well he doesn't officially lead the tribe" doesn't matter then. I don't understand your point. Assuming it was a situation where the tribe only had one nuhn(which wouldn't be entirely ideal I imagine), then even if he suddenly got it in his head that he can do whatever he wanted because he has an important role, it doesn't change the fact that he can just as easily be replaced by someone less erratic and selfish. He's doing himself no favours by testing his luck and behaving however he wants. I don't see why a nuhn would be exempt from disciplinary action executed by the tribe leaders. Last thing he'd want is to get himself exiled for even killed just because he was feeling a little arrogant.

Except that the majority of in-game lore and representation of Miqo'te shows they pretty much are Hyur with cat features. The cultures of Eorzea are homogenized. It's a cultural mixing pot that has been around each other for thousands of years. I grow tired of seeing so many people latch onto this misconstrued notion that Miqo'te are still prominently tribal in nature because they aren't. The only tribe of Sunkeepers represented in-game are the exception rather than the rule. 95% of Miqo'te NPC population has nothing to do with tribes, including all prominant Miqo'te NPC's involved with the storyline. So people who play Miqo'te as Hyur with cat ears and a tail. They're doing it right. Thats precisely the point. The concept is that because both can be found in the civilized world, miqo'te are thought to be chosen rather often simply for aesthetics whereas few people(comparatively) decide to choose the race for the tribal aspect which presents an interesting lore. Again, I can't say this with absolute certainty but I believe that people with this notion weren't suggesting that city miqo'te were 'doing it wrong', but rather they were saddened by the idea that so many people opted for the race purely for aesthetics and just ignored the lore opportunities. However, was it stated somewhere that such a large percentage of miqo'te lived in the civilized world? I accepted that I was the minority but I didn't think it to be that grave.

I am not insulting the op. There is an assumption that certain character concepts are "Better" done as a Midlander. I want to know why? Midlanders aren't given any thing special. They have no unique culture, nothing to hang a story off of. What makes a Character a Midlander, what makes a concept intrinsically of a Midlander experience. That argument isn't to state that Midlanders have a certain background that many miqo'te are running with. Its simply because miqo'te are the closest visual comparative to midlanders(or hyurs) with the addition of the seemingly attractive, cat-like attributes. So as opposed to playing a tribal structure as the lore would dictate, many just came up with some excuse(don't read that as a derogatory plug) to play their miqo'te in a normal setting while simultaneously getting to be "the cat race". Had most miqo'te stuck to the lore then perhaps that statement wouldn't have been presented against the minority that still opted for the non-tribal lifestyle, but because there are rather few pursuing that setting its only natural to assume that some people decided to play a hyur('normal' character) with ears and a tail. That is my take on what people with that concept meant but perhaps I am wrong.

If I ever considered PvP, which I doubt, this is definitely something I'd pursue. I won't be joining but I completely support the idea. Good luck!

Thank you. As was said, joking about it is fine and all but it seems to be a widely believed 'fact' that nuhns are living some life of luxury and indulge in the position only for the job description. Lets not forget that there are only one-to-a-few nuhns as opposed to many females. If there was something going on that the females didn't like then I highly doubt they'd just endure such a thing. 'Tribal' doesn't exactly equate to 'savage'.

Haha, this answer all the way. It also reminds me of what Naunet(creator of Hipparion Tribe) said and a view that I share. Miqo'te are miqo'te, not cats. They have one or two cat-like attributes.... but they are not cats. The in-game references where NPCs drag out R's and say "nyan" or whatever are just for fun in my honest opinion. Passing that off as lore just because its in the game seems like taking everything too seriously in my opinion.

I play a miqo'te so I could be a sister character to K'mih's. I do love the race though, I find them to be very pretty and eyes are a big thing for me so I am in the same boat as whoever mentioned Seeker eyes earlier. However, I have two hyur characters as well so if you're going to question her existence then you need to question theirs as well. I will agree though, I perceive it as a race whom has a lot to do with fan service but I have met very few, if any, miqo'te characters who boast the personalities that you are condemning. The closest example I can think of is actually my character's sister but that has nothing to do with her race as far as I know, its simply a matter of her being a young and naive character whereas mine is the contrastingly serious and blunt type. In reference to nuhns, the one remaining nuhn our tribe has at the moment is anything but energetic. He is the "cool" and silent type and is always very collected. Being nuhn has little to do with the job description for him.

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"Eh...?" K'rahto hardly gave her the opportunity to finish her sentence. Her gaze locked on to him once more as his impulsion had caught her off guard. It seemed to be the boy's specialty. The girl's face was a painting of bewilderment. She hadn't expected him to actually agree to such one-sided terms. It was not out of arrogance that she had proposed such an offer, but simply as a matter of fact. She was in full knowledge of each and every competent archer in the tribe, even if she did not associate with them. K'nahli, being the passionate huntress that she was, had always been an eager student when it came to the subject and was more than happy to apply different styles and techniques to further refine her own in her endless pursuit to better herself. K'rahto was no such person of interest. She wasn't even sure if he had ever wielded a bow in his life. Perhaps she had seen him before but simply didn't remember. Could he see into the girl's mind, however, perhaps he could have realised that it was not something to lament. Ever since then, since that day... she had never paid particular attention to anyone other than K'mih. Only her loyal sister, the one person who had persevered and saved K'nahli from herself; only she was worth loving... and protecting. A soft breeze was the only sound that interrupted the brief silence as the girl gave his response some further thought. Her eyes narrowed as she studied his expression carefully. He was... serious, truly. The crimson-eyed miqo'te folded her arms across her chest quietly, subjugating the tia to yet another peculiar stare, though this time it was not one of anger, frustration or even embarrassment. It was one of pure intrigue. "...five suns from now..." She finally answered with a little hesitation, growing continually doubtful that she had chosen the best method to dismiss the boy's nonsense. However, she had already presented him with the chance now, she could not go back on her word.

His words shot through K'nahli like a poison-tipped arrow, slashing clean through her flesh and producing a tingling, burning sensation in her stomach that slowly radiated outward in all directions, creeping through her being until she was finally engulfed entirely by a discomforting sensation. Her body had come to an abrupt halt, the shameless declaration stopping her completely in her tracks and forcing her irked expression into one that displayed nothing less than complete and utter shock. Her eyes had grown wide in disbelief as she resided alone in the spotlight now; her jaw hanging slightly open, body rigid and unmoving. "...." She was caught momentarily speechless. She had no quick-witted response for something so embarrassingly destructive. She could feel the soft skin on her face quickly becoming overwhelmed with an unbearable heat, but a heat that did not stem from the blistering sun which hung, torturously, in the clear, cerulean sky above. Slowly, she peeked back over her shoulder. The small motion to the onlooker would have been immediately perceived as something made with dire apprehension. The tia was defiant in his posture, looking as angry as ever while he continued to pursue his unknown intentions as he stood determinedly upon the saffron sands behind her. K'nahli pivoted on the spot, turning once more to face the tia as a moment of inspiration descended upon her suddenly from a gentle veil of wind-carried sand that brushed lightly against her exposed skin, something that could potentially save her from this reprehensible situation. "I....I.. um" she tried to begin, struggling to form the words necessary as her flustered state served no less than a choking vice upon her closed throat. She drew in a deep breath again, hoping to retrieve her composure before attempting to speak once more. "I'll tell you what.... if you can best me in an archery contest... then I'll consider supporting your challenge..." she added coyly while averting her eyes from his mischievously. "Or you could more easily earn my respect by submitting now and refraining from further harassing me" she suggested with a slightly more bitter tone, indicative of how his behaviour was only having a negative impression on her. Their eyes met after she had concluded speaking. She had given him an ultimatum, one that he could not see completed. Hopefully, the young girl thought, his failure to succeed would only emphasise his lack of competence and throw him off of this ridiculous idea he had inexplicably obtained.

A disgruntled sigh escaped the young girl's throat as a soothing hand reached up to her temple. Her now, relaxed gaze peeked out from beneath her lowered lids lazily as they studied him briefly for a moment with anticipation, calmly awaiting an explanation for his behaviour, though no such thing came. "Oh... have you lost your voice again?" she spoke sarcastically with a modest flick of her head. She was not ignorant to the rudeness of her own nature but she figured that someone with a personality much like his would take little offence to her words. "Wonderful, then you can get back to doing... whatever it is that you do" she continued with a dismissive wave of her hand while turning her back on him and beginning to make her way over to her original training spot. "And for future reference, little do I appreciate being made fun of..." she added spitefully, but with a tone that may have hinted something more downhearted.

No sooner had it faded than another, even brighter flush of red crossed over her face as the tia persisted in spite of her rejection. Her hands trembled subtly now as she grew increasingly angry. She grunted in agitation, now turning in the direction of her harasser and promptly closing the distance between them. As strong as the temptation was to merely strike him and be done with the whole business, she struggled with the desire in attempt to try and remain collected. To her, this was not what the tia had made it out to be. She drew in close to him, her eyes alight with malice as they returned the fierce glare of his. http://img849.imageshack.us/img849/4310/xbyq.png[/img] "What in the seven hells is the matter with you?" she spat viciously in an unnecessarily hushed voice, her gaze unfaltering. Though they were far from the camp and there was no further need for either of them to continue shouting, she couldn't help but resort to discretion. It needn't have taken a keen eye to notice the embarrassment occupying her expression beneath the more prominent flare of anger. "Did someone put you up to this? If so then I fear they only wished to see you hurt, as understandable as that feeling is" she questioned him with harsh uncertainty. His actions were beyond strange, in her eyes it must have been someone's idea of a joke. Though the concept of him submitting to such a request was strange in itself, resulting in a lingering cloud of doubt to hang over her while she awaited an answer. The cold stare the young and audacious tia was opposed with was a powerful contrast to the sweltering heat that weighed down upon the sands. He was picking a dangerous fight.

The arrow that had been armed securely into her bow immediately slipped free and popped dangerously into the air, landing a few feet before her. The sudden and unexpected announcement by the tia had caught her completely off guard, causing her to accidentally release her grip on the weapon in an awkward fashion. Her eyes trained back over toward the tia as her face flushed slightly in embarrassment in response to his shameless declaration, something that half the tribe easily could have heard even from that distance. Her crimson gaze was an infusion of both embarrassment and fury as she stared the distant male down with contempt, briefly uncertain of how to even respond in such a situation. The fact that he felt the need to bellow such a remark so boldly to her as opposed to saying it privately and directly had earned him no favours with her. She drew in a short breath in attempt to cool her temper before indulging him with an answer. "Claim the title in the name of another" she finally answered in a bitter tone as she turned to continue her training, her flushed expression slowly fading. "I will have no part in supporting a challenge from the likes of you" The morning sun beared down upon her oppressively that morning, tingling the back of her neck continuously and keeping her in constant awareness of the unnatural heat that made every small action feel laborous and consuming. As much as she wanted to believe otherwise, she felt certain that the matter would not lie dormant there. She blinked slowly with this realisation. Azeyma's wrathful subjugation was nothing other than a discreet confirmation of the matter, today was going to be a long day.

"He is dead, K'nahli" The nuhns declaration was both solid and blunt, though entirely necessary. Regardless of whether it had been his intention or not, the result of his spoken words, powerful and direct as they were, was instantaneous, crashing into her with the pulverizing force of a freight train and rattling her naivety violently to the core. His embrace upon her served as the sharpened chisel and his words the striking hammer as the chains that had bound her shattered fiercely in that moment, freeing K'nahli from the plaguing shackles of denial and releasing her into the cold, dark embrace of reality. The mere mention of the one word she had dreaded the thought of hearing had triggered an immediate response within the girl. An inexplicable feeling of immense pressure slammed into her stomach, forcing a pained gasp past her quivering lips as her world came crumbling down around her. Tragic eyes, wide as saucers refused to release themselves from the image of the man she had come to love and respect like no other as he slowly began to lose the false, pristine appearance her mind had insisted upon creating only moments ago. The protective, celestial light that had caressed his entirety was fading while familiar wounds began reappearing across his exposed flesh, destroying him. Piece by piece. "No, no... please let me help him!!!" the girl cried out in anguish. Her arms reached out for K'yhaega desperately, yearning for even the slightest brush of skin as though such a trivial thing would breathe life back into him once more and save him from the wounds he was slowly accumulating before her eyes. "Y-Y-You can't do this.... you can't.." His body came to be consumed by an unworldly flame, licking at his flesh, it burned him throughout, torturing his soft and motionless form and returning the wounds he had earned from the hellish massacre at cartenau, wounds K'nahli had refused to even acknowledge. The flame engulfed him whole, slowly returning him back to the wretched, disfigurement that the girl had first beheld when she entered the tent, the body of a mysterious tia whom she 'knew' was anyone but her mentor. The brutish image tormented the girl as she strained against her father's arms desperately, screaming out his name in torturous anguish while her heart heaved and ripped inside, feeling no less than were it being torn apart by a pack of ravenous wolves. "Our promise, K'yhaega... don't you remember it? You said you would come back.. y-you said..." The girl, finally overcome by the tempest of emotion clawing at and defiling her mind, collapsed into her father's arms as he slowly hunkered down to lift her. "You promised..... you can't.... don't break it, please... don't" For the very little awareness K'nahli held toward her father in that moment, his motion at the very least seemed uninhibited. He moved slowly and calmly, resisting her weak struggle rather easily despite his condition. Tender, cradling arms carefully raised her up to his chest, as he moved to carry her away from the detestable scene that was the inspiration for her unfaltering trauma. The moisture from his bloodied arms did not hinder the warmth of his body as they held against his daughter's frail form with enough delicacy to offer her as much emotional comfort as he possibly could, but with enough strength to prevent her from slipping free and indulging in her delusionary state. "What are you going to do with him, father? Tell me!" her attention snapped toward him as he slowly carried her outside. The tent flaps fell back in place all too hastily, as if cruelly intending to deny her any further watch upon her beloved mentor. Her cheeks, still sensitive from the light burns she had sustained, had grown soft from her tears as they tirelessly pumped free from her eyes like an endless torrent and soaked her skin thoroughly. "Answer me! What are you going to do?!" she pleaded with the nuhn desperately in vain, her hysteria growing more wild as his lack of response only brought her closer to the answer, another answer she so badly wanted to deny. K'nahli pressed her face into her father's chest tightly, seeking comfort and hope from the soft rhythm of his beating heart. A number of soft, muffled sobs stemmed out from her throat and echoed through her father in the form of soft, indecipherable murmurs as another crushing wave of sorrow crashed down over her. "Please.... please don't put him in the ground..." her voice had become so, very, soft and fragile now as she spoke. The words were barely audible, though just enough that K'yohko could still understand in spite of her pitiful, clouding whimpers. "I won't...... I won't ever see him again if you do.." She continued to weep softly for a short moment before a very, light inhale indicated yet another attempt at self control as she slowly released herself from the burrowing pressure she had placed upon her father and brought herself to meet eyes with him. Her watery stare shimmered tragically against the faint, saffron glow emanating from a nearby campfire. Her tortured eyes only echoed the grief she was enduring as they pierced fearfully into his for a brief moment while she nervously waited for her convulsing body to relent and give her the chance to speak, unhindered by neither sobs nor tremors. "I don't want to hate you.... please.. don't make me hate you" Throughout the young miqo'te's life, her father's stony expression had been a source of her strength in her weaker moments. Though they hadn't shared a particularly special relationship, K'nahli had always held her father in high regard. In her young eyes, his power as a warrior and seldom-expressed, but everlasting, gentle nature had left him no less than a gleaming icon in her quietly-lived life; a person she could only aspire to be half as strong as when she came of age. His steady gaze, perceived by many as something cold and uncaring spoke to her only of strength and composure. Before today, she hadn't ever seen it falter, not even once. It had always been an assurance that he was in control and that no matter what happened, he was there; resilient and proud... their silent protector. Up until now, that gaze hadn't once failed to place her mind at ease, it had always offered her nothing but unfaltering confidence and a comforting sense of placid serenity. Tonight, everything changed. His defiance in that moment, his absolute determination to deny his first-born daughter what her heart yearned so desperately for, created a boiling sensation of savage hatred in her chest. It rose high up inside her, churning viciously as serenity was soon replaced with spite.. and confidence quickly replaced with a loss of faith. Anger, however, was soon swallowed by devastating grief once more, quickly sending the frail girl into another fit of sobs. She threw herself back into his chest instinctively as both her body and mind desperately sought an end to the pain in her heart. Even in that moment where she could feel nothing but undying resent towards her own father, all she could do was embrace him even more tightly, forever seeking the comfort of his presence. Swallowed whole by a vicious swell, raw emotion drowned out all sound to the young miqo'te as she clung despairingly on to her crumbling rock for dear life. Ceaseless sobs tore out of her throat to the point that even crying became intolerably painful. Her wails of anguish resonated throughout her body, carrying outward and drawing attention to physical aches that she hadn't even known existed. The black abyss of despair consumed her weak form, dragging her down deeper and deeper until the last of the light, her single ray of optimistic hope that had lingered for so long had finally begun to fade. On the other side, the fleeting silhouette of a familiar tia bounded further and further away. A weak hand reached outward in a final, twisted attempt to deny the reality that had presented itself before her, but to no avail. Everything went dark in that dying moment. The young miqo'te, K'nahi Yohko, was lost forever.

"Eh..e-e-eh?" K'nahli whimpered in confusion, now turning to look past her father toward the motionless body that lay silently behind him. The girl said nothing further for a few moments. Her pale, unsteady eyes were locked on the motionless form before her as she tried to analyze what her father had just said, trying to find an alternative meaning as she resided in complete determination that the literal meaning was false, impossible. A number of soft, muffled hums, emanating faintly from the depths of her throat could be heard. Failed attempts to find the words to begin speaking as her gaze failed to interpret the situation that lay blatantly before her. A warm smile slowly cracked across the girl's face while tears slowly welled up across the surface of her pallid eyes. Her body trembled slightly, each one of her muscles submitting one by one to the churning conflict of emotion that tugged against and strained her stomach as she slowly lost control of her own stability. "Wha-What are you talking about? He's right th-there! He's fine!" The girl finally spoke. The crippled and disfigured form from moments ago had disappeared from her vision. All that she could see now was the slumbering form of her mentor, peaceful and quiet as he lay seemingly bathed in a faint beam of ethereal light, undisturbed upon the ragged bed much like the old days when she would find him sleeping late into the morning on the days he had promised to take her out early for practice. He was so close to her now, like a prince that lay dormant and needed only for her to reach out to him to awaken. "K'yhaega..." her frail voice called out to him innocently, her smile unfading all the while. "K'yhaega, I w-was looking all o-over for you.." she pleaded softly as her voice, slowly losing its new found composure and returning to its previously, crackled state, reached out desperately towards the lifeless tia. K'yohko's embrace was unrelenting on his young daughter. In response to the girl's weak, yet growing efforts to try and slip free to escape his eternal bind, her father held on to her even more tightly, denying her any further movement beyond where she stood. "P-P-Please, let me s-s-see him!" she stuttered with a false laugh as a thin, channel of moisture traversed quickly down across her face. Her gaze had turned back to her father now, staring down into his shoulder as she directed her request toward him. He was unmoving all the while; holding on to her as though she needed protection. Though she didn't understand. Everything was alright now. She had found him, he was here, alive and well. "I n-n-need to wake him up! I need..." she cried against her father's defiant hold, her eyes slowly growing puffy and red in appearance. She pushed against him vehemently, yet at the same time, calmly, in attempt to coax him to release his grip on her. "Please, dad... let me go" she cried again. The few, salty tears that had slipped free from her eyes had dampened her cheeks, leaving a bitter taste across her chapped lips as she spoke. Despite her tears, she kept smiling.

A small gasp could be heard as the nuhn's strong, protective arms wrapped around his daughter in a tender embrace. His heartfelt apology echoed throughout the young girl's head as though the words held no meaning to her, failing to interpret what an unhindered mind would immediately understand. Her conscious had already began putting up defensive barriers in an attempt to shield itself from any unwanted truths. K'nahli's arms hung loosely by her sides as she stared blankly past her father. Her wavering eyes had grown noticeably, more watery as she steadily drew closer to being on the brink of tearing up. Her muscles tensed slightly as her arms slowly rose upward as though being drawn by a puppeteer's strings until they eventually came to gently grip her father's. His skin was gritty, matted with both dried and fresh blood that was saturated with countless, rough grains of sand that stuck stubbornly throughout. Small, untended-to lacerations could still be felt beneath the concealing carpet of darkened crimson all across those large arms that offered her their unrelenting protection. "Wh-Wh-What do you m-mean?" a small voice finally escaped her throat as the tips of her fingers gently pressed into his skin, anchoring against his arms lightly as though it were a weak attempt to squeeze the answers out of him. His unusual behaviour was making the girl increasingly more nervous. Once again, he was slowly draining the small, remnant of hope that she still clung to as he gripped her small form tenderly. "I'm t-tired, f-f-father... no-one will t-tell me an-anyth-ing...." the girl croaked pitifully as she slowly turned her head, twisting herself more deeply into her father's comforting embrace as her face nuzzled into his shoulder, bringing her voice closer now. "I'm tired of not knowing..."

I think people are shocked by the search for ERP not because its ERP, but the fact that ERP is the actual goal. There is no depth or interesting development that can come from it so people tend to just think that anyone looking for it is just seeking the perverse side of it all. I am also of this mindset. Here, I'll give you an example. This sounds reasonable to me. I'd hate the thought of the people you'd encounter doing such a thing but overall it seems fine. This topic on the other hand, no. The goal is ERP itself and I cannot see any interesting RP in this. Sidestepping that, what I wanted to say was that I don't understand where you are getting this idea that sunseeker females are just sex slaves for nuhns. You make it sounds as if they are obligated to do it no matter what and there is nothing more to their being. As a final note, I got confused somewhere through the topic. I'm not sure if this was actually the point after all, despite the title and OP's suggestive posts but just consider this reply to be an explanation if that was the case, as so many people at least seem to think it is.

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..."

The vicious, bellowing of the young miqo'te's name continued to echo behind her as she fleeted off into the concealing, darkness of the night, putting more and more distance between herself and the familiar tone of a distraught mother as her nimble legs continued carrying her forward into the camouflaging blackness. K'nihqa had forbade her to leave her side since that day, told her that everything would be alright so long as she did not disobey her, but words were not enough to convince her daughter. In the past week she had simply sat by and bore witness as her family was slowly torn apart by grief and inward conflict. Yet her insignificant existence, a mere thirteen year old who could barely hold notable worth to her tribe was one of very few who escaped mostly unscathed. It was rottenly unjust. The moment that her mother's wails of despair had fallen out of earshot, the girl sought momentary refuge behind a large, blackened rock that towered grossly out from the dense, soot-ridden Sagolii sands. A detestable fragment of the star that consumed all and left nothing but a fiery destruction in its wake. K'nahli took the chance to regain her breath while remaining out of sight. Her mother didn't seem to have had any idea of where she had run off to, but it was no excuse for carelessness; she knew that she could not waste what would certainly be her only opportunity. Scratched hands, blackened from soot and smoke alike, gingerly brushed over her burning cheek, seeking out counterpart wounds that would better fit her circumstance. Though nothing of favour was found. Why? Why did she have to be spared the horrors that so many of her family had to endure? What was it that deemed her to be 'worthy' of loitering in ill-necessity of medical aid? Paled irises searched the ground beneath her feet for answers as another pang of guilt pulsed outward from her stomach. She threw her head upward in an attempt to recover herself from such thoughts. They were self-destructive, a crippling state of mind that would only slow her down. She could not think about such things now. She looked forward once more, eyeing the devastated scenery around her hesitantly before pushing herself away from the rock to commence running once more. Her nimble feet carried her swiftly through the makeshift encampment, knowing their destination, though not the path to get there. K'nahli frantically looked about herself as she searched for something that might hint towards where he might be staying. He came back, she knew he did. Her pale, pink eyes continued to dart desperately from side to side, finding only desolation and grief in place of a once proud and powerful tribe. She came to an abrupt stop as she chose to investigate a nearby tent. She peeked inside with a naive expression of hope, only to be met with angered faces and others of newly found grief. She retreated, running around once again to continue her search. - "I need to see him, I need to make sure hes not hurt!" - - "You will do no such thing. Its not safe for you to go running about" - - "I won't! I promise! I just need to make sure hes okay, I'll be quick, I..-" - - "No, K'nahli!" - The faint resonance of her mothers scoldings rang aloud in her skull. Each sentence reminisced causing K'nahli to grow more frantic in her search. Another large tent that fell into her vision was the next subject of her investigation, though that tent would also yield no results. - "Why are you being like this?! I just want to see him!" - - "Arguing with me will not change my mind, K'nahli. The tribe, you..." - - ".....?" - - "Someone your age... a child, should not have to witness what is out there" - - "........" - A number of other tents and yet still no satisfying answers were found. - "...I am not a child; you need not shelter me from reality, mother.." - - "....I'm sorry, K'nahli" - Where could he be? He came home, right? He's here, isn't he? - "I NEED to see him, he's my....." - A dimly illuminated tent a short distance away suddenly caught her attention. It was the largest one she had seen thusfar and surely where the wounded were being cared for. K'nahli wasted no time in dashing directly for it, as if drawn to it by some unseen force. This was where she would find him. She was sure of it. Quickly arriving outside, the girl drew in a deep, choking breath of the smokey air before pushing her way inside. - ".....my... friend..." - Her silent form spectated quietly as she watched the unfamiliar figure of her father lean over a makeshift bed while tending to a male patient, both their faces hidden from view. A powerful wave of discomfort radiated outward from the girl's stomach. As if trapped in an eternal fall, she stood by the entrance in silence, too afraid to approach should she see what she feared the most. Her breathing slowly grew more rapid, still silent however, as her eyes dilated widely in fear. ("Its not...") she desperately tried to encourage herself to think optimistically, her words barely holding any weight upon her troubled mind, however. ("Its not him....") her thoughts, sounding almost like an alien guest narrating for her, offered further reassurance once more, giving her the courage she needed to finally push herself to take her first, apprehensive step forward. Her frail hands were clasped shakily together before her chest as she slowly crept forward. The two men slowly coming within touching distance, but the patient, still momentarily shielded from view. "F-Fath...." her voice croaked as she struggled to call out to the preoccupied and heavily wounded nuhn. He was bandaged and bruised all over. His previously, strong and immovable form was destroyed from the unspeakable horrors that had claimed savage to his body. He looked unwell, unfit to move the young girl thought. Yet here he was, tending to others to the best of his ability. It was a brave sight, but also so painfully tragic. "Father...." she finally managed to speak, pausing briefly, almost as if pronouncing the word alone had sapped all of her strength. Her eyes searched for her father's desperately, hoping that his placid glance would grant her mind the solace she so gravely needed. In those short moments that she awaited her father to turn and look back at her, a time that felt like a nerve-shattering eternity to the young miqo'te, she prayed silently for his solid reassurance that everything would be alright. If anyone else could make her feel safe right now, it was him.

A quiet tune was hummed while the young miqo'te carefully sliced through the freshly-skinned meat. The raw odour invaded her nostrils and prompted a discomforting, feeling of hunger. The occasional, discreet growl from a displeased stomach made its presence known all too regularly and only served to remind K'nahli that she was growing even more hungry with each passing sun, regardless of how well she managed to distract herself in between. The scorching, hot afternoon was like any other. She and a few others had been busy with skinning and preparing meat for later. In the past, in better days... she would normally have cut large chunks of meat and placed them in storage, keeping them preserved in sacks of salt for the next day and still have plenty left over to place toward the current day's feast. Those days were long gone however. Meager portions that could barely sustain the tribe were all that could be scavenged from the desolate sands as game grew more and more scarce as time went on. There was hardly ever such thing as "storing food" these days. A sigh escaped past her licked lips as the final clack of steel colliding against the sun-baked rock mocked her. The portions were as small as ever; even bringing in larger game didn't seem to make enough difference. The absence of a few tribe members had remedied the situation a little, but now that small blessing was growing unnoticed. It still wasn't enough. "Can we really continue like this...?" K'nahli lamented softly to herself as she stared through the plump and bloodied meat blankly, her mind wandering elsewhere in silent thought. The girl's ears suddenly flickered a number of times as distant vibrations resonated through the stifling air and tickled the fine hairs on the tips of her ears. Perking up slightly now, they involuntarily turned towards the source of the sound as crimson eyes gazed sideward to behold the easing sight of returning kin. "Ah... they're back.." was all that she could say as a modest smile formed across her face. Its intensity gradually faded, however, as her relief to see her family return safe and well was slowly bested by the realisation that, once again, they'll be enduring even smaller portions. The girl blinked slowly as her eyes traveled downward to behold the miniscule portions once more. Another sigh passed over her lips, softer this time and infused even more deeply with worry. How long could they last before they became too weak to endure the intensity of these pitiful hunts? The mere thought of this vicious cycle... "intimidating" was an understatement.