Medipack

K'lyrhi's ears rose up as she heard a shout behind her. Before she could even begin to pick herself off of K'ile she felt herself plucked up from behind and unceremoniously tossed off of the Tia. The miqote picked herself back up, still covered in sand and dust, her ears drooping forward a little. Oh she's done screwed up now... "I'm sorry, but he...he was insulting the Nunh." She tried to explain. Oh Azeyma, she felt like such a toddler again... "...and going on about how he won't be Nunh much longer." she added, giving K'ile a dirty look, before looking back at K'iara "...I got angry." K'lyrhi looked distressed when she was told she'd be brought in front of the elders, "But Fathe--K'yohko told me to help gather the huntresses, if he hadn't gone and stopped me..." she protests weakly. It seems much of her previous fire had suddenly gone out from her.

The miqote was breathing heavily, her heart beating rapidly as she practically seethed with anger. By the time the dust had settled K'lyrhi finally notices the Tia underneath her, a hand pinning him down and her fist raised to strike. Much of what happened was a blur for K'lyrhi. She remembered her body moving, breaking into a run. Then there was the collision with K'ile, followed by the impact and tumble upon the sands and then a cloud of blinding dust. No, wait. It was much simpler than that. There was no K'ile. There the threat. A target. And it needed to be taken down. Though now that she's got them pinned down, the miqote struggled to figure out a follow-through, the target wasn't moving. Nor was it making any effort to fight back. The Tia wasn't fighting back. K'lyrhi had to find her words again. "Now I'm not standing around" she gave a retort, the first comeback off the top of her head. "I warned you not to insult my father any further. If you dare try to...usurp his position, you will have me to go through first."

Tribe law says you can't commit violence against another tribe member. K'lyrhi has been struggling to hold back the urge to just sock K'ile in the face throughout the confrontation. Using her claws to solve her problems back in Ul'dah had worked out well enough for her... "We think. Apparently he doesn't" And K'ile was definitely trying to provoke her. She will not be provoked! She'll just need to walk away and-- "He isn't a good hunter..." K'lyrhi clenched her fists as she tried to steer herself away and do what K'yohko had asked her to do...and not get provoked into doing something stupid. "...and he isn't going to be Nunh much longer either" She will not be provo-- K'lyrhi whirled around and literally lunged for K'ile before she could finish the thought. The fact the Tia had distanced himself from her gave her a bit of a running start.

"Someone who took five years to come home does not get to tell me what to do..." The miqote flinched at that comment. That was definitely a sore spot for her... K'lyrhi pulled against K'ile's grip, she turned back to look at the Tia, returning his glare. "And a father looks out for the family and does what he can to protect it, not sit back and hope for the best. Even white coeurl protect the pride." She snarled back, her tail bristling, "So don't you dare insult him further!" The thought about the blood trail gave her pause, albeit briefly as she searched for words for a retort. There definitely wasn't a blood trail, that was the whole point of returning to the camp on foot... "We made sure to cover our tracks, even sent Uncle ahead first and made our way back on foot." She retorts, gritting her teeth. She was loath to give the man more fodder to insult her with.

Oh that struck a nerve. K'lyrhi abruptly extended an arm out to block K'ile's path, her fingers curled into claws. It helps that her own nails were sharp enough to count as them too. The miqote fixed her eyes on him a growl rumbling in her throat, her eyes cold and challenging. "So you propose the Amal'jaa should be left alone to wander as they please?" She demanded, almost snarling it out in her anger, "And let them go back to their camps unscathed, knowing our defenses and perhaps let them make off with some poor sod while they were at it?" K'lyhri spat each accusation out, jabbing at K'ile with a finger. It would seem if there was anything else she inherited from K'yohko it would be his fierce temper. "Coward." She says, completely ignoring the irony in her fury. "You weren't even there and yet you flap your gums about nonsense. A Nunh thinks of the tribe before himself." "Don't you dare disturb my father." She warned, before she roughly pushed past K'ile to start heading to find the rest of the huntresses.

It broke K'lyrhi's heart seeing her father so injured, and equally frustrated her that his pride wouldn't let her help him. She had expected to be scolded one last time, but the faint acknowledgement that she was part of the family caught her off guard, though had the right enough effect of reassuring her. "I...I will, father." she says. She lingered a little to make sure K'yohko did not collapse as her back was turned and was preparing to follow after K'nahli when her ears picked up movement behind her. She quickly turned the face the man approaching her. His harsh voice and questioning quickly making her tense up. "That's because there is one, we came across a scouting party a few malms from here." K'lyrhi answered back curtly, eying the male up and down, almost disapproving. had he not been listening? Her father's voice could well be heard from yalms from here. "The name's K'lyrhi, my father's calling for the huntresses to secure the camp." she introduces herself briefly "I know not who you are, but you best quit standing around and pass the word."

'Don't touch me!' K'lyrhi promptly backs off from the nunh at those words, her ears were ringing from being in such close proximity to his voice. She looked at her father with a hurt expression, if only briefly. Watching the other girl, who she presumed was a huntress, hurry off to retrieve he weapon brought her mind back to focus on the task at hand. "...I have my weapons here already." she answered, motioning to the cesti she had at her side. Evidently she was trying to contain her emotions as best as she could... "But can you get yourself to the healer's tent? Your wounds still need to be treated...and the tribe cannot have their nunh collapsing." K'lyrhi reasons, mustering as much courage as she could to talk back to her father. As she said this, she gave a quick glance around the campsite to see where the other miqote around here seem to be gathering.

Actually instead of the mystery Elezen woman being Shiva in disguise, I have a thought that she might have somehow ascended into a Primal, not unlike the fayth from FFX. An earlier scene in the storyline had a Sahagin priest doing that exact thing. The fact that the Primals all have a resemblance to their respective beast races can't be a coincidence.

Theta would love this as well. She needs more...samples...from these obviously dangerous aetheric beasts for the sake of advancement that does not involve weapons of mass destruction and/or mortal experimentation!

I'd be up for joining this as well~ Theta's a SMN (ilevel 93) doing a bit of research on some artifacts of allagan that has unfortunately come into her possession (and on her person) and would definitely be interested in investigating some more ruins! Though if this isn't going to be an RP event, that's fine as well! I want that Scylla top!

The event of the pass few minutes seemed like a blur for K'lyrhi as she watched the other tribe members quickly carry her uncle off to the healer's tent. She kept an eye as the healers (one seemed to be an outsider?) proceed to treat the miqote, peering from the edge of the tent flap with worry. The fact she had been responsible for their injuries, even if indirectly, weighed heavily in the back of her mind. The fact that she found herself almost lost among the rest of her supposed tribe certainly chose now to be the perfect time to hit her. That she was no different from just another outsider... ...K'lyrhi shook her head, quickly diverting her attention away from such thoughts. She turned her attention back to the tent her father had went into earlier, only to see him being led out, barely able to stand. Strike two. "Oh no..." She hurries to the two's side, making sure not to trip over herself. She hurriedly tried to support the other side of the nunh, to ease the burden on the other girl, not caring for any initial protests until she's got a good grip on her father. She was at least stronger than her demeanor might have suggested, even if her courage could use some work... "The healers are busy with Unc--K'hai." She says, "Lemme help you get him to the tent." She should have been more insistent on dressing those wounds...

K'lyrhi gave a blank stare at her father's word, blinking a few times. "Wait...which one's her te---oooh right." She gave a nod, trying to feign that she had an idea and wasn't just clueless. Atually coming back 'home' after so long was rather hard to take in. Or rather it was too easy to take in, the campsite felt strange and foreign; much has changed her sense her absence. It seemed like she was too lost in thought, as she allowed K'hai to head off without paying a visit to "K'zhumi"... Strike one... "Wait, Unca'! You should be getting those wounds tended to!" She calls out, trying to keep pace with him. It was when he finally collapsed at the tent entrance no sooner after K'yohko went in did she rush to his side. "You can barely stand! 'Ye need treatment, even if ah have to carry you back!"

I'd be interested in joining up with this as well. Don't have a lowbie character at the moment but can certainly make one for it! Especially since they recently started party roulettes too!

"Well..the porter passed Beaky over to me on a discount..." K'lyrhi says, before pausing in her excuses, "But yeah...I still need more practice." Beaky, for once, actually listens to its rider. Though K'lyrhi can tell by the nervous glance the over-sized bird gave her that her recently reacquainted uncle is a lot more harsher than she is. Though that doesn't really much to the miqoye, K'lyrhi just gives a happy grin and waves as she sees the bird off on its journey. ...serves it right. K'lyrhi's ears perked up as she's called, she quickly followed to catch up to K'yohko. At least, for all her faults, she can still keep pace with the Nunh like a regular member of his tribe.

K'lyrhi led her chocobo over to K'hai, helping the injured miqote atop of it. "A'ihght Beaky, ah want you to follow that coeurl over there." She says, pointing over to her father's current beast of burden. Unfortunately, the bird didn't seem to be following what she was saying...or perhaps choosing to ignore her. K'lyrhi frowned at that, pulling the bird's saddle reins towards her and staring at it face to face. One was liable to accidentally have their eyes pecked out getting so close to a chocobo like that. It seems like they were about to engage in a staring contest before K'lyrhi pulls out what ws left of her greens and offers it to the bird. She then proceeds to repeat her previous gestures, turning it to face the coeurl and pointing at her mount and towards. "Follow that and you get what ah got left 'ere, deal?" She could only hope the bird scarfing up the leaves out of her hands was a sign of agreement.

"We can strap Unca K'hai..." K'yrhi pauses a bit, catching herself, still trying to keep up the pretense of being strangers, "--I mean...K'hai on Beaky." the miqote suggested, before glancing over at her father's coeurl. K'lhyri slipped two fingers into her mouth and whistles out, a sharp sound bellowing out into the desert. After a second or two there was no response. "...let me try that again." She whistles another time. No result. Even worse, an orobon simply rolls across the empty desert scenery before by a gust of wind, as if to taunt her. The miqote's furrows her brows, clearly losing patience "Oh c'mon 'ya bloody bird! 'ya can't have gone far from 'ere!" she yells in a huff, breaking back into her accent. She gives a huff and starts rummaging through her pouch "...fun, ah suppose 'ya won't get yer greens then?" she asks, pulling out some leaves crushing them with hand and waving them in the air. K'lyrhi wasn't going to expect much of a response until her chocobo poked its head out from beneath the sands dunes nearby with a shrill cry, causing her to jump a little. "Well, that took a few tries, but there it is. Ah---I don't suppose that coeurl's strong enough to carry one or two more miqote?" She asked, turning back to K'yohko "I still need to see about your arm."

K'lhyri quickly went over to the drake carcass, lifting it up by the neck. She paused a bit, glancing down the length of the beast and then at K'yohko's injury. She quickly moves herself under the thing's torso so she could support most of the weight. "'ere, ah..." she clears her throat a bit, making sure she didn't talk like some alley thug again, "I have it. You shouldn't be straining yourself any further." She had to shift her footing in the sand, but the young miqote managed to keep the drake lifted enough to drape it across the coeurl, taking most of her burden herself. "I'm sorry for your arm...if I had not distracted you, you wouldn't be this injured..."

K'lhyri stared back at K'hai almost like a hiparrion under torch light. The girl almost dropped her supplies in surprise; there was that name again! "You just said K'yohko, yes? Ah din--I didn't mishear?" she asked, anxiousness reflected in her voice. She was sure of it, she had thought herself mistaken the first time that name was mentioned. But now they've all but confirmed it. She had to take a moment to collect herself, leaning back to sit on the sand "Oh Azeyma...I didn't know. I am so sorry, Unca'" She slowly turned towards K'yohko, her ears drooped down in shame, her voice hesitant. "...Father." she barely manages to squeak out. She had almost gotten her father and uncle killed. That wrenching feeling in her gut from earlier felt practically unbearable now. She quickly got to her feet, glancing down on the ground to hide her eyes. "Ah'll...I'll go and help with the loading." she says nervously, quickly heading towards the drakes before letting K'yohko get a good look at her.

K'lhyri looked embarrassed upon being scolded for her speech. As well as her thoughtlessness of asking an injured man to help with patching the wounded. She slowly set the bandages back down on the ground. "Ah'--" she coughs, taking a deep breath, "I'm sorry..." she apologizes, enunciating her words to keep from slipping back. After spending so many years among the various ruffians in Ul'dah, it's hard not to pick up some of their bad habits... "What I meant was, I'm no pit chirurgeon, but I can at least stop the bleeding." she says, turning back to K'hai. She started applying pressure on the chest wound with a cotton cloth first to stem the bleeding. Working at a steady pace she proceeded to coat the bandages with sap and applied them over the wound. Wrapping them around the man's chest, helping them up in the process. The dressing wasn't exactly healer level, but it should be enough. Her ears perked up at the mention of 'Yohko', the miqote looked up from what she was doing. Did she hear right? Upon closing inspection the man's face seemed a bit familiar. Even if he seemed...much more aged than she had thought. "Ah--I don't think he should go back alone. Not with that arm." K'lhyri advised, her speech halting, evidently struggling to make herself clear. Though her tone was still fairly insistent.

K'lyrhi recoiled a little as K'yohko snapped at her, her ears folding back. it was evident that she was still in a bit of panic over what had transpired. "Sorry! Ah'll get right to it!" She says, before quickly following over to his brother. Judging from the amount of bleeding she could tell the wound was deep...though the fact that he was still conscious and in the mood to joke around was a good sign. "I ain't much a healer, but don' you worry a thing about that." she says, giving a weak smile, "If there's anything I know more than a thing or two abou', it's treating injuries." she says, setting aside her medical supplies. "Gonna need ta' take off what's left of that shirt of yours" she says, as she readied some cloth to apply pressure to the wound. She passed some bandages over to K'yohko "Ser, can 'ye deal with 'is arm while I deal with that chest wound? douse the bandages in some of that sap after the bleeding's stopped." she instructed, handing a bottle over to him.

“Wait watch out for tha—“ K’lhyri watched in horror as the battledrake bit down on K’yohko’s shoulder, shuddering as a drop of blood splattered across her cheek. She made an attempt to help, pulling out her cesti. To her relief, the other miqote seemed to have been able to fight the drake off. Though, upon seeing the bloody wound on hisshoulder, a familiar sinking feeling in her gut tells her that this was all her fault for attracting more danger to these two miqote, a testimony of her utter lack of experience. The young miqote quickly went to K’yohko’s side, rummaging through her waist bags for some field dressing. “Oh Azeyma...ah’m truly sorry!” The youngmiqote apologized, as she frantically fumbled with the poultices and disinfectants she had on hand. “Lemme see that wound.” She insisted, trying to see how deep that wound was. She’s seen enough bites from the Ul’dah coliseum’s pit beasts to know such things needed the most immediate attention; she’s seen a number of aspiring fighters lose a dear limb to infection or worse…

In the midst of all the commotion, a cry rang out from behind the nearby dunes, followed by the cries of a similarly frantic chocobo. No sooner had that happened that the aforementioned yellow bird leapt out from the top of one of the dunes, carrying along with it a rather distressed miqote girl, who was struggling to regain control of her mount. “Wha—stop!‘eel! Don’t go runnin’ me into more bloody beasts ‘ye stupid bird!” That was about the time the third battledrake burst out from the sand, with three deep gouges scored across its face; the chocobo’s handy work. “…actually, ah take that back! You’re a smart bird! Now get us out of—whoa!” K’lyrhi tried to correct before she was unceremoniously flung off her saddle and onto the sand, in front of the two miqote males in the midst of battle. “kack! Stupid bird…” the young miqote coughed, shaking the sand off of her dark purple hair and wiping the remaining sand off of her face, the dried red paint of her warpaint flaking off. K’lyrhi looked back up at the men before her “Sorry to trouble you, but ah don’t s’pose you could ‘elp with my current—" K'lyrhi's tail bristled as she heard the battle drake roar behind her “-problem!” The miqote cries out in a panic, scrambling to her feet to seek refuge behind the two.

Hope I'm not too late for the party, but I find that's a similar issue I've been having as well. Though, then again, I've only just recently begun trying to RP on an MMO, so I might not be looking in the right places...and I do feel a bit apprehensive about simply jumping into someone else's IC conversations.