K'iara rolled her eyes to K'ile again. It was pretty arrogant to think anyone would support him after abandoning the tribe like he had. The Elders had taken away his privileges to dance with the fire as well. K'iara couldn't see why he thought so highly of it. People teased K'rahto just as often about being a Nunh ( or maybe it was just K'iara teasing him ) and no one was about to support him.
"Taunting, and seriously considering having your kits are two very different things K'ile." K'iara dutifully reminded him. Watching her uncle pace around was both annoying, and making her dizzy. K'iara stood again, shifting to stand in front of K'ile as best she could was a small frown. "And you up and abandoned Tahj, K'luha, K'haali, and the entire tribe! For weeks! How is that not a bad idea? And then you brought an outsider back to the tribe? Also, a bad idea." K'iara snorted at him again, shaking her head flicking her tail in slight agitation. "And you wanted to challenge K'yohko right on the spot. And you wanted us to have a feast right before we were about to move and when we were all starving to death. And, you're standing here bitching about the tribe that was kind enough to let us stay for the night when they are also standing right around here and can probably hear you. The list goes on K'ile. You're an idiot Uncle." K'iara chuckled lightly and stepped away to let him pace some more.
K'yohko lifted his gaze briefly to meet K'takka. Although he wanted to reject the idea of gracefulness, he found himself unable to disagree with his grandmother. His eyes followed her ragged form for a moment before trailing to K'luha with Tahj, and finally back to K'takka.
"How could I show her bitterness? She has found such distaste in me for so long, it does not come as a surprise." K'yohko glanced to the sand at K'takka's feet, his face struggling to twisted but unable to pick a particular emotion to display. "Both kits she bore from me have died now. I cannot blame her for wanting to try another male. After my outbursts, I could not blame anyone from wishing me away." K'yohko paused, gripping lightly at his wounded arm and looked back to K'takka. Although his face remained hardened and straight, his eyes seemed to be searching for something. "I have tried with everything I am to do the right thing, but K'ile has always hated me. I have tried to be his brother, but he does not want me. How many here would be happier to have seen K'thalen come back from Cartneu in my stead? K'piru would still be here. Her daughters might still be here as well. If I could have given myself to save him, I would have done it a thousand times over by now Grandmother. To save him, and to save mother, I would give my everything to do... But it cannot be done, and I do not know how to fill the gap they have left." K'yohko brought his eyes back to the floor, gripping more harshly at his wound. The first words he'd spoken for days, and all he could do was pity himself. He was as pitiful as K'ile was in his own mind, and if K'ile beat him then he hoped K'ile beat him into the embrace of Azyema.
"Taunting, and seriously considering having your kits are two very different things K'ile." K'iara dutifully reminded him. Watching her uncle pace around was both annoying, and making her dizzy. K'iara stood again, shifting to stand in front of K'ile as best she could was a small frown. "And you up and abandoned Tahj, K'luha, K'haali, and the entire tribe! For weeks! How is that not a bad idea? And then you brought an outsider back to the tribe? Also, a bad idea." K'iara snorted at him again, shaking her head flicking her tail in slight agitation. "And you wanted to challenge K'yohko right on the spot. And you wanted us to have a feast right before we were about to move and when we were all starving to death. And, you're standing here bitching about the tribe that was kind enough to let us stay for the night when they are also standing right around here and can probably hear you. The list goes on K'ile. You're an idiot Uncle." K'iara chuckled lightly and stepped away to let him pace some more.
K'yohko lifted his gaze briefly to meet K'takka. Although he wanted to reject the idea of gracefulness, he found himself unable to disagree with his grandmother. His eyes followed her ragged form for a moment before trailing to K'luha with Tahj, and finally back to K'takka.
"How could I show her bitterness? She has found such distaste in me for so long, it does not come as a surprise." K'yohko glanced to the sand at K'takka's feet, his face struggling to twisted but unable to pick a particular emotion to display. "Both kits she bore from me have died now. I cannot blame her for wanting to try another male. After my outbursts, I could not blame anyone from wishing me away." K'yohko paused, gripping lightly at his wounded arm and looked back to K'takka. Although his face remained hardened and straight, his eyes seemed to be searching for something. "I have tried with everything I am to do the right thing, but K'ile has always hated me. I have tried to be his brother, but he does not want me. How many here would be happier to have seen K'thalen come back from Cartneu in my stead? K'piru would still be here. Her daughters might still be here as well. If I could have given myself to save him, I would have done it a thousand times over by now Grandmother. To save him, and to save mother, I would give my everything to do... But it cannot be done, and I do not know how to fill the gap they have left." K'yohko brought his eyes back to the floor, gripping more harshly at his wound. The first words he'd spoken for days, and all he could do was pity himself. He was as pitiful as K'ile was in his own mind, and if K'ile beat him then he hoped K'ile beat him into the embrace of Azyema.
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