K'nahli's eyes suddenly flared at the sight of her father taking a spot just within view of her tent. The glow of the fire glazed brilliantly across his large figure, canvassing it with a soft, amber tint that painted faint shadows over his exposed skin, emphasising his body's every contour. Despite not being as young as one would typically expect of a nunh, his apparent strength was indisputable and age would appear to be no more successful a challenger to his fortitude than any of the countless tias whom had fallen in submission before his sword in the years prior.
It really had been a while.... a lot of time spent away from true, practice against a non-beast.
A lump formed in the girl's throat as the weight of the challenge suddenly felt more real. Though she retained a lot of respect for powerful hunters, the title itself didn't hold a lot of worth in the girl's eyes. Rather, it was the prospect of what the future held for a certain other miqo'te should K'yohko somehow be dethroned.
("Maybe I should make my way out...") the girl thought to herself after dwelling on the thought for what felt like several minutes.
Taking a seemingly, aimless glance about her tent beforehand, the girl carefully slipped out into the night air.
It really had been a while.... a lot of time spent away from true, practice against a non-beast.
A lump formed in the girl's throat as the weight of the challenge suddenly felt more real. Though she retained a lot of respect for powerful hunters, the title itself didn't hold a lot of worth in the girl's eyes. Rather, it was the prospect of what the future held for a certain other miqo'te should K'yohko somehow be dethroned.
("Maybe I should make my way out...") the girl thought to herself after dwelling on the thought for what felt like several minutes.
Taking a seemingly, aimless glance about her tent beforehand, the girl carefully slipped out into the night air.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
