Baoht Zuqqa Roh turned to glare out over the sands, watching the sun work its way downward. He was patient, as a hunter needed to be, even though this would ultimately not be his hunt. The child of Man claimed to be a hunter, but Baoht Zuqqa Roh doubted that his people hunted in a way that an Amal'jaa would recognize as hunting.
K'aijeen remained stationary for a long time, with her arms crossed over her face. After some time in silence, after the sun crawled downward, she lifted her arms awkwardly to look under them. Thal was still present. The Amal'jaa was making him wait. The presence of the massive, dark being caused her to remain silent and still. She was afraid to move so much as her tail, though it did lift and fall once. Her throat seemed to have been ruined anew, though she knew the problem was more complicated than that. Pierced lungs, broken skull. She felt like a pile of balanced stones that was falling apart. She couldn't even yell at Thal, though she could feel some distant anger at him for agreeing to the Amal'jaa's conditions.
A drake returned, dragging something indescribably pungent. It stand of Miqo'te and hellfire, blood and sweat and death and wicked magic. In application, it was just a burlap robe, but it seemed to have been torn fresh from the body of whomever had been wearing it. Baoht Zuqqa Roh growled at the drake when it appeared, and the animal approached him. The Amal'jaa snatched the robe from the drakes teeth and then turned towards the child of Man. "The so-called hunters of Forgotten Springs make good pets, once tempered. The fire of Lord Ifrit trains them so that they work for us and fight for us. They wear this."He tossed the robe towards Thal. "Put it on. You already smell of drakes and Amal'jaa blood. None will question your presence in Zanr'ak. You may even find weapons and arm yourself once within."
K'aijeen remained stationary for a long time, with her arms crossed over her face. After some time in silence, after the sun crawled downward, she lifted her arms awkwardly to look under them. Thal was still present. The Amal'jaa was making him wait. The presence of the massive, dark being caused her to remain silent and still. She was afraid to move so much as her tail, though it did lift and fall once. Her throat seemed to have been ruined anew, though she knew the problem was more complicated than that. Pierced lungs, broken skull. She felt like a pile of balanced stones that was falling apart. She couldn't even yell at Thal, though she could feel some distant anger at him for agreeing to the Amal'jaa's conditions.
A drake returned, dragging something indescribably pungent. It stand of Miqo'te and hellfire, blood and sweat and death and wicked magic. In application, it was just a burlap robe, but it seemed to have been torn fresh from the body of whomever had been wearing it. Baoht Zuqqa Roh growled at the drake when it appeared, and the animal approached him. The Amal'jaa snatched the robe from the drakes teeth and then turned towards the child of Man. "The so-called hunters of Forgotten Springs make good pets, once tempered. The fire of Lord Ifrit trains them so that they work for us and fight for us. They wear this."He tossed the robe towards Thal. "Put it on. You already smell of drakes and Amal'jaa blood. None will question your presence in Zanr'ak. You may even find weapons and arm yourself once within."
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