The sun was quickly reaching its peak in the day, casting long dark shadows across the burning sands. A head of purple, a color that stood out most profoundly against the sands, stood silent in the sun. K'yohko Nunh sniffed the stale air, his tail deadly still. For just a brief moment, the man thought he had felt the ground beneath him vibrate while he meditated. Large vibrations too, definitely a sandworm and a big one. Even for the seasoned hunted, it was difficult to tell where it would come up if it came up at all.Â
The Nunh grabbed his long bow made of sleek light oak wood. The bow was of a good quality, as obvious by the handiwork and the light detailing down its curve. His eyes scanned the ground for his quiver, and with a swift motion he secured the quiver about his torso. He after all, never moved anywhere without a weapon these days. Although he perhaps would have preferred a lance or a sword, his bow would work equally well if there was a sandworm sneaking about.Â
He rose to his feet quickly and followed the distant feeling of the sand's movement beneath his feet. Long had he tracked sandworms, and following the sand's vibration was no easy task even for the most skilled hunter. K'yohko focused solely on the ground in front of him, looking for the telltale signs of a tunneling sandworm. The sands shifted in front of him without anyone stepping there, and as he tracked the beast the vibrations became stronger. Just where was the beast going?Â
K'yohko looked up again from the sand, his sharp eyes picking up three distant figures directly in the way of the sandworm's path. K'nahli and K'mih of course he recognized instantly, K'ile a quick third. The man's flaming hair was very good for picking him out in a crowd or among the sands.Â
"Move!" the Nunh barked sharply, picking up an arrow from his quiver and readying it along his bow. He moved with precision as the worm picked up speed. The ground shook beneath them violently before the sands burst forward naught but a few feet before the trio and an enormous sand worm brought free with a roar. Sand worms were usually large, but this one in particular was larger than the rest.Â
'An alpha?' K'yohko thought quickly. He clicked his tongue in irritation. If he let K'mih or K'nahli get hurt while he was here... It couldn't happen. He wouldn't let such a thing happen. K'yohko pulled back on the bow, lining up the arrow as he dashed forward to get a better shot. He couldn't wait to get to the front of the beast, he had to shoot now. K'yohko released the arrow, letting it fly true and straight into the weakest portion of the side of the beast's head. The arrow dug in past the jointed scales and deep into the fleshy portion. With a cry, the worm turned to its attacker, but the nunh had no sooner shot the arrow than pulled out another one and was ready. As it roared again in anger, K'yohko shot again. This time, the arrow flew straight into the beast's open mouth, puncturing its throat. The sandworm flailed and tried to roar, but the airways were flooding with blood and it began to choke on its own blood.