K'ile and K'airos returned to the trap after gathering the goods to find that, not only were K'piru and K'thalen annoyingly absent, but so was the meat. And the sticks. And there was a great deal more blood that stank of Sand Drake. The new, massive trail of blood led away from the trap, over a dune that bore the obvious tracks of clawed feet and a scaled belly dragged in the sand. In response to the sight, K'ile muttered, "Twelve hells," and threw down his rope.
K'airos did the same, throwing the spears she was carrying except her own. She groaned in annoyance. "I should have stayed."
"K'thalen should have stayed! Damn your father! Come on." He broke into a run, skirting around the trap just in case and making to follow the blood trail.
"Can we stablish that if the drake is dead this proves my point...?" she said lowly, almost afraid of being heard. She followed him across the bloodied sand.
K'ile ignored K'airos, jumping over the top of the dune and expecting have to run after the injured Drake. The best is uncomfortably close, laying limp in the sand in front of him. There's a massive bloody gouge running down its back in addition to all of the small sticks protruding from its gut and limbs. The Tia stumbles to a stop at the sight and makes a face of disgust.
K'airos instead proclaimed happily: "It worked!" Her smile and cheer did not last long, letting pass to the gruesome scene. "How...how much meat do you think we can get from it?"
"What? I don't know? Did someone take its... back bone?" he poked the massive gouge of missing flesh on the Drake. When he did this, the Drake's jaws opened and it let out a sick, grating screech, but otherwise remained still. K'ile jumped back, fell over, and rolled away from the thing. "It's still alive!"
Thalen's daughter hunched over at the screech and raised her spear. When the lizard did not move as far as she could see, she approached and thrust her spear quickly into the beast's side.
Watching this from his retreated position, K'ile frowned when the Drake did not retaliate to the stabbing. "How... do you take something's spine without killing it?" He shook his head violently and threw his hands up in the air, "Here's what we're going to do! Is we're going to track down your parents and then find your sister and then I don't know."
"What about the meat?" she asked, moving around the drake, poking it and making sure this time it was as dead as it could be. "If all she took is the spine, the rest should be usable!"
"Oh, so now you think 'she' is involved, hm?" K'ile snapped at K'airos. "There anything else you only just now suddenly think?"
"Don't be like that!" she said while stomping one foot against the sand. "If she was close when the trap was set off she surely heard it..." She shook her head. "It's not important! Go look for dad and mom, I'll butcher this lizard."
"Don't wander off," K'ile said, pointing at her for emphasis. "Your parents went off towards camp. I'm going to have a huntress or two come out and help you." With that, he turned and ran off to track the scent of his brother and that woman.
K'airos stabbed the ground with her spear. "Tell them it worked...! Sort of." she yelled as he moved away from her.
K'airos did the same, throwing the spears she was carrying except her own. She groaned in annoyance. "I should have stayed."
"K'thalen should have stayed! Damn your father! Come on." He broke into a run, skirting around the trap just in case and making to follow the blood trail.
"Can we stablish that if the drake is dead this proves my point...?" she said lowly, almost afraid of being heard. She followed him across the bloodied sand.
K'ile ignored K'airos, jumping over the top of the dune and expecting have to run after the injured Drake. The best is uncomfortably close, laying limp in the sand in front of him. There's a massive bloody gouge running down its back in addition to all of the small sticks protruding from its gut and limbs. The Tia stumbles to a stop at the sight and makes a face of disgust.
K'airos instead proclaimed happily: "It worked!" Her smile and cheer did not last long, letting pass to the gruesome scene. "How...how much meat do you think we can get from it?"
"What? I don't know? Did someone take its... back bone?" he poked the massive gouge of missing flesh on the Drake. When he did this, the Drake's jaws opened and it let out a sick, grating screech, but otherwise remained still. K'ile jumped back, fell over, and rolled away from the thing. "It's still alive!"
Thalen's daughter hunched over at the screech and raised her spear. When the lizard did not move as far as she could see, she approached and thrust her spear quickly into the beast's side.
Watching this from his retreated position, K'ile frowned when the Drake did not retaliate to the stabbing. "How... do you take something's spine without killing it?" He shook his head violently and threw his hands up in the air, "Here's what we're going to do! Is we're going to track down your parents and then find your sister and then I don't know."
"What about the meat?" she asked, moving around the drake, poking it and making sure this time it was as dead as it could be. "If all she took is the spine, the rest should be usable!"
"Oh, so now you think 'she' is involved, hm?" K'ile snapped at K'airos. "There anything else you only just now suddenly think?"
"Don't be like that!" she said while stomping one foot against the sand. "If she was close when the trap was set off she surely heard it..." She shook her head. "It's not important! Go look for dad and mom, I'll butcher this lizard."
"Don't wander off," K'ile said, pointing at her for emphasis. "Your parents went off towards camp. I'm going to have a huntress or two come out and help you." With that, he turned and ran off to track the scent of his brother and that woman.
K'airos stabbed the ground with her spear. "Tell them it worked...! Sort of." she yelled as he moved away from her.
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