So they watched, completely and utterly surrounded by this clan and thier people. That's when Lyn actually noticed it, there were no males. It was like reality had just slapped him across his face and brought it all to the forefront of his mind. A dying race, especially the nomads whose life style of hunting was change to be called "poaching" and they were considered nuisances. Now there was roughly one male for every twelve females. Whatever was causing this was a terrible thing, at this rate the race either die or be deluded. He did not dwell long on these thoughts though. For even though his smile had begin to fade as his mind went through the internal monologue it snapped back to reality when an older male bustled through the crowd in a zealous fashion. He spoke directly to Kiht, ah this was HIM. So Lyns smile instantly came back as the mans words hit his ears. He chuckled out loud at the man shaking his head. Lyn's words were confident and sly as he spoke a short retort, even if he wasn't the one being spoken to.Â
"Eh gonna have to stop you there friend, while I appreciate your interest in me being your next "target" I don't swing that way, heh."Â
Then just as Lyn finished another voice spoke up, this one authoritative as the seas of miqote seemed to part and one was left standing before them. Ah this must be her, not as grand as Lyn had imagined but then again he had imagined quite a lot. She looked Lyn up and down and he tilted his head now smiling at her kindly. Her actions were foreign to Lyn, looking at the symbols on his face closely then the wooden wand on his bone armor. He almost seen her smile then and there... almost. It was now that she asked her flurry of questions, simple ones but then again the last one was the hardest one. How could he answer that? They would surely not let him in. He kept his smile though as he began to answer her questions hiding all emotion as the Matriarch did behind a mask.
"Greetings Matriarch, I am Lyn Konge I AM a Moon Keeper Guardian, and I wear these colors to always remind me of what I am, what I want to protect and why I protect it. Red represents blood, I am a killer, a hunter of the beasts that hunt us..."
With that he unstraps the medium sized heavy leather sack hanging off his right hip and would toss it to the matriarch.
 "You will find my proof there... As for the white, it is pure, un changed, un tainted by the times. It is something.."
He would turn to look at Kiht for a second squeezing her hand then looks back to the clan leader.Â
"That I care for very much. All of these things represent white and your clans way of life. So I plan to use the red to protect the white. That is why wear these colors Matriarch."Â
In honesty his words shocked even himself. They were the truth but not why he initially picked the colors. He kept his kind smile through the entire speech as if nothing would ever change about him. As if nothing could effect him, he put this mask on the day his father died. That barrier was a strong one and only one woman was ever able to batter it down with such a strength that he couldn't help but fall with it. He waited for the older female and her answer. All the while his mind racing, what would she do? What would she say? Only the passage of time would say, and to him it seemed time had stopped.
"Eh gonna have to stop you there friend, while I appreciate your interest in me being your next "target" I don't swing that way, heh."Â
Then just as Lyn finished another voice spoke up, this one authoritative as the seas of miqote seemed to part and one was left standing before them. Ah this must be her, not as grand as Lyn had imagined but then again he had imagined quite a lot. She looked Lyn up and down and he tilted his head now smiling at her kindly. Her actions were foreign to Lyn, looking at the symbols on his face closely then the wooden wand on his bone armor. He almost seen her smile then and there... almost. It was now that she asked her flurry of questions, simple ones but then again the last one was the hardest one. How could he answer that? They would surely not let him in. He kept his smile though as he began to answer her questions hiding all emotion as the Matriarch did behind a mask.
"Greetings Matriarch, I am Lyn Konge I AM a Moon Keeper Guardian, and I wear these colors to always remind me of what I am, what I want to protect and why I protect it. Red represents blood, I am a killer, a hunter of the beasts that hunt us..."
With that he unstraps the medium sized heavy leather sack hanging off his right hip and would toss it to the matriarch.
 "You will find my proof there... As for the white, it is pure, un changed, un tainted by the times. It is something.."
He would turn to look at Kiht for a second squeezing her hand then looks back to the clan leader.Â
"That I care for very much. All of these things represent white and your clans way of life. So I plan to use the red to protect the white. That is why wear these colors Matriarch."Â
In honesty his words shocked even himself. They were the truth but not why he initially picked the colors. He kept his kind smile through the entire speech as if nothing would ever change about him. As if nothing could effect him, he put this mask on the day his father died. That barrier was a strong one and only one woman was ever able to batter it down with such a strength that he couldn't help but fall with it. He waited for the older female and her answer. All the while his mind racing, what would she do? What would she say? Only the passage of time would say, and to him it seemed time had stopped.
