Truly, had he not hunted with K’hai? Certainly they had, or at least K’yohko felt as if he could recall such a time when they hunted together. But one of them was certainly mistaken if they remembered it differently. But K’yohko reasoned it didn’t matter if they had or not. They were sharing this hunt, and that was all that matter at the moment.
K’yohko lead K’hai down the dunes, across the sands and away from their usual hunting grounds. Most game wasn’t there at this time, and if they were to find anything for this hunt it would be in an unexplored area. So K’yohko followed his hone senses and the wind’s soft whisper at his back. He paused for a moment to take in the sands and the winds and the unheard whispers of Azyema himself. His eyes opened with renewed vision and he continued on.
“Does it surprise you that they change? Our family has always been fickle; K’luha the most fickle of them all. She is like the wind in the Sagoli.†K’yohko paused as a soft breeze passed through them, cooling his burning skin from the sun intensity. “A welcome breeze to caress you and then a sudden sandstorm to kill.†K’yohko closed his eyes and let out a very soft sigh before his feet continued onwards. His sense were ever vigilant, although he seemed most fluid and at ease during a hunt. His hand loosely strayed towards the dagger at his right hip. “Of K’piru, I would wish you did not speak. The woman does not deserve our namesake and if she ever returned,†K’yohko looked back with deadly eyes to K’hai, “I would kill her myself for what she did. When the fire rained from the sky in Carteneu, it rained down in the Sagoli. Most of our family was killed instantly, but many were left with burning wounds. When we returned back from the war, K’ile ran to his brother’s woman and cried about his loss. And then K’piru cried too and forsook her duties as a shaman. All those two could do was think of themselves and their loss, and let countless others die because their little family was dead.†K’yohko’s voice rose angrily although he did not mean it to. The sins from five years ago haunted him just as strong, if not stronger than they haunted the rest of the tribe. “K’piru let my mother and my sisters and uncles and aunts and brothers die; wailing because she lost K’thalen. K’ile didn’t even bother to tell K’thalen’s surviving children he was dead. I had to carry the bodies to bury them. Alone. I alone had the burden of fighting back the sandworms when the dead attracted them. And the bloatflies and the disease. And then K’ile assaulted me because I confronted K’piru for her sins and when K’piru realized her sins; she ran. She abandoned us a second time.†K’yohko bitterly kept his eyes in front of him as they walked. His courel followed behind, sense open as she could feel her master’s resentfulness and anger festering.
“The Calamity has changed us all. It poisoned us all K’hai. Perhaps they cured you at the Lake of Bronze, but the rest of us remain sick. We remain feeble and dying. We are not what we used to be, and I fear for the worst in the coming days….†K’yohko trailed off from his thoughts and crouched down to take in the scents of the wind again. He smelt game in the distances. Sanddrakes; they would make a good kill and bring enough food for the new arrivals for some time. But it was a risk with only two people. Their thick hides might not break for the kill before K’hai or himself were injured badly. It was a risk that K’yohko was willing to take if the flames of the beast could subdue his bitter anger.
K’yohko lead K’hai down the dunes, across the sands and away from their usual hunting grounds. Most game wasn’t there at this time, and if they were to find anything for this hunt it would be in an unexplored area. So K’yohko followed his hone senses and the wind’s soft whisper at his back. He paused for a moment to take in the sands and the winds and the unheard whispers of Azyema himself. His eyes opened with renewed vision and he continued on.
“Does it surprise you that they change? Our family has always been fickle; K’luha the most fickle of them all. She is like the wind in the Sagoli.†K’yohko paused as a soft breeze passed through them, cooling his burning skin from the sun intensity. “A welcome breeze to caress you and then a sudden sandstorm to kill.†K’yohko closed his eyes and let out a very soft sigh before his feet continued onwards. His sense were ever vigilant, although he seemed most fluid and at ease during a hunt. His hand loosely strayed towards the dagger at his right hip. “Of K’piru, I would wish you did not speak. The woman does not deserve our namesake and if she ever returned,†K’yohko looked back with deadly eyes to K’hai, “I would kill her myself for what she did. When the fire rained from the sky in Carteneu, it rained down in the Sagoli. Most of our family was killed instantly, but many were left with burning wounds. When we returned back from the war, K’ile ran to his brother’s woman and cried about his loss. And then K’piru cried too and forsook her duties as a shaman. All those two could do was think of themselves and their loss, and let countless others die because their little family was dead.†K’yohko’s voice rose angrily although he did not mean it to. The sins from five years ago haunted him just as strong, if not stronger than they haunted the rest of the tribe. “K’piru let my mother and my sisters and uncles and aunts and brothers die; wailing because she lost K’thalen. K’ile didn’t even bother to tell K’thalen’s surviving children he was dead. I had to carry the bodies to bury them. Alone. I alone had the burden of fighting back the sandworms when the dead attracted them. And the bloatflies and the disease. And then K’ile assaulted me because I confronted K’piru for her sins and when K’piru realized her sins; she ran. She abandoned us a second time.†K’yohko bitterly kept his eyes in front of him as they walked. His courel followed behind, sense open as she could feel her master’s resentfulness and anger festering.
“The Calamity has changed us all. It poisoned us all K’hai. Perhaps they cured you at the Lake of Bronze, but the rest of us remain sick. We remain feeble and dying. We are not what we used to be, and I fear for the worst in the coming days….†K’yohko trailed off from his thoughts and crouched down to take in the scents of the wind again. He smelt game in the distances. Sanddrakes; they would make a good kill and bring enough food for the new arrivals for some time. But it was a risk with only two people. Their thick hides might not break for the kill before K’hai or himself were injured badly. It was a risk that K’yohko was willing to take if the flames of the beast could subdue his bitter anger.
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