The dark animal hide that decorated her hand in the form of numerous bands let out a soft creaking sound as she gripped the bow tightly in her right hand. It was cool beneath the protective shade of the tent. Even the intensity of Azeyma’s glare failed to press much light passed the limp, tent flaps that lay a couple of feet behind the girl; though purposefully allowed just enough to dimly illuminate the interior so that it were easy to navigate within.
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K’nahli’s maroon eyes locked onto her weapon. Slowly, they trained over it’s delicately-carved texture, involuntarily following along the length of the wood grain that guided her vision across it. She was still hurt by her father’s words, even as she tried to reason with herself given the severity of the situation that had, at the time, been unknown to her. It was odd, she thought, that somehow his reaction had more of a hold over her mind than the potential, looming danger that he warned of. Perhaps it was for that reason why she had so much difficulty understanding the way he had spoken and acted toward her and choosing to do anything but take it personally.
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The girl squeezed her grip more tightly against the belly of her bow as she finally managed to frown lightly - though her expression looked to be more of a pained one than one of anger. She breathed in deeply, bidding her eyes to a calming close for a few seconds before re-opening them once again to accompany a soft and melancholic exhale. Slipping the bow over her head and down over her nimble body, she quickly turned to abandon the tranquillity of her tent before the peace she found there stole her away for much longer. Passing through the flaps once again, she was engulfed in the sun’s brilliance, forcing her to instinctively raise her arm to protect her eyes. A faint note of puzzlement echoed from the depths of her throat as the intensity of the sun’s brightness caught her a little off guard. It felt like it had only been a moment but perhaps she was inside a little longer than she had thought. K’nahli had always been awkwardly susceptible to falling lost within her own thoughts to the point of losing track of time, albeit this time it at least seemed to have been no more than a few minutes.
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The girl blinked a couple of times in a vain effort to recover from her momentary daze before turning to face toward her destination. There was a lot of commotion going on amongst the entire tribe, even some angry shouting it had seemed; though not a single word of it was registered within her mind. Unless she were directly involved then she had no interest in joining such annoying engagements.
With a gentle huff she pushed forward through the camp with a steady trot. Avoiding contact at such a time would normally have felt rather selfish but at least now she had an excuse.
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Her eyes fell upon a distant dune that lay on the outskirts of the camp ahead.
It would serve both her mind and her duty as a huntress adequately for the time being.
The girl proceeded forward, deliberately rendering herself oblivious to everything that was happening around her. She didn't want to get involved with anything right now; or more accurately, anyone. Her heart oozed with a thick venom, causing bitter thoughts to flow throughout her mind. Sometimes it felt like it were an unspoken law for at least one person in the tribe to deliberately and indiscriminately piss her off on a regular basis. A humoured idea as it were, she couldn't even force a belated smile as her thoughts came back to that of K'rahto.
The girl would never admit it, not even to herself... but it was not just her father who had hurt her today and the denial of such only made the thought of the tia anger her more than it had any right to.
Her thoughts were soon cast aside however as numerous splotches of blood trailing along the ground caught her attention. Having making herself oblivious to all but her destination ahead she had momentarily forgotten where exactly she was. She studied the trail for a couple of seconds before realising what the source had been. Here eye lids dropped lazily over her irises as she childishly feigned disinterest in an attempt to fool herself - though ignoring the fact that she had already begun following the blood spatter. Her eyes were focused down on the sand as she walked. The dark blots of blood had fermented into a deep, near-black crimson when mixed together with the countless, parasitic grains of sand that infected it. As unhealthy an image as lost blood would generally portray, the trail was even less of a sight to behold, giving the impression that her fathers injuries were even worse than they had evidently been when she stood before him. Adamant as the girl would hold herself to her annoyance, she did well to subdue most of the anxiety that once again began to tickle inside her.
It was not until the dampened rattle of the medic tent in the evening breeze echoed loudly in her presence that her gaze was forced upward from the crimson splotches that tainted that the golden sands.
"..........."
K'nahli blinked with a moment's surprise before a familiar scowl returned to shape her eyes and furrow her brow. That's right... he was here, wasn't he? How could she have forgotten such an important fact? K'nahli's fists tightened by her side as she contained her irritation from merely having to look at the tia, forcing her gaze away from him in her moment's pause before trying to walk on past him.
"....."
Though it was no use. The girl only made it a few steps before her provoking concerns had forced her to a halt. Frustrations aside, she just nee...- Â ...wanted to make sure that the old fool had gone inside to have himself tended to. It would settle her mind a little after all... yes. A perfectly, reasonable desire.
"Tia!" K'nahli snapped suddenly as she whipped around on the spot to face K'rahto. It was foolish of her to add to the tension that already existed between them but addressing him by name felt almost too familiar than the male deserved.
"My father... did he come here?"
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K’nahli’s maroon eyes locked onto her weapon. Slowly, they trained over it’s delicately-carved texture, involuntarily following along the length of the wood grain that guided her vision across it. She was still hurt by her father’s words, even as she tried to reason with herself given the severity of the situation that had, at the time, been unknown to her. It was odd, she thought, that somehow his reaction had more of a hold over her mind than the potential, looming danger that he warned of. Perhaps it was for that reason why she had so much difficulty understanding the way he had spoken and acted toward her and choosing to do anything but take it personally.
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It was natural for him to be angry she thought, anxious even… and yet…
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The girl squeezed her grip more tightly against the belly of her bow as she finally managed to frown lightly - though her expression looked to be more of a pained one than one of anger. She breathed in deeply, bidding her eyes to a calming close for a few seconds before re-opening them once again to accompany a soft and melancholic exhale. Slipping the bow over her head and down over her nimble body, she quickly turned to abandon the tranquillity of her tent before the peace she found there stole her away for much longer. Passing through the flaps once again, she was engulfed in the sun’s brilliance, forcing her to instinctively raise her arm to protect her eyes. A faint note of puzzlement echoed from the depths of her throat as the intensity of the sun’s brightness caught her a little off guard. It felt like it had only been a moment but perhaps she was inside a little longer than she had thought. K’nahli had always been awkwardly susceptible to falling lost within her own thoughts to the point of losing track of time, albeit this time it at least seemed to have been no more than a few minutes.
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The girl blinked a couple of times in a vain effort to recover from her momentary daze before turning to face toward her destination. There was a lot of commotion going on amongst the entire tribe, even some angry shouting it had seemed; though not a single word of it was registered within her mind. Unless she were directly involved then she had no interest in joining such annoying engagements.
With a gentle huff she pushed forward through the camp with a steady trot. Avoiding contact at such a time would normally have felt rather selfish but at least now she had an excuse.
Â
Her eyes fell upon a distant dune that lay on the outskirts of the camp ahead.
It would serve both her mind and her duty as a huntress adequately for the time being.
The girl proceeded forward, deliberately rendering herself oblivious to everything that was happening around her. She didn't want to get involved with anything right now; or more accurately, anyone. Her heart oozed with a thick venom, causing bitter thoughts to flow throughout her mind. Sometimes it felt like it were an unspoken law for at least one person in the tribe to deliberately and indiscriminately piss her off on a regular basis. A humoured idea as it were, she couldn't even force a belated smile as her thoughts came back to that of K'rahto.
The girl would never admit it, not even to herself... but it was not just her father who had hurt her today and the denial of such only made the thought of the tia anger her more than it had any right to.
Her thoughts were soon cast aside however as numerous splotches of blood trailing along the ground caught her attention. Having making herself oblivious to all but her destination ahead she had momentarily forgotten where exactly she was. She studied the trail for a couple of seconds before realising what the source had been. Here eye lids dropped lazily over her irises as she childishly feigned disinterest in an attempt to fool herself - though ignoring the fact that she had already begun following the blood spatter. Her eyes were focused down on the sand as she walked. The dark blots of blood had fermented into a deep, near-black crimson when mixed together with the countless, parasitic grains of sand that infected it. As unhealthy an image as lost blood would generally portray, the trail was even less of a sight to behold, giving the impression that her fathers injuries were even worse than they had evidently been when she stood before him. Adamant as the girl would hold herself to her annoyance, she did well to subdue most of the anxiety that once again began to tickle inside her.
It was not until the dampened rattle of the medic tent in the evening breeze echoed loudly in her presence that her gaze was forced upward from the crimson splotches that tainted that the golden sands.
"..........."
K'nahli blinked with a moment's surprise before a familiar scowl returned to shape her eyes and furrow her brow. That's right... he was here, wasn't he? How could she have forgotten such an important fact? K'nahli's fists tightened by her side as she contained her irritation from merely having to look at the tia, forcing her gaze away from him in her moment's pause before trying to walk on past him.
"....."
Though it was no use. The girl only made it a few steps before her provoking concerns had forced her to a halt. Frustrations aside, she just nee...- Â ...wanted to make sure that the old fool had gone inside to have himself tended to. It would settle her mind a little after all... yes. A perfectly, reasonable desire.
"Tia!" K'nahli snapped suddenly as she whipped around on the spot to face K'rahto. It was foolish of her to add to the tension that already existed between them but addressing him by name felt almost too familiar than the male deserved.
"My father... did he come here?"
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
