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Twinflame · **11-11-2013, 04:51 PM**

The worm was about one meter from his face and two meters wide, so hitting the thing with his arrow turned out to be really easy! So when the arrowhead glanced against a bit of armored hide and flipped off into the sand without doing any damage, K'ile felt somewhat robbed. With the worm towering over him and writhing in the air, small barbed legs kicking about and sand shifting beneath his feet, K'ile Tia tried to notch another arrow and spat at the thing, "Don't screw with me. I'm gonna get an arrow in you if I gotta-! Oof."

One of the thing's many legs struck his bow sideways and the barbs grabbed his arm, tearing at muscle and throwing him to the side. He hit the ground and rolled, loose arrows flying from his quiver and littering the ground around him. Sand in his eyes, he muttered curses and grabbed at the string of his bow again. But the string was limp, and the bow was half-broken.

"Bitch!" He snapped the cheap bow into two pieces and dropped it, grabbing up two handfuls of fallen arrows. "I said you're gonna take an arrow! Stop squirming!"

In all of his great wisdom, K'ile Tia ran at the worm with arrows clutched in his fists, shouting curses.

Clover · **11-11-2013, 06:44 PM**

Eager to listen to her sister's lessons, K'mih stood up from the rock she'd been sitting on. For now, she limited herself to watch the other two Miqo'tes, hoping to learn something valuable from them before trying it herself. It wouldn't be the first time she used a bow, but her skills were close to non existent and she feared to perform very badly.

("Try not to shoot your father.")

There was a painful twitch in K'mih's stomach at the mention of K'yohko. Confused eyes opened wider, hands traveling up near her chest as she looked in the direction K'ile's arrow was pointing at. Was her father nearby? CouldÂ he haveÂ heard what shouldn't be pronounced again...?

It was then that she started noticing aÂ strange sound accompanied by a growing temblor under their feet. The now feared K'yohko's voice had just registered in her mind when the sands seemed toÂ implodeÂ right next to them, making K'mih clumsily fall back onto the ground.

"Ah!"

ForÂ one, twoÂ seconds, herÂ eyes remained shut from the fall and the first wave of sand, armsÂ in front of her headÂ to protect herself.Â Shock filled her features when she finally rose her gaze, just to meet withÂ a monstrous figure towering over them,Â so enormous to K'mih's perception that she could have sworn that the creature's shadow was covering the sun itself. Traumatic images from her adulthood trialÂ reappeared in her mind, albeit this time sheÂ happened to beÂ completely unarmed, unable to have predicted that the daily training would meet such an outcome.

"K'ile!" She helplessly shouted when the worm managed to grabÂ the TiaÂ and toss him away with no effort. One of his arrows landed somewhere near her; using the chance that she was already on the ground, K'mih threw herself towards it and grabbed it as fast as possible. Perhaps there wasn't much she could do with such a petite edge, but she wanted to have claws in case of being grabbed as well.

Her wide open eyes travelled then around the scene. To K'ile who ran towards the giant worm with surprising and outstanding courage. To the monster which turned its head, furious, towards her father. Her lips parted widely as if they wanted to shoutÂ a name, but no voice came out of them. Instead, it was the sound of a deadlyÂ arrow impacting inside the monster's throat.

K'nahli · **11-11-2013, 08:26 PM**

"Confound it..." K'nahli growled to herself as she retreated towards K'mih, placing herself between her sister and the beast to serve as the best line of defence should the creature strike. K'yohko's call from afar was beyond reassuring. Despite the discomforting topic held not too long ago about the man, his presence was a welcomed relief to the blue-haired miqo'te who stood solid and defensive in protection of her little sister. The creature was much larger than regular sand worms and could easily withstand a number of strikes from an archer of her standard, even from close range.
K'yohko had wasted no time in coming to the trio's aid, though he was still too far off to strike the beast cleanly before it would launch itself at K'ile and toss him aside as if he were nothing.

"...tch" K'nahli grunted aggressively. She wanted to help, she wanted to subdue the beast and protect K'ile but.. she couldn't. K'mih was unarmed and she dared not risk aggravate the beast unless it were necessary. Her conscious screamed at her, tore at her from the inside.

-"Shoot! K'ile is in trouble!"- the voice of reason and moral resounded painfully within her skull. She couldn't just stand there and do nothing, and she had no intention to... but...

-"You would put his life at risk just in case K'mih gets hurt? She is not helpless!"-
Doubt quickly clouded her mind as her conscience urged her to help her brother. Why wouldn't her body follow?

-"NOW!"-

".................."

It was no use. She couldn't bring herself to take the initiative, she was too afraid to so much as call out for K'mih to run should it garner too much attention.

Suddenly, K'nahli's ears perked up straight as they picked up on that familiar, piercing sound of both wood and bone slicing through the air with kinetic intensity before hastily greeting it's target, puncturing cleanly through the thick hide of the colossal alpha that towered dauntingly before them. A magnificent spray of ruby escaped into the cerulean sky above, bathing and glistening beautifully in the sun's rays before softly cascading downwards, discipating partly into the wind while the remainder lightly stained the sun-baked, tangerine sands below.

K'nahli blinked twice in awe. It was almost scary how beautiful such a barbarous sight could appear to the beholder, though there was no time for her to remain but a spectator. In ignorance of her sister's sudden movement, K'nahli sought to utilize the chance that K'yohko had presented her. Now that the worm had turned its attention away from them, she quickly rearmed her weapon, targeting the back of the creature's skull with determined vehemence as another arrow soared cleanly from K'yohko's oaken bow into it's throat, causing it to gargle abhorrently as it choked on its own blood.
K'ile had quickly returned to his feet and had began charging towards their common target with an arrow in hand to serve as a replacement for his broken weapon. Studying his position closely from the corner of her eye, K'nahli furrowed her brow intently, her pupils constricting in absolute focus as she waited for the precise moment to release her arrow, choosing to delay it just enough so that K'ile would make contact at the same time it would only begin recoiling in pain from her shot.

It would give him ample time to assault it longer should it prove resilient in spite of its current condition.

Nauta Lyehga · **11-15-2013, 06:14 AM**

Despite having already killed the beast, it still had to die. Sandworms were notoriously dangerous for their capacity to slowly die and take things out with them. Namely cocky Miq'ote hunters that got too close. What Sandworm would be complete without a few death throes?

K'yohko was not surprised that K'mih tripped over herself, nor that K'nahli stood in front of her sister to protect. The only thing that really surprised K'yohko, was the fact that K'ile actually managed to hit something with his bow before being knocked aside uselessly. Somehow, K'yohko hadn't expected K'ile to be so foolish as to charge back in demanding the beast take arrows either. Experience told K'yohko that K'ile was going to be crushed beneath the worm's massive weight as it fell, and that punching arrows into his thick hide was much harder than it looked.Â

"Move away from it!" The Nunh called loudly, furrowing his brow ever so slightly in a particularly unusually opaque display of emotion. K'yohko racked his brain. What could he do to stop K'ile from being crushed? Tackle him? Shove him out of the way? But if he was thinking of the bigger picture, he was more valuable to the tribe as it's established Nunh. The loss of a Tia was far more recoverable than to loose the only present Nunh. Still, it wasn't as if he could simply let K'ile be crushed.Â

K'yohko darted forward, moving effortlessly through the sand without kicking up dust clouds behind him. He had walked through this sand all his life. Running through it was only second nature to him. Bringing his bow up once again, he pulled arrows from his quiver and shot them true and straight to the fleshy and less protected hide of the Sandworm's back end. Despite most of the Sandworm's attention going to what was in front of it, if K'yohko could only redirect that attention to another direction he might get the wurm to shift weight and fall without crushing the Tia.Â

One, two, three, and four arrows all pierced through the hide sharply in stinging succession. But the beast was completely focused on the threats in front of it. It flailed forward at K'ile, crying out loudly as the Tia stabbed it with arrows and K'nahli pierced through his head, sending a rain of crimson blood down upon K'ile. The wurm was dying now surely, as great globs of blood began dropping from his many toothed mouth at its front, once again raining down on K'ile. But it's flailing sent the droplets everywhere, including at K'mih and K'nahli.Â

By this time K'yohko had made it through the sands, dodging raining blobs of blood to a position between K'mih, K'nahli, and K'ile. He maintained a position so that he might not be crushed by the wurm should it fall, but in range that he might try to save anyone who could be in danger.

Twinflame · **11-27-2013, 12:15 PM**

The worm seemed to have five hundred legs that were undulating in a sick rhythm, away from its body and back, swinging up and down, like a mass of sickles organized to harvest his flesh from his bones. They all worked as one and failed as one, while K'ile ducked in between them to stick the arrows between the rigid plates on the worm's sides and into its gut. The task was mostly symbolic at this point. K'ile's efforts had never been required to kill it.
That did not mean this wasn't worthwhile.

As the worm's legs and body spasmed, growing gradually weaker, K'ile chose to stab his arrows into increasingly difficult places. The guts and sides were easy. The pits of flesh where its legs attached to its body were more difficult. As it fell and weakened, its maw and eyes remained risky targets, which he went for. It came with disappointing ease, but the exertion and the violence were satisfying enough to make up for his ruined archery lesson.

When its body hit the dirt with a loud thud, and did not rise again, K'ile finally danced away from it on nimble feet. He ended up standing two meters from the things twitching head, the smell of its failing breath not quite enough to sicken him, as wrapped as he was in an aura of pungent gore. Spitefully, he cast his last arrow into the things open mouth, and spat at it, "Bitch worm. Annoying piece of shit."

He cast his gaze towards K'mih and K'nahli, bypassing K'yohko completely. Everyone seemed alright.

Clover · **11-29-2013, 05:37 PM**

With the colossal worm dead on the ground, the peaceful song of the wind could be heard again. For Kâ€™mih, however, a new battle seemed to commence when she raised her eyes to the distant figure of her father, stoic and victorious after the fall of the giant.

It was odd.

It wasâ€¦

â€¦ like seeing him for the first time.

Her eyelids opened wide, only to quickly fall down to the ground. She didnâ€™t quite know what was wrong or why his image was making her so nervous now; it was fear, maybe. Fear for his eyes to look at her in the same way her mother and Kâ€™nahli had. Kâ€™ile would likely tell him, or heâ€™d find out just by looking at her. Ah, but what was he going to find out? What had she done wrong? Why was she suddenly feeling so guilty?

She gripped the piece of arrow she was holding.

â€œT-thank you, f-fatherâ€¦â€

Her voice trembled, her gaze still on the ground. The world was spinning around her and there seemed to be no way to make it stop. It wouldnâ€™t stop, she just didnâ€™t know yet.

â€œIâ€¦ E-excuse me!â€

Without waiting for any reply, the young Miqoâ€™te started running away, as fast and as far as she could. Whatever was wrong inside her, her father would find out; she didnâ€™t want to be there when that happened.

K'nahli · **11-29-2013, 07:58 PM**

K'nahli breathed a soft, sigh of relief as the two men succeeded in subduing the persistent beast. Her ruby eyes rose to glance upon K'yohko, studying him intently as thoughts of appreciation briefly crossed her mind. Her initial reluctance towards jumping in to aid K'ile had been concealed by his valiant efforts at least, and hopefully the tia hadn't noticed. It wasn't long before her expression had quickly grown into something more of discontentment, however. She had not forgotten about the brief conversation she had shared with her younger sister before both men had intruded upon their secluded spot; of course not, how could she? With that in mind, she removed her gaze from her father and instead turned it upon the small and silent form that had seemingly had at some point strayed from behind the protective barrier that her older sister's body had provided.

K'nahli's lips parted as if to address her sister. However, she was stopped in her tracks by K'mih herself.

".....!"

Before she had the chance to speak, K'mih had nervously spluttered her words of thanks to K'yohko right before excusing herself and speeding off into the distance in the direction of their camp.

"K'mih..!"

K'nahli called out towards her sister while extending an arm out as if to grab her. Her glimmering eyes revealed nothing short of worry for her fleeting sister, though there seemed to be little point in pursuing her - as would otherwise be her natural reaction. She simply needed to get away from the uncomfortable situation that K'yohko's presence had imparted upon them both. The young archer's hand slowly dropped back down by her side reluctantly. She watched as her sister's small form slowly fleeted further and further from the group while remaining lost in her own world of eternal concern for the pink-haired miqo'te.

K'nahli blinked a number of times before turning her focus back on K'yohko; her expression had grown noticeably more agitated as she looked upon his athletic form. She glared at him fiercely, her piercing eyes of deep crimson glowing alight with that rather common, fiery gaze which she was never shy to display when someone had successfully earned her agitation.

"I would thank you not to chase your quarry so mindlessly in our direction in the future, K'yohko" the girl spoke sharply as she folded her arms across her chest, running her eyes over his form in distaste before snapping head head away to face off into the distance.

Nauta Lyehga · **11-30-2013, 06:03 AM**

Well. K'ile was an idiot, but at least he was a dexterous idiot. With a surprising amount of dexterity, K'yohko watched the older Tia stab arrows across the might beast only to gracefully remove himself from being crushed as it fell.Â

K'yohko lowered his bow and carefully slung it around his torso. That had ended better than expected. K'nahli, K'mih, and even K'ile were all alright. He was satisfied with this. Not to mention the dead worm. It would make a good meal for the next few nights. All sorts of things could be made from the beast's carcass, and the prospects of a bit of ease to the tribe gave him a quiet happiness. Of course, he would have to have some of the others help him pull it apart and take it back to camp. But that shouldn't be such a difficult thing to get help with. Even the young kits could help with that.Â

Silent violent eyes glance towards the young pink-haired miq'ote as she spoke. K'mih was always so timid, he was not surprised that she stammered or had fallen to begin with. She somehow seemed more nervous than usual today though. K'yohko wondered if it had something to do with the interruption of their... gathering. Although, running was not something he usually saw her do. At least not from himself or especially not K'nahli. He wondered what it was that scared her away. K'yohko decided to speak with her at a later time. Perhaps learn some of those fears she was harboring to run like that.Â

His gaze moved next to his elder daughter as she moved to give chase, only to remain still. Strange. Normally K'nahli would give chase to the ends of the earth for her beloved sister. Why was it that she did not do so this day?Â

K'yohko tried to appraise what it was she was thinking. He could see worry for K'mih and agitation. Perhaps not initially with K'yohko himself, but at something else she simply was taking it out on him. No doubt if she were to grow angry and yell at him, K'ile would join in on the harassment.Â

The Nunh closed his eyes for a moment, letting a soft breeze cool his skin.Â

"I do not decide where my pray goes." K'yohko said finally, opening his eyes to look at Â K'nahli. There was no anger or irritation, only calm and soothing quiet. He did not need to explain himself to K'nahli. He did not feel the need to defend himself for only wishing to follow the vibrations as they traveled through the camp. "Go after her." he urged after a moment of quiet. "She needs you, as she always has. It would be beneficial if you were to inform some of the huntresses that the carcass is here while you are in camp."

Twinflame · **12-04-2013, 05:20 PM**

K'mih running off was somewhat less than surprising, even if inexplicable. That K'nahli did not immediately fly into a (composed) panic and chase after her was notable, but forgettable. K'yohko's monotone muttering was as boring as ever. The man spoke with the voice of a stone and had far less to say than even the dullest of pebbles.

"Hey K'yohko," K'ile said, walking over to the worm's corpse. "Just say that you're sorry and next time you'll kill it sooner. Have some grace, Nunh! And anyway," he stomped one of the arrows deeper intot he body of the monster. "I got more arrows in it than you did. My prey. I claim this worm!"

K'nahli · **12-04-2013, 10:57 PM**

A cocked eyebrow was K'nahli's response to the nuhn's intuitive proposal. Her brow furrowed as she turned to face toward K'yohko, unsure of what to discern from his words.

"She needs me?" K'nahli retorted mockingly; her stance displayed no subtlety towards her defensive state.

"If my sister needed me then I would not still be standing here to hear you suggest so, nuhn" she scoffed while allowing her arms to fall free by her sides before making her towards K'yohko.

The sound of the soft, sun-baked sand displacing underfoot was the only noise that could be heard for the brief moment it took for the young archer to make her way as far as the target of her harsh words. Her maroon eyes locked with her fathers' for a brief moment, her features failing to conceal her agitation while K'yohko's on the other hand, remained emotionless and neutral... as they always had.

Her lips parted slightly as though she had something further to say, though as he continued to retain his gaze upon her she soon found herself defeated and instead directed her eyes toward the ground submissively, almost as if they had shared in a sudden, unarranged staring competition. K'nahli could often display her fierce personality and she certainly wasn't one to back down when challenged, though Kyohko, her father; he was one of very few people who could drive her into a state of surrender. It was neither because he was intimidating nor because he could be just as stubborn as her, but rather because: when those magneta eyes peered into hers, it was as though he could see her as she truly was, where she was weak and helpless. The longer she tried try to persevere, the more she would feel as though she had been in the wrong.

Vibrant eyes hesitantly turned upon K'ile now as his earlier request returned to mind. He seemed naturally disinterested in her and more affixed upon her father whom he had always displayed some form of envy toward.

"Mayhap another day, K'ile..." she finally spoke, watching him for a moment before returning her glance towards the camp and proceeding forward.

"I'll inform the rest to come and help salvage the carcass" she added gloomily as she slowly departed the scene, leaving the two men alone to their business.

Nauta Lyehga · **12-04-2013, 11:58 PM**

K'ile was predictably hostile behind that semi-joking exterior. K'nahli's hostility was a little surprising. Usually the girl wasn't so... well then again this was concerning K'mih. Either way, K'yohko remained the same as he always did. He paused, listening to K'ile. The smallest of sighs escaped his lips and he looked back to K'nahli.

Thankfully his daughter gave in with a submissive look and began the trek back to camp. At least someone listened to him occasionally. With the matter of K'nahli and K'mih finished for the time being, K'yohko turned back to the worm carcass K'ile had 'claimed'.

"Very well." He answered, stepping next to the worm's mouth and kicking it further open with his foot. He stepped inside and ducked down, reaching in and with a firm pull, stepped out again with his arrow from the beast's mouth. More blood pooled down around his feet and he stepped out of the quickly pooling blood to clean his arrow in the sand. He did not need to say it to K'ile that his arrow was what killed the wurm nor that all of K'ile's arrows had only served to agitate the worm, and nothing else.

K'yohko finished cleaning the arrow and tucked it back into his quiver. He sat down to clean his feet of the blood as well using sand. "You should learn to use less arrows for you kills K'ile. It is wasteful." Was the only thing he had left to say to K'ile in the same calm and composed voice as always.

Twinflame · **12-05-2013, 12:06 AM**

"If you didn't want to be wasteful you'd use a lance!" K'ile said, his smile undamaged. He heft a few arrows in his hand, which he'd already pulled from the carcass. "The whole point of arrows is to poke it to death from afar because you're too scared or weak to get up and fight it straight." This wasn't something he actually believed, nor did he think that a claimed corpse had any value. Oh, no, that wasn't the point at all.

"Lances are our ancestral expertise for a reason," K'ile proclaimed, hoisting the bundle of arrows over his head awkwardly each time he got a new one. As if he could urge K'yohko to count along with him. He did nothing to clean himself of the thick blood that still coated him head to toe. "Bows are for sport. If I really want to kill something, all I need is one lance, and I can kill as many things as I want."

Nauta Lyehga · **12-14-2013, 02:35 AM**

"Ah. I see." Was K'yohko's only remark for a long time, his head turned to focus on his own bow. It looked to be just fine still, not that he was particularly worried about his bow. There was silence save for K'ile's loud retrieval of his arrows. The winds brought the scent of more Sandworm, which meant some sort of pack was on the move. Probably following the big one. They would need to get out of the area to prevent a massacre. K'yohko glanced back to the giant worm for a few seconds. It was a fine kill. A shame for a braggart liar to be taking the victory for it, but then again, who would ever believe K'ile could take it down with arrows he couldn't use.

"Then next time I shall leave it to you to take on such a foe. After all, putting myself at risk is foolish when a Tia could take it down alone." K'yohko's voice did not change from deadpan, nor his face move from stoic. Instead he simply walked past K'ile and back towards the tribe. "The one who killed it should remain with the body and bring it back to the tribe of course. See to it K'ile Tia." There was a faint emphasis on Tia before K'yohko simply walked away from the scene entirely.

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