The Wild Hunt [semi closed?]

[Kiht]

Pushing his eyelids to their limit with how wide his gaze became as he was brutishly tossed to the arid desert landscape beneath them. A thud that radiated through out the outskirts of the camp. Instantly closing his eyes and laying flat against the heated ground. Inhaling sharply before spitting out a gust of stored air as his sister took perch upon his stomach. Wiggling in utter defiance of this situation, Kiht finally gave up and limply plopped in defeat.

 

Exerting a heavy sigh before pivoting his skull towards K'mih, sticking out his lower lip before exerting a puff of air skywards, blowing a displaced strand of golden hair from his gaze. Finally, he gathered a bit of strength and propped himself up on both elbows. Cradling his skull in the palm of one hand. Quietly murmuring beneath his breath, more to himself than anyone.

 

"...Sitting on me isn't going to find her."

[Dehqon]

[Clover]

When the hysterical mother looked back at K'mih, she was met with a horrified expression in the girl's face. The tanned Miqo'te closed her mouth quickly and stood firm, more out of fear than out of respect, albeit the latter was always present when she talked to her elders.

 

"The last time I saw her, she was heading to her tent!" She informed the best she could. It was only after she pronounced those words that she realized how useless that information would actually be.

 

Had K'ailia returned to her tent, her mother wouldn't have been driven to this state.

 

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

 

An awkward silence reigned in the girl's throat right after. Luckily, another Miqo'te that approached them diverted the attention towards herself.

[Lyraciilee]

K'luha's eye twitched in extreme irritability at her brother's lack of concern. As she promptly got up full and dusted herself off, she sent a swift kick backwards towards Khit's groin. Just for good measure. 

 

Finally she glanced to K'mih, her eyes dropping to an annoyed half-lidded appearance at the small girl's pearls of wisdom. She could have slapped herself, but the call of a new voice caught her attention first. K'luha glanced over as K'latolo joined the small collection of tribe members now. 

 

The mother shook her head, too irritable to deal with another woman trying to assert herself. One would think everyone would be used to K'luha's yelling by now. 

 

"K'ailia's missing. Again." she frowned, crossing her arms beneath her bust and shot a dirty glare back to Khit. She shook it off before looking back to K'latolo. "Apparently she was headed back to my tent, but something had distracted her. Or injured her in the meantime."

[Kiht]

Swiveling his skull to glance towards the newest voices before his eyes nearly bulged forth from the depths of his skull. The connection of foot to a rather sensitive area caused him to instantly curl as his sibling removed herself from his chest. Assuming a fetal position, coughing absently into the dust coated ground. Taking his sweet time in recovering... Perhaps if he milked this injury for long enough they'd all just forget he was there. 

 

Deciding to elevate a palm to fish-hook out a pocket knife with a curled digit. Before digging back into the same pocket and tugging out a small triangle of wood. He proceeded to sharpen it's edges. Still in a curled defensive position, absent mindedly tending to his own works in creating another arrow-head.

[K'nahli]

K'nahli's eyes glazed over as their lids drooped inattentively at the distant squabbling of K'luha and today's audience she had managed to gather. Though the commotion was occurring far away from her it was clear what was going on.

 

("Kailia....") K'nahli sighed quietly to herself as she took aim at the cactus in the distance.

[Kailia]

The moth landed on a cactus and K'ailia continued stalking her prey. She was completely tunnel visioned on the moth and leapt for it just as the arrow whizzed by her head, but luckily the moth flew off before the arrow impacted the cactus. Her first reaction was to scream as loud as she could and fell backwards on her bottom, her tail completely fluffed out from fright.

[K'nahli]

"EHHH...??"

 

K'nahli recoiled in horror as she noticed the shape of someone falling backwards onto their backside after having fired an arrow in their direction. She didn't hit the person at least but sure enough it was a very close call. K'nahli immediately raced forward, latching her bow around her nimble body as she did so, allowing herself full momentum as she sprinted speedily, yet silently, through the cooling, Sagoli evening towards the startled intruder.

 

As she came closer, she recognised the young tribe member's clothing and immediately identified the reason for why she had not noticed her earlier.

 

"...."

 

K'nahli came to a skidding halt, falling to her knees before K'ailia as she gripped her firmly by the shoulders. A frightened expression loitered on her face as she studied the young girl, ensuring that she was in no ways injured.

 

"K'ailia, are.... are you alright? Did I hurt you in any way?" K'nahli breathed in an exasperated tone, staring the girl directly in the eye with still-prominent look of worry.

[Kailia]

K'ailia looked back at K'nahli with her bright green eyes, tearful, "noo..."

 

But her tail was still puffed out and twitching still with fright. Her ears were pinned back as she was shaking. Suddenly she embraced K'nahli trying to take comfort over her ordeal.

[Lyraciilee]

K'luha glanced up towards the hot desert sun. Such a warm day, as it always was in the desert. Hopefully K'ailia was ok. Maybe she was overreacting? She did run off all the time and had been mostly fine after all. Perhaps, K'luha thought, she would return to her tent and wait it out. Perhaps K'ailia was old enough to start taking care of herself. 

 

Of course, that was what she had been thinking until the mother heard the very distinct scream of her child not far from where she was. K'luha paled and whirled around towards the sound. 

 

"K'ailia!?" she screeched, terrified that her daughter had been hurt. And with that she rushed through the desert sand towards the origin of the scream, kicking up a small dust cloud behind her.

[Kiht]

A slight flick of Kiht's ears picked up the extremely hard to miss screech from across the camp. Flinching slightly as his ears instinctively pinned themselves to the embrace of his skull to ward off the unnecessary pitch increase. Rising to his feet as his sister took off in a haze of dust. Brushing off the remnants of murky soil that decided to taint his clothes. 

 

Until his train of thought had it's tracked blocked by the unnerving sound of cracking.. The straining cries of groaning wood emitted as he rose. Before his expression paled intensely as his sapphire gaze met with the dangling branch. The once expertly made bow, had been snapped in half within the chaos of being sit on.

 

Hanging his head in slight depression, glancing over towards the duo of females still around, as the dust cloud began to diminish. Exerting a heavy sigh before slumping off into the camp. Back to the drawing board.

[Dehqon]

Two women had taken off after the scream of the wayward child who hadn't been far away after all. K'latolo lets out a sigh and closes her eyes as she counts to five to let some of the fake authority drain away so she can relax again. She wasn't cut out for the whole Take Charge thing which is why she spent so much time scouting and hunting. Once she felt better grounded she reached down to grab the Tia by the back of his shirt and haul him to his feet.

 

"Up with you. Doing okay?" Khit may have been a Tia but he was still part of the tribe and deserved attention in case anything was broken from being sit on.

[K'nahli]

K'nahli paused for a moment in apprehension, before engaging herself in the hug.

 

"...K'ailia...." K'nahli whispered softly to the frightened Miqo'te in a lulling tone, trying her best to calm her younger sister.

 

"What are you doing out here? You know better than to go wandering, your mother with be worr-..." K'nahli stopped mid-sentence. Her expression turned completely vacant. Her eyes became an everlasting and destitute abyss as she stared blankly at the gritty ground beyond the young Miqo'te clinging to her tearfully.

 

(K'luha...) she thought silently to herself, as the realisation of her grave situation suddenly dawned upon her.

 

K'nahli quickly threw K'ailia off of her, causing her to land with a slight bump before her. Her eyes still focused on the ground, darting back and forth repeatedly as her thoughts raced inside of her head.

 

(It's coming....)

 

"K'ailia... you.... you need to tell your mother..." K'nahli tried to construct a sentence as she began edging away from the girl, but her panic made that understandably difficult. She hopped to her feet and immediately stole her arrow back from the cactus she had targeted earlier. She quickly snapped it into little pieces and discarded them into the brush where they would not be found before taking several steps backwards as her fully-dilated eyes turned to focus on K'ailia's small figure.

 

"..tell her.... tell her I saved you from a sand worm or something!" she finally finished her sentence with a distressed tone as she turned on her heels and sped off in the opposite direction, abandoning the confused girl who was still oblivious to the mini sandstorm forming in the distance behind her.

[Lyraciilee]

The raging stampede of a single mother came roaring through the desert towards K'ailia in an enormous dust cloud. The ground rumbled as she tore through the sands before her keen eyes spotted her child on the floor... near a damned cactus. K'luha skidded to a halt, sliding across the sand until she was sitting on the ground next to her child. 

 

The very first thing she noticed was her baby's fuzzed up tail and pale skin. K'luha wasted no time reaching forward to embrace K'ailia into her chest, squeezing K'ailia with all of her might. 

 

"K'ailia! You had me so worried! What happened? You look so pale, and your tail!" she cooed in a soft motherly tone, leaning in to kiss the top of her child's head repeatedly. If K'ailia was scared, there had to of been some danger somewhere. K'luha's eyes shot up, scanning the horizon for danger. The only thing she spotted was the fleeing form of another Miq'ote with black hair. 

 

"Where you attacked!?" K'luha sputtered suddenly, a bit wide-eyed as she looked to K'ailia. "Who did it? Tell me." she ordered firmly, but still soothingly.

[Kailia]

K'ailia clung to her mother sobbing. It took a few moments for her to calm down, as her tail fur slowly receded.

"K'nahli s-said to s-say somethin' about sandworm...", then looked up at her mother, "Then s-she went an p-pulled her arrow out of the cactus and broke it..."

K'ailia then pointed in the direction the arrow was buried, before sniffling again, "Then she went and ran away."

[Kiht]

Halting slightly to lock gazes with K'latolo, rolling a shoulder in an attempt to stretch out any cramped muscles from being used as a glorified couch. Raising a palm skywards to scratch behind one of his ears absent mindedly, his gaze flicking over towards the commotion.

 

"...Used to it."

 

Raising the splintered bow skywards to inspect it, he offered a slight huff before glancing back over towards K'latolo, offering a somber nod as he fiddled with the limp, swinging upper haft.

 

"...Might want to go after Sister Sandstorm over there... Before she rips apart the camp... and it's residents."

 

Kiht's attention swiveled over towards K'mih, Perking a brow skywards at the fact she was still there. Pursing his lips before wandering off to sit at the base of a nearby, sad looking arid tree. Plopping down by it's trunk.

 

K'mih opted to wander into the camp, probably in search for K'nahli, even though in irony she was at the heat of the moment.

[Dehqon]

Nobody should be left unarmed, even hen in sight of the camp, so K'latolo followed Kiht just far enough to throw the spear she'd been holding so it would land near him. She didn't even stay to watch how close the sharpened length of timber came but would know soon enough by any screaming, or lack thereof. Finding out what was going on by the cactus was more important for now so that's where she went with that false bravado back in place.

 

She stopped several fulms away to watch and determine whether somebody was in need of a pinch to the ear, or if all was well.

[Lyraciilee]

'K'nahli?' 

 

K'luha thought immediately, furrowing her brows. Her fingers carefully ran down K'ailia's back in a comforting manner. Something about a sandworm and an arrow? Then that must have been who was running away, right? 

 

The mother clicked her tongue lightly. It didn't make much sense to her yet, but she would get to the bottom of it. But for now, what mattered was that K'ailia was okay. K'luha carefully moved to pick up K'ailia in her arms and stand. 

 

"Come on baby, let's go back to camp ok? We'll sort everything out. I'll make you your favorite dinner ok? Don't cry love." K'luha cooed, leaning in to nuzzle K'ailia's cheek softly.

[Kailia]

K'ailia instantly relaxed and her tail began swaying with anticipation. She loved her mother's mushroom recipe.

"Okay!", it was as if all the event was long past. And the thought of warm cooked goodness was making her start to salivate. She quickly jumped up to ride on her mother's back, back to camp. All was well and will end well with her full tummy!

[Kiht]

Flinching dramatically at the sudden erupting of sound from beside him. Huffing out a held in breath as he glanced over to witness the cause of the minor tremor. Blinking at the rather titanic spear protruding forth from the harsh, unforgiving desert terrain. Or at least it seemed rather enormous from the sitting position he had adopted. Raising a brow at weaponry before gripping the shaft in curiosity. Murmuring to himself about it's stature.

 

"Well... might make a decent arrow if it wasn't so massive..."

 

Sighing slightly he moved to choke the throat of the spear with both hands, tugging out with a strain, to no avail. It was wedged quite firmly in the stubborn ground. Finally it began to creak, giving warning to it's inevitable downfall. Yet there wasn't much he could do. The mast tilted, gravity's cruel grips encapsulated the object and caused it to fall directly atop Kiht's outstretched legs. Pinning him minorly as he spend the evening wrestling with a stick, trying to get it off the majority of his body.

 

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