K'yohko Nunh [Semi closed]

[Lyraciilee]

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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]

"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."

[Lyraciilee]

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"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.