K'yohko breathed out slowly. He could feel K'zhumi's approach, stepping awkwardly through the dirt and grass. It felt so different than the warm sands of the Sagoli. It was... uncomfortable. But K'yohko was trying to make his peace with it all.
"K'zhumi." he called out breathlessly. He opened his eyes, still a stormy violet color as they ever were and motioned for her to enter. "Close the flap as you enter." His instructions were brief, and more of a request than a real instruction.
K'iara nodded back at K'tahjha, her body slinking down naturally and following only a pace or two behind Tahj. Her burning blue eyes following every small movement of her girl's, keeping up with her easily and surveying the lands. For such a young and inexperienced hunter, K'iara was mildly impressed at her ability to move quietly. She was not silent as K'iara was, but she was quiet and quick. That was the most important thing.
They moved swiftly and silently, all of the huntresses, through their new homeland. The awkward terrain and strange dirt only served to slow them down shortly. K'iara found the dirt over in this area turned to mostly mud due to recent rains, and shortly found herself covered in more mud than she liked. It was a strange sensation, as she had never seen or been in mud before. But it as an unimportant sensation for the time. Her focus remained on the hunt, and on Tahj leading them to the hunting grounds. As they rounded up towards the last hill, K'iara sniffed the air gently. She could smell K'nhali, but the woman was at the top of the hill like a huntress ought to be. There was another smell besides the overwhelming mud and the scent of prey. K'rahto? What was that useless boy doing her? K'iara narrowed her gaze and motioned for the huntresses to pause just behind the crest of the hill. K'iara clambered to the top of it herself and peered over its edge.
First, she noticed the large grazing heard. All the animals seemed thick and juicy with delicious meat. And their furs were thick and heavy. Perfect for keeping warm. Her ears perked up lightly. She desired a blanket made of their furs foremost. But mostly, the elders would appreciate something so warm in their strange new weather. But there was something more alarming to be noticed, and that was her foolish younger brother pinning K'nahli to the floor. A thick angry rage boiled through her blood and she pushed her hand down to her axe. There was no time for their idiocy. She snapped her head back to the others and motioned them silently forward. She pointed out the largest bull she could that linger on the edge of herd somewhat near K'nahli and K'rahto.
"On my signal." K'iara muttered angrily, clambering over the edge of the hill and carefully stalking down it towards K'nahli and K'rahto. She sidled down as close as she could, her movement fluid and never ceasing. Her hand reach out to grab at the back of K'rahto's neck, moving sharply behind she could make a motion to throw his entire body at their prey. She didn't care if he ran away or if he fell short of the target, she would deal with him more firmly later. She only waited another brief moment before roaring loudly, lion-like, and springing forward to jump on the back of the beast, digging her hatchet into its back. K'iara held onto her hatchet, almost riding the beast like some sort of chocobo. The other huntresses well knew the routine now. Those with bows pushed forward to the edge of the cliff and rain arrows down. K'iara twisted herself to the side of the beast who now raged and bucket violently in pain. Arrows dug into its soft flesh easily, but its thick coat made it hard for some of the arrows to bite into flesh. Its thick coat was indeed, so thick, that even the arrows that bit into the flesh fell out shortly after.
"K'zhumi." he called out breathlessly. He opened his eyes, still a stormy violet color as they ever were and motioned for her to enter. "Close the flap as you enter." His instructions were brief, and more of a request than a real instruction.
K'iara nodded back at K'tahjha, her body slinking down naturally and following only a pace or two behind Tahj. Her burning blue eyes following every small movement of her girl's, keeping up with her easily and surveying the lands. For such a young and inexperienced hunter, K'iara was mildly impressed at her ability to move quietly. She was not silent as K'iara was, but she was quiet and quick. That was the most important thing.
They moved swiftly and silently, all of the huntresses, through their new homeland. The awkward terrain and strange dirt only served to slow them down shortly. K'iara found the dirt over in this area turned to mostly mud due to recent rains, and shortly found herself covered in more mud than she liked. It was a strange sensation, as she had never seen or been in mud before. But it as an unimportant sensation for the time. Her focus remained on the hunt, and on Tahj leading them to the hunting grounds. As they rounded up towards the last hill, K'iara sniffed the air gently. She could smell K'nhali, but the woman was at the top of the hill like a huntress ought to be. There was another smell besides the overwhelming mud and the scent of prey. K'rahto? What was that useless boy doing her? K'iara narrowed her gaze and motioned for the huntresses to pause just behind the crest of the hill. K'iara clambered to the top of it herself and peered over its edge.
First, she noticed the large grazing heard. All the animals seemed thick and juicy with delicious meat. And their furs were thick and heavy. Perfect for keeping warm. Her ears perked up lightly. She desired a blanket made of their furs foremost. But mostly, the elders would appreciate something so warm in their strange new weather. But there was something more alarming to be noticed, and that was her foolish younger brother pinning K'nahli to the floor. A thick angry rage boiled through her blood and she pushed her hand down to her axe. There was no time for their idiocy. She snapped her head back to the others and motioned them silently forward. She pointed out the largest bull she could that linger on the edge of herd somewhat near K'nahli and K'rahto.
"On my signal." K'iara muttered angrily, clambering over the edge of the hill and carefully stalking down it towards K'nahli and K'rahto. She sidled down as close as she could, her movement fluid and never ceasing. Her hand reach out to grab at the back of K'rahto's neck, moving sharply behind she could make a motion to throw his entire body at their prey. She didn't care if he ran away or if he fell short of the target, she would deal with him more firmly later. She only waited another brief moment before roaring loudly, lion-like, and springing forward to jump on the back of the beast, digging her hatchet into its back. K'iara held onto her hatchet, almost riding the beast like some sort of chocobo. The other huntresses well knew the routine now. Those with bows pushed forward to the edge of the cliff and rain arrows down. K'iara twisted herself to the side of the beast who now raged and bucket violently in pain. Arrows dug into its soft flesh easily, but its thick coat made it hard for some of the arrows to bite into flesh. Its thick coat was indeed, so thick, that even the arrows that bit into the flesh fell out shortly after.
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