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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 29, 2005 13:11:34 GMT -5
They reached the largest garden room. It was filled with plant species from the Homeworld; huge golden leafed trees, red-brown fern-like plants and many other plants. Laughter and noisy conversation floated to their ears in the hot, humid air. M'yin-de walked down one of the stone pths that ran through the forest. Around a couple of bends, the noise abruptly stopped. In and around one smaller, bushier tree by the path were five young Yautja. They peered fearfully at M'yin-de and attempted to hide without looking like they were. M'yin-de grinned in amusement. Most of the children were afraid of her, thinking her to be an incarnation of their god of death, the Black Warrior, also known as Cetanu. M'yin-de did nothing to discourage the rumors. It was easier to control them as Youngbloods when they still harboured some of their childhood fears. "Perhaps I will leave you for a moment, to allow you to get better aquainted?" M'yin-de suggested, knowing they would not do anything but cringe before her while she was around. "I'll just be over there." She gestured with a jerk of her head.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 29, 2005 18:36:33 GMT -5
Pharren looked up at her with wide eyes then nodded. "Uhm...okay." She murmured then looked towards the other children. She gave a small wave and stepped towards them. She learned quickly not to be frightened when M'yin-de was around.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 31, 2005 1:44:17 GMT -5
A lightly built male Yautja with pale green skin slashed with darker green stripes swung upsidedown from the branch he was clinging on, claws cutting deep runnels in the gray bark. "What are you?" he asked, tilting his head curiously to the side. "Is Paya M'yin-de really with you? Are you her eta? Or did Cetanu send you?" The other children crowded around, dropping lower in the tree or emerging from the strange undergrowth to peer at her. They were curious and mostly without the prejudices that could come in later life. M'yin-de was just out of sight and could hear every word. As much as they irritated her sometimes, the younglings could be cute.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 31, 2005 11:23:46 GMT -5
Pharren stared at the green skinned warrior and then looked at the others. "My name is Pharren..." She said. "I am a Wehine and I'm not an eta. M'yin-de is my friend." She smiled because she knew she couldn't be in any sort of danger now. She she wanted to know who Cetanu was... "Who's Cetanu?" She asked, trying to pronounce the name.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 31, 2005 18:27:31 GMT -5
"You don't know who Cetanu is?" he said incredulously. "He's the God of Death. The Black Warrior." The children clicked their mandibles and murmured curiously amongst themselves. "He is all-powerful. If a warrior loses his honor, in the next life Cetanu hunts you down and sentences you to an eternity of pain and suffering for disobeying his laws. But if a warrior is good and follows the Path of the Hunter and dies honorably in battle, he gathers your soul and takes you to a paradise where you can hunt and fight anything you want and you can't die or get hurt and you can feast endlessly." The young male dropped out of the tree, landing nimbly on his feet. "My name is Rik'javik." He reached out and took her shoulder in his hand, shaking gently. That was like the Yautja's version of shaking hands. "You are lucky." piped up another. "M'yin-de is scary."
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 31, 2005 19:07:28 GMT -5
Pharren shook her head. "She's not scary." She said. She wasn't going to lie and say that she wasn't scared when she saw M'yin-de but she didn't think she was scary now. "She saved me and tried to take me home." Pharren didn't mention the unsuccesful return to her home. She didn't want to talk about it anymore. She looked at all the others. They probably weren't too much older than she was, they may have even been younger! And yet they probably knew more about the world outside Ixra-weh than she did.
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Post by raptor-chick on Jan 1, 2006 1:03:22 GMT -5
He blinked, not quite beleiving her. Paya M'yin-de couldn't have saved her; she was an Arbitrator, one of those who upheld the laws of the Yautja. She was judge, jury and executioner for those who lost their honor. He could not see her as anything but cold, angry and very good at her duties and said so. A young female, already taller than the males, looked at Pharren with a sneer. "You are not Yautja. Anything here that is not a Yautja is unworthy. I'm not afraid of M'yin-de. My mother thinks she is weak and a lover of other creatures." She glared and crossed her arms. Rik'javik frowned and looked at the ground, clenching his fists. She was older than he was and knew more. "I think she is not weak." he said quietly. "There is nothing wrong with other species. The ooman she helped is a fine warrior. If Paya M'yin-de helped her, then she is not bad or weak." The female growled, then turned and walked abruptly away. Rik'javik waved a rude gesture that he had clearly learned from one of the older warriors at her. "Her mother is a nasty old lou'dte-kalei. I hope she gets stuck in an airlock when they are venting garbage." The remaining two Yautja giggled at his daring. "Want to play with us?" he asked.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jan 1, 2006 9:47:59 GMT -5
Pharren looked at them, a little defeated by what the younger female had said. "Uhm..." She shook her head out of her thoughts. "Yes. Thank you. What do you know how to play?" Pharren couldn't think of any other games from her planet unless it involved hurting herself to get hornorable scars and pretending to kill one another.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jan 5, 2006 17:18:19 GMT -5
(*Sticks this back up to the top 10 posts* <.<' )
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jan 7, 2006 10:28:47 GMT -5
(Bumps once again and wonders where Raptor-Chick went...<.< >.>?)
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Post by raptor-chick on Mar 1, 2006 13:13:11 GMT -5
"We mostly practice stalking each other. One or two of us will be the hunters and the others will be the prey. If the hunter finds one of the prey and catchs ir and manages to touch their throat before the prey does, then they win and the prey becomes a hunter too. If the hunter gets his throat touched, then they are dead and have to wait for the rest to die or be converted into hunters." Rik'javik said, hands crossed behind his back as he recited the rules. "What do you want to be? You get first pick because you are new. Or we can find a naxa seed pit and play catch or we can race or go swimming in one of the ponds or climb trees or we can find a Youngblood or Newly Blooded warrior and tease them until they try to hit us and then dodge their swats."
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Post by Ravenmaster on Mar 1, 2006 17:02:03 GMT -5
Pharren smiled at Rik'javik as he explained and told of the other games. She mostly smiled at his fun thought of teasing someone. She couldn't really decide what was fun about it except maybe a rush of excitement at a risk. "Can we play the stalking game that you spoke of?" Pharren asked. "And...I really...don't know what I would want to be." To her, both positions sounded fun.
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Post by raptor-chick on Mar 17, 2006 0:07:25 GMT -5
He spread his upper mandibles slightly; a grin. "You get to pick! The rest of us have to draw straws. The hunter has the short one, unless you want to be the hunter. Then we are all prey." Rik'javik bent down and plucked four tough stalks of a grass-like plant, snicking through the stems with the claw on his middle finger. The smallest, a chubby olive-skinned male said, "You can be the hunter if you want. I don't mind." He couldn't have been more than five rotations old. His sister, already much taller, watched silently, almost seeming protective of her identical sibling. Twins were common among the Yautja, but not identical ones.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Mar 17, 2006 18:09:53 GMT -5
Pharren shook her head. "Being the prey sounds fun." She said. Of course, that wasn't the case in real life. Pharren couldn't have been more frightened when M'yin-de tried to help her. She looked at Rik'javik with curious eyes. "Do we just run now?" She whispered hesitently. If agility was the case, Pharren would definately be good at this game...
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Post by raptor-chick on Mar 20, 2006 17:26:53 GMT -5
"Lemme just fix the straws." He turned around briefly and fiddled with them. Then he turned back. Each of the others pulled one out. The other older one got the short straw. He grinned evilly and turned around. "Now we run!" said Rik'javik, dropping his straw and leaping into the tree, climbing the branches with the ease of a Terran monkey. The twins also fled quickly, disappearing into the dense undergrowth with a rustle and a giddy shriek of laughter.
M'yin-de smiled and slowly stalked off the path. She knew what they were playing and she'd give the younglings a little lesson in hunting too... Silently, slowly, she scaled one of the larger trees, finally stopping on the first branch large enough to hold her weight. From there she could see most of the ground below her and many of the trees.
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