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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 22, 2006 17:52:31 GMT -5
Donten grinned at her, matching her wicked smile. "Pharren would not dare help kill someone of higher rank than she...she's a good little k'atuspi." He muttered in Yautian, glancing at his betrothed. Pharren glared at him. K'atuspi was a vulgar term for women without honor on Ixra-weh. "Because I'm such a nice little k'atuspi, I'll speak with you. M'yin-de will come too." She replied, also in Yautian. She looked at M'yin-de. "I mean, if you don't mind. Can T. J. come too?" She asked. She smiled a little, remembering M'yin-de calling him that when they were contacting Ixra-weh. That seemed so long ago...
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Post by raptor-chick on Jun 26, 2006 10:21:57 GMT -5
M'yin-de's eyes narrowed and she dropped Donten. "We will go to the workrooms. He will probably be there." She wanted to swat that insolent grin off his face... That Donten was too full of himself. How could he even think to order a female around? Yautja females were respected, not only because they were huge and strong, but because they held the life-force; they bore young. "Just give me a reason... I didn't like you earlier and I still do not like you now. You upset Phar'ren and hurt her." she growled softly as they started walking.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 26, 2006 11:02:09 GMT -5
"The fact of the matter is, that as of two Wehine days ago, Pharren became my property." Donten said in Yautian. Pharren nodded. "That's true, but as of many Wehine weeks ago, you banished me." She said, matter-of-factly. Donten glared then looked up at M'yin-de. He was only slightly taller than Pharren. "Paya M'yin-de, wouldn't it be right to let Pharren go with her betrothed? The ceremony on Ixra-weh had not been called off after Pharren's banishment so she is rightfully my woman. Besides, when she comes of the adult age, wouldn't you think that certain Yautja might try to hunt Pharren easily? She will never be able to fit in with one of you..." Pharren stared at the ground. Donten was mostly right. In only a few revolutions, she would be thought of as an adult. On Ixra-weh, she would be able to hold a real weapon. But she truly did not want to leave M'yin-de's side.
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Post by raptor-chick on Jun 26, 2006 12:30:22 GMT -5
The door to the work-rooms opened to admit them. Thwei-Tjau'ke was not in the front room. M'yin-de paused and turned, "I do not believe that Phar'ren is anyones property. She will do as she pleases; she is right. You banished her and we took her in. Therefore, she can go by our rules. We do not force anyone to mate with those they do not want to be with." She clicked her mandibles to emphasize the finality of her statement. "And as for your worry, no I should not call it a worry, your hope that she will not be able to stay because of impending death once she reaches adulthood, it will not happen. There are one or two oomans living among us and they do not have to worry about being hunted. If she were alone on another planet, then yes. But she is not alone on a foreign planet, is she?" The far door opened and Thwei-Tjau'ke came in, hearing their argument. "What is it?" he asked. "Who is the newcomer? Has someone come to take her back?" "Yes." M'yin-de said tightly, "And she does not want to go." He limped closer, leaning heavily on his spear. His scars were clearly paining him badly again. "You were one of the ones that sentanced her, weren't you?"
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 26, 2006 13:22:46 GMT -5
Donten scoffed. "I didn't sentence her. Why would I want to sentence the very female that would bear my children? I was one who voted to meet at another planet to take her back. I just happened to be there." He explained. Strangely he seemed to show the kind of respect Pharren gave to Thwei-Tjau'ke. Pharren noticed the air of respectfullness around Donten as well. She knew it was because he thought Thwei-Tjau'ke had been a great warrior at one time. "Anywho, Pharren does belong to me, Arbitrator." Donten spat, looking in M'yin-de's direction. "There's really nothing you can do to change it." His hand reached for a pack on his left blue-gray arm and pulled a sheet of yellowish paper out of it. It was folded and black ink was visible under the folds. "This is the very paper signed by our elders that Pharren is my wife and my property." He explained. Pharren glared up at him. "You know nothing. If I'm 'dead' you own a 'dead' wife. What's the use to you. Go find one of my sisters instead! S-katsi would be very interested in a proposal from you." She muttered. Donten glanced at her. "Did I ask you to speak?" "Cit-fa!" Pharren cursed at him in their language.
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Post by raptor-chick on Jun 27, 2006 21:18:58 GMT -5
((Holy geez, it's hot here...))
M'yin-de tilted her head to the side, considering this new piece of information. She seethed with anger. How could someone's family do that? It was not right to be forced into marriage. Thwei-Tjau'ke, seeing that M'yin-de might do something foolish, said, "Since your people seem to treat females as property, what if we bought her from you?" He gave Pharren an apologetic look, hoping she would not take offence. In a way, the crippled Yautja was a much better politician than M'yin-de. She was good as long as she did not care deeply for those she was negotiating for. Thwei-Tjau'ke was more likely to give a little and think things through. "I am sure we could offer you fine weapons or armor, or if that is not what you want, furs, jewelry, exotic material, virtually anything you wanted. With things like that, you could easily impress another female, or buy one or whatever you do." "Thwei-Tjau'ke! What are you doing?" M'yin-de hissed. "Look how you are treating her! You will only make it worse. She is not property!" He lowered his head in a gesture of submission. "Just let me try?" he said softly, not wanting her to turn her wrath to him. M'yin-de sighed and relented, slumping slightly, glaring at the floor. She would let him try, and if his way did not work, then she would use her way. Provoking war was not something she wanted to do, especially over something the other Elders would not care one whit about.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 28, 2006 0:27:50 GMT -5
Donten looked oddly interested... Pharren nodded slightly at Thwei-Tjau'ke. She understood what he was doing exactly. It was not uncommon among her people. If two men wanted the same female and both were good suitors, one, more desperate than the other, would give the other anything they wanted of theirs. Most of the time it was a piece of mining land the family owned, or strange treasures they would not find anywhere else. On one occasion Pharren knew of, a sleeping mat was in the trade... Donten glanced at Pharren. He obviously wanted the honor of bringing Pharren back from the dead but coming back alive from the Yautian clan ship would be just as honorable. He could always make up a lie. "They skinned her alive, poor dear." He'd say then show his friends the exotic goods that he had gotten because he had beaten a Yautja in battle. He smirked slightly. "Anything?" It made Pharren slightly angry. He was giving her up just for something else. But at least she'd be able to stay. She suddenly realized how materialistic Donten was. She looked up at M'yin-de and nudged her, smirking playfully, as if saying "Look how stupid he is..." "One of Paya M'yin-de's dred locks." Donten suddenly said, looking at the Arbitrator. Pharren's eyes widened as she stared at Donten. Would he use it as some sort of voodoo against M'yin-de? Surely not...what would he do with M'yin-de's hair?...
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Post by raptor-chick on Jun 28, 2006 9:11:12 GMT -5
The two Yautja stared in shock. Why would anyone want her dreadlock when they could have fine weaponry and riches? Thwei-Tjau'ke hunched down, knowing he had made a mistake by not being more specific. A Yautja's dreadlocks were a mark of their age. They grew slowly through their entire life. However, they did not start out like that. The Yautja actually had coarse hair. When a young Yautja was ready to enter the ranks of the Youngbloods, the warriors in training, they had to endure the painful ordeal of having their hair fused together, permanantly into dreadlocks. The procedure lasted many hours, sometimes days, their scalp would often bleed and if they made a single sound, the whole thing was started over. This happened to everyone, regardless of the fact that not everyone hunted or trained seriously to be a warrior. The only exceptions were those that became etas early in life. M'yin-de fingered her dreadlocks, not wanting to cut them. "What would you do with it? What possible use could you have with it? You could have weapons or things you would never be able to find yourself." she said, stalling a little. M'yin-de looked down at Pharren in confusion, hoping she might give a better answer than Donten would.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 28, 2006 14:34:21 GMT -5
Pharren explained before Donten had a chance to. "On Marinda and its moons, its very honorable to come back alive from an enemy, mostly because we are of a weaker species. Donten only wants to prove he came here and went back without being harmed." She shot a glare at the elder Wehine. "Right?" Donten didn't look ashamed that Pharren had simply told this fact. In fact he looked fairly smug as he glanced at his betrothed. "Exactly. Of course, it would be just as honorable to bring Pharren back." "I'm not leaving...unless M'yin-de wants me to." Pharren said, looking at the female Yautja she had come to trust. It was obvious M'yin-de didn't want to give up one of her dreads...Pharren supposed it was what made the Yautja feel that they themselves were honored and true warriors. "Can't you choose something else?" "You know that if I choose a weapon it will be taken from me immediately, Pharren." Donten said. "That's a lie! You just want the honor, you half wit! The honor that you know very well you don't deserve!" Donten did not answer but looked expectantly at M'yin-de.
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Post by raptor-chick on Jun 28, 2006 15:15:09 GMT -5
The female Elder sighed and reached up, taking a dreadlock that lay beneath the rest so that it would not be noticed. She drew the knife on her belt and quickly sawed through it. With a growl, she handed the dark gray, snake-like object to Donten. It was nearly as long as he was tall, decorated with silver rings. "Don't you dare let this go to your head. I am only doing this to keep peace." She sheathed the knife. "You have your prize." Thwei-Tjau'ke said, "Now go." He groaned and sat down in front of his messy work table. "I still don't see why this is so important to you. It was given reletively freely, not wrested from a struggling enemy. It is no sign of bravery and honor." M'yin-de smirked. "Phar'ren, it seems your former betrothed is a tarei'hasan(unworthy opponent). But then again, he could not possibly hope to take on one of us honorably. Now, I want that paper before you go anywhere."
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 28, 2006 20:49:33 GMT -5
Donten nodded in agreement, setting the paper on the table, the fingers of his other hand fingering the dreadlock axiously. He turned then glanced back at them. "My pod is near the airlocks and-" "I hope you get your fat behind stuck in it." Pharren muttered. Donten didn't even look at her. "I was wondering if someone could escort me out?" "Escort yourself, you're so honorable." Pharren practically growled, glaring at him.
(...short)
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Post by raptor-chick on Jun 28, 2006 21:05:25 GMT -5
M'yin-de growled and flared her mandibles. "You found your way in, you can find your way out. It will not be my fault if you end up getting killed or captured along the way." She smiled evilly. "I hope you can find your way anyways. To newcomers, this clan ship is like a maze." She waved goodbye to him and turned her back, finished with Donten. Thwei-Tjau'ke picked up the paper and folded it up, then handed it to M'yin-de. "I will destroy this for you. You will not be owned by anyone."
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Post by Ravenmaster on Jun 28, 2006 21:44:51 GMT -5
Donten scoffed and left through the doors.
Ixra-weh filed Donten as MIA when his ship did not return.
Pharren frowned sadly as she looked at M'yin-de. "I'm sorry he's so rude and took your dreadlock." She murmured then her eyes flickered. "Uhm, M'yin-de? Can...can I keep the paper?" She asked. "There's no reason in particular...I just want it...Thank you, so much. I was scared that he'd take me back. I was never too fond of him." She shook her head. "I don't want to go back there."
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