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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 13, 2005 0:44:34 GMT -5
((S'alright! Bye! *waves*)) "Forbidden? What? A weapon?" M'yin-de was confused. A culture that forbid weapons and battle? What kind of life would that be? "I am sorry. I wouldn't have given you the weapon if I knew. I'm sure your people will understand though."
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 13, 2005 17:46:29 GMT -5
Pharren blinked away the tears that were still flowing and she looked back up at M'yin-de. "Yes...they might." She murmured. The young children were protected well from seeing any sort of violence. Of course, no one could help the occasional scwable between two friends, a slender bloodied nose coming as the outcome but serious hate filled battle was for the mature. Children were usually forbidden from weapons because of their logic. Weapons may protect you in battle but may bite if you do not tame the serpent. "Pharren is sorry for hurting M'yin-de's weapon. Was foolish of Pharren." She murmured.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 13, 2005 19:25:31 GMT -5
"That will not harm it. It is tough. We must go. I think that that was the only one here, but it will be safer among my warriors anyway." M'yin-de shifted her grip on the dead Kainde Amedha's barbed tail and hauled it up onto her shoulder. No evidence must be left. She settled the bony creature as comfortably as possible and set off, adjusting her speed for Pharren.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 13, 2005 19:39:52 GMT -5
Pharren walked beside her, not really wanting to follow from behind. It was hard to look at the dead alien and walk strait at the same time. "Other Yautja friendly?" She asked, looking up at M'yin-de. She actually didn't have many doubts that M'yin-de's warriors were kind, from the way she had treated Pharren. She just wondered if they might jump at Pharren, thinking her not a child. She was already as tall as her own mother.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 14, 2005 0:19:10 GMT -5
M'yin-de hesitated, thinking her answer over. While all her warriors were fine, capable fighters, obediant to the code of honor, not all looked upon other creatures kindly. They viewed those that were not Yautja as trophies or food. "They fear me, so they listen. I can't promise that they will be nice. You will be safe though. If they lay one hand on you, they will not see the dawn. If any of my warriors threaten you, I will make sure that even the Newly Blooded warriors have more status than them." She looked at Pharren. "That is all I can promise." M'yin-de sighed and dragged the dead beast slightly more evenly on her shoulders. "I am considered unusual among the Yautja. I see other species as equals, not just other Yautja." She gave a short, trilling laugh. "I'm not very popular among the Council of Elders for some of the things I have forced upon them. A few of the other warriors are open-minded. My daughter is among them. Also..." M'yin-de scowled and said a little unhappily, "Also her mate. I do not know what she sees in him."
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 14, 2005 17:10:33 GMT -5
"M'yin-de's daughter loves him." Pharren said, as if it was an everyday fact. "M'yin-de does not like daughter's mate?" She asked, looking up at her again. "On Pharren's planet, we look past the bad characteristics and look at the good. But this only counts for the natives. Mostly for the men and women who want to marry each other." She gave a small laugh, remembering when her older sister had to go to her future mate's home, and meet her future elders. Until the two had given each other's heart and soul to one another, her sister was to not speak to the family unless she was spoken to first. And in the family household, she was never to speak to her mate. Only ouside the house, could she speak to him. She was not allowed to touch him either. Not an embrace or a tap on the shoulder. When they had exchanged hearts and souls then they were bound together for life. They treated each other as equals and never scolded each other. If one of them died, the other must die as well by killing him or herself. Pharren shook her head. She hoped that she and her future mate would live together for a long time. She looked back to M'yin-de again. "Why is M'yin-de not please with her daughter's mate?"
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 15, 2005 14:33:20 GMT -5
"Her mate, Nihkou'te, is the most irritating, irresponsible and childish Yautja I have ever met." she growled, "The only reason he's alive is that he is very, very good at fighting. I am surprised he has not gotten killed in a fight with one of the other warriors yet." M'yin-de was silent a moment. "We do not always mate for love. Much of the time, it is because the other, usually the male, has proven himself to be a fine physical specimen, worthy of passing on his genes. I feel that Gts-paik has chosen him for love though." She shrugged. "I cannot control her life. I just hope his quick mouth does not get her into trouble." M'yin-de had only had two mates in her life, both now dead. It was a very low number. Usually, a female's children came from many fathers. They had not been showy, boisterous males, trying to prove themselves with outrageous stunts. They had been quieter, more sure of themselves and she liked that. "We are almost there. Stay close, Phar'ren." the female warrior said.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 15, 2005 19:48:10 GMT -5
Pharren nodded, taking a step to the side, almost leaning against M'yin-de. She remembered how she had done that when she was younger with her mother. Pharren had always been the shy one, holding onto her mother's skirt for dear life when they went to meet other natives. Especially natives in the north. They were strange looking and they had strange accents as well as clothes. It was cold there instead of warm as it was in the south. She was now begining to seriously wonder if M'yin-de's warriors might threaten her or hurt her despite M'yin-de's words. She would have clutched M'yin-de's arm if she didn't feel so out of place. "M'yin-de should try to speak to Nihkou'te." Pharren murmured. "Let Nihkou'te know what is on M'yin-de's mind. He should listen since you are elder, yes?"
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 16, 2005 0:44:54 GMT -5
"Nihkou'te would not listen. I've known him since he was but a child, and he has changed little. He...." She spotted an ooman on a balcony in the building across the street and melted into the shadows, taking Pharren gently by the shoulder and steering her in. M'yin-de waited until they went back in before continuing on her way.
Soon, they reached a filthy alley. Evidence from a battle was all around, easily spotted by someone who was around such things all the time. Acid blood had pock-marked the street and sizzled its way into the crumbling brick. She heaved the dead Kainde Amedha off her shoulders and into a pile with several others. A tall figure stalked up to M'yin-de. She was a veritable clone of the older female, only less scarred, missing the prosthetic right hand and decorated with more numerous freckle marks. "Hello, Gts-paik." she said warmly, reaching out to shake her daughter's shoulder, as the younger warrior did the same. "The fight went well?" "Yes." replied the Yautja, "You missed most of the fun, though. We got all of them." She trilled with laughter. "Not all. You left that easy kill back there." M'yin-de gestured at the dead beast. Gts-paik stiffened and peered around her mother. "Who is the child?" M'yin-de grinned, though no one could see it behind her mask. "This is Phar'ren."
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 16, 2005 8:28:07 GMT -5
Pharren was half behind M'yin-de hand half peering out and staring up at Gts-paik. When M'yin-de spoke Pharren's name to her daughter. She jumped and fully hid behind M'yin-de. Like a shy little ghost. She remembered she and the warrior's conversation. "Other Yautja friendly?" "They fear me, so they listen." Pharren looked up at M'yin-de's daughter again, but she was just out from behind the Yautja enough to scrutinize Gts-paik. She looked her up and down. They were identical, much like Pharren and her mother. "Pharren likes Gts-paik." She murmured. True to M'yin-de's words, Gts-paik was much like her. She didn't try to jump at Pharren or scold her mother for not killing a Kainde Amedha.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 16, 2005 22:35:17 GMT -5
Gts-paik waved at Pharren and said, "I must go, Reyk'vik was gouged quite badly by a Kainde Amedha and I'm the best at treating wounds. See you, Phar'ren, Mother." She ambled off, taking a pack off of her belt and opening it as she went. M'yin-de said, "See? She is alright. Come see the others. Do not be afraid." The two headed off to where several Yautja were sitting on the ground or crouching, though one of them was laying down, leaning against the wall. As they drew closer, they saw the reason. Flourescent green blood coursed out of claw marks on his legs and belly. His mask had been removed, but his face showed little pain. M'yin-de's daughter had crouched beside him and was pulling a number of metal tools out of her kit. An average sized male stood up as soon as he saw them. His mask was also removed, but he was not wounded. A huge grin was plastered across his mandibles. M'yin-de growled softly. He came bouncing up, dreadlocks swinging. Stopping a few feet in front of them, he bowed deeply and theatrically. "You have returned to us, O Great Paya M'yin-de. I have been pining for you ever since you left." He saw Pharren and pretended to be in shock. "And who is this? She is so tiny!" M'yin-de sighed and put a hand up to her face. "This is Phar'ren. Phar'ren, this is Nihkou'te."
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 16, 2005 22:42:32 GMT -5
Pharren stared at the male Yautja. Nihkou'te. She thought. Gts-paik's mate. She glanced at M'yin-de. She couldn't understand why she didn't like him. Pharren thought he was going to attack her when he came bouncing up but she almost laughed when he called her tiny. It wasn't the words that made her laugh, it was just the way he said it. Now she wondered why the Yautja were their enemies. Just because of some hunting ground? It seemed almost stupid. But then again, Pharren wasn't interested in politics. She gave Nihkou'te a small smile but still did not come out from behind M'yin-de. Her green eyes ventured over to the wounded warrior and the other warriors sitting on the ground. She wondered what they thought of her.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 17, 2005 0:22:59 GMT -5
Oh, gods... thought M'yin-de. He really bothered her. He never took anything seriously. Nihkou'te was someone who you either liked or hated. Nihkou'te walked beside them, then threw himself down on the ground beside the other Yautja. The wounded Yautja gave a sharp snarl as Gts-paik began stitching up one of his wounds. Her mate snorted with laughter. "Come and sit here a moment. I am going to go send a transmission to our pilot, to see if he can help you." Glaring at the assembled warriors, she stalked off.
"What are you?" growled a green striped warrior. "I have never seen one like you. Are you all so tiny?" He leaned close, a strange look in his shadowed eyes. "Yes." chimed in another. "What planet are from? Are you warriors?" Several Yautja looked at her, tilting their heads to the side, some clicking softly.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Dec 17, 2005 0:32:26 GMT -5
Pharren stared at him then watched as M'yin-de left the group. She wanted to follow her but the Yautja had made a barrier of which she couldn't cross. It took her a moment before she could remember how to speak Yautian. "Pharren is a native of Ixra-weh." She murmured. She really didn't feel like speaking. "Natives small so they are agile and quick. Only older Native children are battle warriors. Not parents or elders or little children." She wanted to move over to where Nihkou'te was or follow M'yin-de but she couldn't move from the group. She looked very timid and scared. She dared not make any other comments with out the Yautja asking for them.
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Post by raptor-chick on Dec 17, 2005 14:38:48 GMT -5
The Yautja clicked and growled softly, glancing at each other. They clustered closer, muttering amongst themselves. The green striped warrior said, "Are you good warriors? Fight well?" He looked curiously at her. He fingered a blade. They could smell the fear on Pharren and liked it. She was off-limits since she was a child, but the others... "Meh'ket..." said Nihkou'te, voice taunting. "You should not threaten Phar'ren. M'yin-de might hear you and bounce you all over the ground. You'd not be able to walk properly for many rotations." "Ell'os-de pauk(f**** you)." snarled the green striped warrior. "I am only trying to learn about her people." He grinned. "No. You're trying to find out if they can fight. You want to go on a little hunting expedition and collect more trophies." Nihkou'te held up a small disc shaped object, a loop like a ring on one side. He pressed a switch. Instantly, several razor sharp blades sprang from it. It was a shuriken, a throwing star. "I am one of the best Yautja with this. I can trim your dreadlocks from the other side of the street. I can aim a little lower, if you'd like." he said generously, mocking grin never leaving his face. "Leave her alone." snarled Gts-paik, glancing up from the wounded Yautja. "Or I'll call Mother. Of course, I'll wait until he is done with you."
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