A/N Sorry I haven't been updating regularly. I'm halfway through finals, and its kinda getting to me. Hopefully you'll understand.
"Tzmukan! Wait!" He ignored the distant call, and continued his mad dash into the jungle. He was furious: at the loss of his home, at the slaughter of his family, and the disappearance of his sister.
He had kept it contained for many years. However, this was the final straw.
He tore through the forest, knowing anyone with ears would be able to track him with no troubles.
Tarya followed closely, not wanting to lose her distraught friend. She did not know the cause of his anguish. She saw him tearing through the small bushes.
When she saw the direction he was heading, she faltered, before continuing after the retreating figure.
As she continued the chase, she realized th direction they were taking. Deciding to act on her guess, she turned away from her quarry, and cut through the jungle, silent to contrast her upset friend.
She found him crouched at the base of the tribes fallen home, sobbing over a hump in the ground, marked only by a budding tree.
She approached slowly, not wanting to intrude. His lamenting slowed as she neared, slowing to a stop when she was close enough to touch him. She stood silently, waiting for him to initiate the conversation. She would not force him to talk about something he didn't wish to.
Softly he began, tracing patterns into the lumpy hillock. "I and my brother were talking. He started complaining about the olo'eytan, saying he was an outsider, and not fit to lead the Omiticaya." She was not surprised. More than a few of he people were discontent about tere change in leadership.
He continued, digging further into the dirt with every word. "We argued. I said if Eywa deemed him worthy, we were not to question it. He became furious, yelling about the corruption of the tribe. I tried to restrain him, but he threw me out of his tent. He... He said I am no longer allowed near his tent, or his family." He started sobbing, clawing at the grass with both hands.
She knelt beside him. "He had no right to do that. Even if Eywa judged poorly, Mo'at agrees with Jakesully leading the Omiticaya. And I would trust her judgement with my life. You may sleep I'm our tent, if my family agrees."
Nodding he rose, brushing off the dirt that had collected on his arms and torso. She admired him, but kept her gaze secretive. He hadn't shown interest in her, an she did not want to push herself on him in stressful times.
These thoughts were instantly banished from her mind, as they both heard the growls of a nantang pack. Both dropping into a ready stance. He unsheathed his knife, while she fit an arrow to her bow. They were aware of the dangers of facing a pack with each other. Eywa forbid if they had to do it alone.
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