66th of Summer, 514 AV
Citlali felt so lazy and dull, draped upon the branch of the tree as she'd been. Her tongue flicked in languid intervals, tasting the air and sampling what flavour might have been upon it. Her arms braced under her chin. The heat was simply amazing, and she loathed the fact that it was so pleasant.
For a Dhani that enjoyed ambushing her prey before beating it into submission, she found it difficult to come to terms with this drowsy curse that had swept upon Zinrah and dulled the serpents within.
She had to gasp the air to taste something like freedom from the oppressive sleepiness.
Ssafiracitlali was a huntress, and she would not allow herself to be rendered dumb by something as natural as the sweltering heat.
The Dhani eventually managed to pry her will open, allowing it to seep through the cogs of her mind. Her world spun as she lifted her head at long last to glance upon the nearby branches in the canopy, expecting something worth rising for. When her tongue emerged again, it tasted only moisture, and she fancied that another storm would rush upon the area again, and that simply wouldn't do.
She pushed herself into motion, at great cost to her fatigued limbs. It ached to move after being so long at rest, but it could never ache so much as the perpetual sensation of an empty stomach did.
With languid movements, the great Dhani began descending the tree. One branch creaked as her mass shifted its weight to the trunk, and then the following branch mimicked the sound. Frankly, Citlali was too preoccupied to care about the noise. Rousing herself had soured her mood briefly and she desired nothing more than to get this done with and return home with her kills. In retrospect, she fancied that the hunt might have gone quicker and with positive results should someone have accompanied her, but she'd forgone company in exchange for the slightest offer of stealth, not expecting the fatigue to sweep upon her after she'd gouged her path up the trunk of a tree.
On the lowest branch on this particular jungle behemoth, Citlali bode her time as she surveyed the ground. The branch was thicker, but it held her high, and any fall that she took would actually hurt her. It was a risk she'd take only when certain there was some wriggling life form below, preferably several animals of decent size. There was always some sort of animal around, whether savage human or not, and the woman, with all her intent to bring home something substantial to her people, was sorely tempted to merely wait the prey out.
It was in a moment of clarity, a reprieve from the fatigue, that she decided waiting would simply not do. She'd realised that, if she wanted ample time to rest, she should do her duty swiftly and return home. She swayed, considering, and then coiled herself around her branch for stability, beginning the arduous stretch that would bring her near enough the ground. The sensation of pain flared in those long ticks as the weight of her upper body strained the muscles of her coils before finally given the blessing of release.
The Dhani landed upon the ground with no great amount of finesse and ease, colliding with the ferns that lined what was once a well-used path, and actually crushing something down within. With an even greater display of laziness, Citlali took her time in retrieving whatever miserable animal had been extinguished; it was some form of small monkey that must have been foraging. Regardless, it found its way into her mouth, and she felt bolstered by that small amount of food to quench the discomfort in her gut.
Citlali felt so lazy and dull, draped upon the branch of the tree as she'd been. Her tongue flicked in languid intervals, tasting the air and sampling what flavour might have been upon it. Her arms braced under her chin. The heat was simply amazing, and she loathed the fact that it was so pleasant.
For a Dhani that enjoyed ambushing her prey before beating it into submission, she found it difficult to come to terms with this drowsy curse that had swept upon Zinrah and dulled the serpents within.
She had to gasp the air to taste something like freedom from the oppressive sleepiness.
Ssafiracitlali was a huntress, and she would not allow herself to be rendered dumb by something as natural as the sweltering heat.
The Dhani eventually managed to pry her will open, allowing it to seep through the cogs of her mind. Her world spun as she lifted her head at long last to glance upon the nearby branches in the canopy, expecting something worth rising for. When her tongue emerged again, it tasted only moisture, and she fancied that another storm would rush upon the area again, and that simply wouldn't do.
She pushed herself into motion, at great cost to her fatigued limbs. It ached to move after being so long at rest, but it could never ache so much as the perpetual sensation of an empty stomach did.
With languid movements, the great Dhani began descending the tree. One branch creaked as her mass shifted its weight to the trunk, and then the following branch mimicked the sound. Frankly, Citlali was too preoccupied to care about the noise. Rousing herself had soured her mood briefly and she desired nothing more than to get this done with and return home with her kills. In retrospect, she fancied that the hunt might have gone quicker and with positive results should someone have accompanied her, but she'd forgone company in exchange for the slightest offer of stealth, not expecting the fatigue to sweep upon her after she'd gouged her path up the trunk of a tree.
On the lowest branch on this particular jungle behemoth, Citlali bode her time as she surveyed the ground. The branch was thicker, but it held her high, and any fall that she took would actually hurt her. It was a risk she'd take only when certain there was some wriggling life form below, preferably several animals of decent size. There was always some sort of animal around, whether savage human or not, and the woman, with all her intent to bring home something substantial to her people, was sorely tempted to merely wait the prey out.
It was in a moment of clarity, a reprieve from the fatigue, that she decided waiting would simply not do. She'd realised that, if she wanted ample time to rest, she should do her duty swiftly and return home. She swayed, considering, and then coiled herself around her branch for stability, beginning the arduous stretch that would bring her near enough the ground. The sensation of pain flared in those long ticks as the weight of her upper body strained the muscles of her coils before finally given the blessing of release.
The Dhani landed upon the ground with no great amount of finesse and ease, colliding with the ferns that lined what was once a well-used path, and actually crushing something down within. With an even greater display of laziness, Citlali took her time in retrieving whatever miserable animal had been extinguished; it was some form of small monkey that must have been foraging. Regardless, it found its way into her mouth, and she felt bolstered by that small amount of food to quench the discomfort in her gut.
