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14th of Spring, 500 A.V.
14th of Spring, 500 A.V.
Equal parts excitement and anxiousness roiled in the teenage half breed's stomach as she set off across the jungle floor with a grouping of her clan. Krisha headed the grouping, Tinnok's older sisters Reina and Vespar a respectful distance away, flanking their mother in a position of the foremost hunters on their journey. Behind them three males came as well, and behind them...trailed the unwanted Tinnok.
A world away young girls might long for new clothes, a pet horse, or a wink from a cute boy, but Tinnok had longed for this day as others grew excited for Myri's birthday or the coming of the Monsoons. She had only gotten to glance at the Blackened Claw's expansive Morphing zoo once, and always perked up at any stories of the exploits and viciousness of the clan. To her they embodied everything she longed to be, wise and powerful enough to live free in the wilds, away from the city for days, weeks, months apart from other Myrians if they had enough skill. When the chance came to go on a hunt with them Tinnok prepared herself as best as she could, which was a hard task for the unwanted and strange looking Myrian half breed. It meant doing an excessive amount of chores, waking up well before daylight, avoiding the gaze of her mother whenever possible, making sure never to talk back to her siblings or other clan mates no matter how much she wanted to.
The good thing was, her skills spoke for themselves. She was handy with a bow, skilled with her daggers, and not too shabby at tracking. Her hunting skills left much to be desired, but that was why she so desperately sought the experience, and despite Krisha's seeming hatred of showing her daughter to any clans, it seemed that the benefits of taking her on the hunt outweighed the risks and begrudgingly she was allowed to come.
So even with bags under her eyes and the sense she hadn't slept in a fortnight, Tinnok's golden eyes glowed with the promise this day held as the small Tempered Steel grouping trekked out to the edge of their clan lands where they were slated to meet the Blackened Claws.
When they arrived Krisha lifted her hands to her mouth, wavering them a little to coax a warbling bird trill from betwixt her lips, her posture the essence of a proud Myrian warrioress. A faint answering trill came, and Tinnok had to concentrate quite extremely to keep herself from wiggling with excitement at the thought that she would get the chance to hunt alongside the Blackened Claws.