Tira raised her eyebrow and waited, sighing, as the tiger decided to feast now. She was slightly irritated, but understood that as a beast, he was not inclined to idle chatter. She watched him crunch down on the apes for a few moments, reaching up to fix her hair, waiting for him to turn to her. She felt a trickle of blood run down the handle of her macuahuitl and onto her wrist, where she batted it away irritatedly. The teeth on her blade were covered in monkeys brains and blood. She sighed. She needed to clean the blade. She needed to get back to the city, needed to get back around other Myrians, but she wanted to say one last thing to the Kelvic before she turned and left the clearing where they had fought together.
She appraised him more carefully this time, the change of shape barely causing her to batt an eyelid. There were enough Kelvics in Taloba for her to be used to the magic of shifting. Tira appraised the golden wild eyes, the gangling limbs and the trickle of blood on his youthful chin, before her eyes drifted down to the mark of Myri. So he was one of them. She nodded approvingly, and smirked at him when he spoke his words in that distant tone. He did not seem comfortable with the language. It was always so with Kelvics, more comfortable in their animal skin than their human one.
She hitched her macuahuitl up over her shoulder, resting it as she smiled jauntily at the Kelvic. Her grin only widened slightly as she felt the trickle of blood from her blade down the planes of her back, a reminder of the battle they had fought and won. It was by no means a particularly difficult fight, but it was certainly rejuvenating. Tira sighed, and when she spoke next, her voice carried. "Well! This was fun and everything, and Myri knows that killing monkeys is such a pasttime of mine, but I think I will leave you with your feast now" She threw, with her spare hand, a wide sweeping arc over the carnage of the clearing. "It was nice fighting with you, and whatnot. Good fun." She took a bow, slightly mocking as she deferred to the youthful not-quite-human boy. "Have a good day, kitty cat. Myri guide your way."
And with that suddenly abrupt goodbye, Tira turned and walked through the clearing, alert as she passed through into the dense jungle once more. A short, tense walk back, and she would be in Taloba again, with the blood dripping from her weapon a reminded that she was Myrian. |