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Post dated to July 17. 300+

The Utina had been in a black mood ever since the meeting the other day. After he had taken his family away he had retrieved the Master relics that had until that time belonged to himself and his mate, returned to the Town Hall, and thrust them ungraciously to the Raven Warriors without a word. None of this was right or just and nothing would convince him otherwise. If there had been such a problem, why would Chief Aatu said nothing of it to him when he spoke with the Chief just a couple moons ago? He did not doubt that Maska and his goons had indeed been sent by the Chief, he simply did not believe that this was all to the letter of what the leader of the Great Tribe would want. Even if he thought Dawali had lied—something Nayati refused to accept—why strip the Masters of their hard earned ranks? Not only had they been stripped of their titles, they had not even been given the dignity of moving back down just a single tier. He was now an Itse, a rank he had not been since he was an adolescent deciding which path to follow. It burned the Utina up inside with a wildfire of anger.


He had been spending as much time as he could away from the Village, and especially avoiding going anywhere near the Town Hall. Nayati did not trust himself to not do something foolish if he were faced with the Ahote man or his lackeys. He doubted that he would be able to hold his tongue in their presence, or even his fists. It was very unlike him to be so consumed by such negative emotions, but these were very unusual circumstances. Today he had left home early and taken his bow and quiver deep into the woods the tribe owned. Hunting was not his purpose though; any desire to provide food had vanished with the words spoken at the meeting. If they wished to deny him his rank then they could damn well pick up the slack that he left. They didn't want him to be a hunter and so he would cease to hunt. He only brought home enough to feed his family, nothing more.


Nayati stood far off from the tree that was his focus and loosed one arrow after another at the imagined faces of the usurpers, his anger temporarily channeled into a grisly target practice. Onawa paced back and forth behind him. His Guide had been just as restless and touchy as he had been. If the puma had been more calm about the recent turn of events it might have helped to soothe him, but her nerves only served to fuel the blaze that burned inside.

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500+
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Sunki had been sorting and resorting her small handful of herbs for the past hour and a half, even though she had already sorted them by size, shape, medicinal property, and quantity at least twice each. Now she was deciding what to take and powder, but it was proving to be hard as her mind was not in that sort of frame. After that meeting, the woman was very quiet, and very confused. She did not understand why the chief of the tribe she had lived in for so long would suddenly just send a youngest son to come fix things. Things did not seem broken when she arrived and it felt like someone was playing god when they aught be working on their own problems. AniWaya had been happy before, it felt. But now, there was anger, and shame, and fear in the air. Something felt unsafe. And she knew it was those nasty guardians. Scum of the tribe, the woman felt. They were no better than thugs with brains of a cantaloupe.


Her own family here was bristling. Nayati most of all. He was clearly angry, especially after they had brought him down from his hard earned rank to something no more than a boy fresh out of his puppy name. The man was tense and he was clearly avoiding the newcomers. But Sunki had to admit she had been too. As much as she wanted to find the good in them, her slowly growing hatred for them was getting in the way. They were thugs and they were not fit to be leaders. Even Maska was clearly too weak to be a powerful man. His power was in the guardians. And they were just the worst, yet he had to rely on them. But Maska was clearly weak; he did not have the warrior's voice, nor the hunter's skills, and he lacked the silent strength of a wise man. He was too young, too much of a frail thing to be here. But he was here and the woman hated him for what he was doing with no right. Chief Aatu could not have done this. He just could not have.


She had been grinding a powder as she thought of this, and suddenly, Sunki tossed it down and rose in disgust. Her mind was clearly in an ill place and this was not helping. Thankfully, the young ones did not get into her tent and would not put any of the powder in their mouth. Not that it would harm them, it would only make their bowels run and they would not be making a happy few hours for their parents and aunt. Sunki strode from the tent, glancing to see if any of the so called guardians were about. She saw none of their lot, so she slipped into the forest with a small satchel in hand. Maybe gathering would ease her. Or maybe she would find a moment of quiet to spend with Una.


But what Sunki heard was the twang twang twang of a bow being loosed, and the whistle of arrows striking wood. Out of nowhere, Una slowly appeared, coming to Sunki's side with a calm look. But the doe was clearly frazzled, especially after the meeting. She had been calm then, but the woman could see her spirit guide holding back her anger and fear. Now, the doe was jittery, more like a true deer than ever. It looked like she would bolt at the first sign of trouble. Lightly touching the doe's head with a soft stroke, the woman found her brother with his bow in hand and anger in his eyes. "Nayati, what are you doing out here?" she asked softly, even though she knew well why he was out here, shooting arrows at a tree.


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300+

Nayati was not the type to question his superiors. He had grown up in the Great Tribe, all of the customs and behavior hard-wired into him. Had Chitsa been right when she had spoken so disrespectfully to him? It was true, he had let his emotions get the better of him when he had first addressed the Councilman, but he did not regret the valid questions that he had asked and he did not believe he was wrong in doubting the truth of the answers they had been given. Maska Ahote was a wormy, archaic creature who had no doubt ridden his family name into the Council and not earned with his own merits. He was treating everyone who did not kiss his feet as offal. That was not the way of the tribe, he was making a god of himself.


The pads of his fingers burned, but he continued to fire arrows off at the tree. It was his only outlet, the only way to release the anger that had built up inside of him. The Utina did not want his family to see him this way, especially not Kuruk and Saqui. His children may have been young but surely even they could feel all of the negative energy that surrounded their father. There were even darker clouds on the horizon though, a storm coming, and he wondered how much longer he would be able to shield his family from what was to come.


He had heard the sounds of approach, but as they were accompanied by his sister's scent he did not pause in his actions or make any move to depart. Another arrow was nocked in his bow as she asked what he was doing out here in the woods. After a moment of concentration he let the feathered shaft fly and turned to face her as it made a thunk in the trunk of the tree. "Because there is nothing else for me to do." He wasn't merely speaking of his lack of a rank, it was about the entire situation. His home was being corrupted, and he was helpless to stop it.

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