The Silent Watcher.

The resting place.

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Vor'mekta and Ush'kiele were having the hardest time of they're life's trying not laugh in Cet'anu face.
The younger hunters knew they'd would be in trouble for it, but by Paya that was a to good to loose opportunity.

"I am sorry Arbitrator." Ush'kiele started, trying his best to keep a neutral expression  " I don't think I understood it right, please tell me again what is it that you need?"

"A translator." Cet'anu grumpily responded and the duo in front of him couldn't contain they're laughing no more.He wasn't able to remember the last time he was so annoyed.

Glancing back at the group of humans he found the culprit of his currently predicament. She was holding Hul'tah's human in a tight embrace, talking softly on her ear while petting her hair. From here he could see the various cuts  on hers small feet and was surprised at how unpleasant it was to see her so hurted and disheveled.

The walk back to the temple was just as unpleasant. His human, proud little thing, walked the half mile from where he dropped her without utterly a word nor making any sound. He didn't fail to notice how silent she could be, forcing him to constantly look back to make sure she was still following. He wasn't angry with her earlier, just frustrated, as he never once imagined that her mad outburst would overheat his very old and outdated translator. Cet'anu would never admit it out loud but he was surprised with the amount of obscenities that this little human was able to muster in just a few breaths. In different languages as well. He didn't understood half of what she said, but the half he did would make a seasoned bad blood shiver in shame.

As if sensing his hard stare, the human turned to him. Cet'anu heart's clenched with all the anger and hurt he saw into her purple eyes. "Is she really human?" He voiced his questions to his companions.

"Yes," Ush'kiele was the one the respond, him being part of the vast majority that enjoyed hunting humans." I've never saw eyes like those in my hunts, but is known that sometimes humans are born with rare colors for eyes."

"She would make a fine trophy."

Vor'mekta conclusion wasn't wrong, he was on point. Any hunter would state the obvious fact that with those eyes combined with the skills she showed earlier today by, that human would not only be fair game, she would be considered a great trophy, and yet, the vision of her eyes empty of life made his skin crawl and his stomach churn.
"The translator. When will you be able to get me one?" Cet'anu decided to change the course of that conversation.
"By the sunset you will be able to fully understand your human." His cousin slightly shoke his shoulders in a friendly gesture.

Ush'kiele and Vor'mekta were the only ones in his clan that didn't feared him. They respected and admired the Arbitrator and more important than that, they knew Cet'anu was more than the weapon his clan saw him as. Vor'mekta, the younger of the trio was proud to share the same bloodline and happy to be close to his older brother and cousin Ush'kiele, who was considered a genius when it comes to engineering and development of equipment. The trio would hunt together every opportunity and this event was not different. Even if the two younger yautja would be a little bored. They function was simply stand guard on the campsite making sure the others followed the rules and respected boundaries. With all the tension between the Clans even a minor transgression could be catastrophic, the companions were responsible for making sure no one, even they're superior's broke the rules.

"The female Ooman perished from her injuries. Kujhade, your lack of control has cost you. Your mission was to recover the Ooman, not fight her." The Elder's booming voice sounded from the dais silencing the buzzing temple. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

All eyes turned out to the warrior that was cleaning his armour. "The Ooman is victim of it's own stupidity" He started speaking out loud for all to hear " I do not regret my actions. For there was no wrongs to regret for. The Ooman challenged me and I fought it with honour."

Growl and roars of agreement resonated around the ruined temple and the Elder nodded his head, taking the younger Elite words into consideration.

" Wasn't your mission clear?" Tha'tab rumbled to the defiant Elite.

"It was, yes. " Kujhade answered lowering his head. He knew the elder was known for his short temper and true aim.

"And yet," The Elder voice once again resonated through the silent temple. "Here you are, empty handed." 

Elder Tha'tab had was close to a thousand cicles, standing among the ones that preach for respect above all else, he was disappointed, to say the least . Casting a glance over the females Humans hurdled together stinking off fear and rage he, not for the first time questioned this whole event. Directly in front of him were the most respected hunters of this generation. Each and every one off them was outstanding in one way or another and yet all he could see now were a bunch of immature pups too blinded by proud to see a palm in front of their eyes.

"You will give HER a honourable funeral." He was interrupted by roars and rumbles off discordance from all. "SILENCE!" Tha'tab roared in barely contained fury. " Kujhade you will do as you are told or it will be your funeral that your clan will be preparing."

"I understand Elder." The Elite bowed in respect. He didn't understand shit, but he would talk with the Elder privately.

Growling and chittering echoed in the temple."For the rest of you listen carefully for I will not repeat myself. There's a lesson to be learned in all of it." Tha'tab knew that for the most of the hunters taking attendance it would be just a waist of time. For most it would be just another Chiva. But if Paya blessed even only one with enlightenment it wouldn't be just a waste."You are all dismissed for now."

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