Humbards, they could defeat anyone, or anything. Nyasari, the clan's queen was the scarriest of them all. Rumor has it, that she could kill a lion with her bare hands or kill a shark with only one breath.
But they never killed without reason. Their pride was not to be harmed, they were not to be harmed and their habitat was not to be harmed. Anyone who crossed these lines could kiss their life goodbye.
The clan was based a few miles north of Washington, and hadn't harmed anyone, until a drunk hunter, decided to shoot Kala, Nyasari's youngest daughter who was caught off gaurd, picking berries in the woods.
Enraged, Nyasari hunted the man down. She peered through the window of the local pub to see him hitting on the waitress, Deena, a friend of the clan. She walked into the pub, heavily cloaked, and sat down behind the hunter. "Nyasari." said Deena subtly smiling, "anything to drink?". "I was talking to ya foxy, you better look at me when I'm talkin to ya." said the huter as he tried to touch her shoulder. "Get a life Hank." and she shrugged him off.
Dissapointed with her reaction, Hank got up and began to leave the pub with a bottle of beer in his hand. "WOAH!", Hank had tripped on something. Nyasari gently pulled her leg back under her clock, waiting for his reaction. "Who the f*** do you think you are?" He stood up ready to strike, but was knocked back down. "You b****!" He watched her move towards him, her hand still in the air. She slid her foot out from under the cloak, and put it on his toe. She ran it up his leg, his knew his thigh, and stopped near his groin, "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Hank screamed in anguish. "WHAT THE F***?!?" She suddenly stopped pressing, her foot continued to slither up his body, like a snake. She was up to the neck, choking noises came from the hunter, his face turned red, then a shad of blue. She stopped, there was heavy breathing. She moved again, and stopped on his right cheek, her largest toe, right on top of his eye, "AHHHHHH!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!! PLEASE STOP, I'LL DO ANYTHING!". She stopped, bent low, covered his face with her hood, and spoke into his ear, "Will you give me my daughter back?" she asked with a raspy, sinister voice. Hank whimpered. "I didn't think so." "AHHHH, NOOOOOOOO, I'M SORRY! NOO! PLEASE, STOP!" "Uh" groaned Nyasari, as she felt her toe slip into his eye socket, then she pulled up, feircly with his eyeball latched onto her toe nail. She pulled it off, and took her hood off, "This is the eye that you used to aim your gun at my daughter, is it not? she asked him. Hank was sobbing, pain surging through his body, "I'm sorry, please, leave me be." Nyasari looked at him, with her dark red eyes. They were watery, then a tear fell and slid, smoothly down her coffee colored cheek, "Never" she whisperd. She pulled out her knife, and drove it through his neck. He struggled, then life left him, and he was nothing more than a useless peice of matter, dead. Nyasari, had avenged her daughter.
She stood, and turned to find a half dead Deena, staring at her. "I'll clean that up, sorry you had to see that." apologized Nyasari. "Is he the one who killed Kala?" Deena asked slowly, clearly terrified. "Yes." was Nyasari's simple reply, and another tear swam down her cheek. Nyasari took a step closer, she heard a whimper, and Deena ran out the back. Another tear. She turned back to face the bas****'s body. She opened the door and felt the brisk wind slap her face. Another tear. She dragged the body out of the pub and onto the snow. Another tear. She took out her knife again, "Naish waikum ansan vakush" she whispered her last prayer for her daughter, and drove the knife through the killer's chest. She began to sob, and she couldn't stop.
