Let the Arrow Fly... (OPEN)

[Mokri'Law]

Her hand moved nimbly, knowing what it was doing as it had done this countless times before. Mokri'Law's carving knife sharpened the edge of a strong stick she was going to make into an arrow. She was running low on them thanks to practicing so much earlier, and had set out to gather strong sticks to turn into arrows that would later be dipped in the usual toxin that her People used to make them even more deadly. She thanked Eywa not only that she did not foolishly stumble upon Nantang or a hungry Palulukan, but that there were so many pieces of wood of good enough quality to use, she had even shared some with her fellow Warriors. Mokri'Law left hand held the middle of the stick, holding it over a stone, which served as a sort of base for her to lean it on. Her other hand carved a sharp tip into the end of the stick, her brow furrowed slightly in concentration.

In order for it to be a potent weapon, it had to be made correctly. That was both Mokri'Law's and her Father's logic, and both of them put much effort into their craft. A few already carved arrows lay next to her left each of them sharp and well made. Mokri'Law looked up from the spot where she crouched, she was outside Hometree, not by much, really just a few feet away from the entrance, crouching on a smooth rock while others either greeted her or walked past and into Hometree. To those who did greet her - and were actual Na'vi - she smiled at and greeted accordingly before going back to her work. She tilted her head up, noticing the Sun had gotten low in the sky - meaning Dinner could not be too far off.

The Female Warrior took in a deep breath through her nose and looked back down at the half-finished arrows. A few braids fall over her shoulder and frame her face as she puts the finishing touches on some before putting the simple, sharp object away. It was different than the Dagger she had sheathed on her chest, the sheath itself going over her left shoulder and under her right. That intricate sharp weapon was used in battle and for hunting only, seeing it as a waste to use it to perform such a remedial task. Mokri'Law set the Carving Knife on top of the small pile of Half-finished Arrows and looked back out, toward the Jungle.

She wore her usual loin cloth and had braided her hair in the style that many Na'vi women did, adorning it with beads. There were also a yellow feather and a red feather just under her right ear, where there was also a black earring without a middle. On her left arm there was an armband and on her chest that sheath for her Hunting Dagger. Mokri'Law didn't wear much else, perhaps the eye guard used for riding, but other than that no. It was impractical for a Warrior to wear many things on their body, not only that but it got in the way of being able to move so freely when out in the Forest.

[Tswayon]

Tswayon's head was just filled over the rim with so many things right, things that he should have not dared to see in his life. A couple of hours ago, he saw a truly intense horror that seemed t stiffen his spine with fear and disguits. He knew that the humans had bodies that seemed like the Na'vi, but how they did was was a act that even Eywa would despise in the most of ways, and even the Princess herself had seen this un-forgiving act of creation with her own eyes. It was best that they were to forget of those scenes that they had seen with their bare eyes.

How could he though? They were stuck on the walls of his mind, and they constantly haunted him with the pictures popping up here and there over and over again, it was just almost impossible to get rid of. Even his flying couldn't get them out, and that always tended to clear his head from any thoughts he wanted out of his mind! Maybe he needed a different approach on this situation, maybe doing something that needed his full concentration could help him out. Something like making some spears and a dagger or two. Yes, that should help clear the mind off those images for a little bit.

For a bit of a while, he had been gathering sticks up to make some spears for the clan to use, and he was lucky today. There were so many good and strong sticks that he could be using to make the spears for the clan, and it would help him with taking everything off of his mind for a little while. He thanked Eywa for such a generous offering as this, and had began to head back towards the Omaticaya's clan residence, the Home Tree. Though when he had gotten back to it, there was someone that was doing the same thing that he was about to do, and it was someone who tended to scare him a little.

Tswayon knew about Mokri'Law, and he knew her quite well indeed when it came to the skies. She was one of the most skilled flyers of the Omaticaya clan which was for sure when they had went out on hunting parties, she had a very good shot and was very powerful among most, some of the men just fear and respect her for being who she is, that was the very same for Tswayon towards her. He respected her a lot, because she had a bit more experience when it came to shooting in the air when it came to killing things on the ground than what he had, his skills were mostly based on speed and and evading, which had caused him to perform tricks to impress others, though he knew that having a hunting competition would be a no go if was against her.

To cause little problems, he had settled himself down on a smooth rock that was not too far away from where Mokri'Law had been sitting herself on to make it look like he wasn't trying to keep away from her or anything, but he did rubb his half-torn right ear a little bit out of nervousness, something he tended to do when he knew something might become a little bit of a problem, even if he couldn't hear much out of it now. Though he just ignored the feeling and put on his eye guard over his eyes, and began to cut the wood around the tip with his carving knife, you had to be careful with wood since it could fly into your eyes, and the last thing he wanted was another disability to slow him down.

[Mokri'Law]

Her yellow eyes calmed a little, the fire in them dimming as her mood became more peaceful. The Sun was setting, staining the skies with beautiful hues of orange, red, and yellow. How could even Eywa create a phenomenon so breathtaking and awe-striking as the sunset? It made Mokri'Law swoon to see the obvious presence of Eywa in their Jungles, on the Plains, and on the Cliffs as well. Mokri'Law's breathing slowed to a peaceful intake in and out as her eyes moved lower to peer out into the Jungle. It was a pity that it was not safe to venture out into the Jungle usually, thanks to the dangerous Predators that loomed, but it turned into such a breathtakingly stunning place with the glowing plants and the fluttering of the seeds of Eywa in the air, watching over the Forest - maintaining the balance.

Mokri'Law turned her attention from the Jungle and looked back into the roots of Hometree, noticing a new Na'vi near her. A Male was carving something on a flat stone near her. She craned her neck and watched his hands carefully carve the piece of wood, trying to figure out what he was making without having him sense her looking at him. The Warrior chose to sneak up on him while he was engrossed in his carving, remaining crouching as she moved toward him slowly and carefully so she wouldn't get an eye full of wood - she needed her eyes. Mokri'Law came up behind him slowly, peering over his shoulder from an acceptable distance. Her fingertips rest on the ground as she cranes her neck a little.

"What are you making, Tsmukan?" She asked curiously, forgetting that this might scare the living daylights out of him to have her randomly appear behind him. Her eyes were half-lidded, and her body a little leaned back, more on her hips so she wouldn't be in the direct line of fire of stray wood shavings. Mokri'Law was both curious and quite talkative, always up for a conversation or a debate. She knew some were fearful toward her, and that she could not help sadly - but that doesn't mean she had to be a gruff, angry Beast all the time. In battle was a different story entirely of course.

-NOTES-

Tsmukan: Brother

[Tswayon]

Tswayon's thoughts of what he had seen hours back began to fade away softly into the back of his mind as he had been keeping his whole concentration on carving the wood that he gripped tightly with one hand, and shredding the bark as well making a point on the top with his carving knife, which was the best and top priority for him to get rid of while he had been working along on his own for the time being. This was what he really needed to do at the time, just focussing on something and doing it right on his own, and it even helped with any stress he had been feeling in him for the time being.

It also helped that the day had been coming to its very end right now, and the night was quickly making its approach on Home Tree as well all that had resided in and around it. Night really was a beautiful time, as it always brought life itself into reality with the colors that kept the jungle lit for the animals that resided in the twisted branches to find there ways home. Though even that he could not notice besides of the markings which had shaped like an Ikran onto his chest that glowed among his body to give him some sort of light despite it being a bit dim while he kept working on.

That was the problem for him though, for when he had been concentrating on anything, it caused him to blank out of everything that was around the area, and even his senses had just faded on him with only his eyes focussed on the details on the wood he carved constantly. Which had came to a spook when he heard the voice from behind him, asking what he had been doing, causing him to jump a bit in a panic rush. Because of this however, the blade had jumped as well, slicing a little bit of his hand open, and having a sighing wince as he dropped his carving knife and putting his hand over the cut on his opposite hand.

Quickly he looked back behind him to see who it was that had caused him to cut his hand, and it came to very little surprise on who it was. It was Mokri'Law, being curios on what he had been doing alone with some wood that he had been carving on. He should have expected it, he knew how good some of the hunters and warriors of the clan were very quiet when hunting or just watching, he should have been a bit more careful. "Hello there, Mokri'Law... I'm... I was just carving spears was all." He said, and had put a little bit of water that was in his water container onto his wound to wash the flood on his hand off to prevent some infections from getting into the wound.

[Mokri'Law]

Her eyes move to the wound after she had come over to his side once she was sure he had stopped carving. It wasn't a bad wound, but no wound was good - an infection was highly probably from even the smallest wounds. It came with their life-style, so in-tune with the Land around them. If dirt got into that small wound while he was moving through the Forest, performing whatever duties were expected him, well then it wouldn't be very good for him. Mokri'Law placed a hand on his arm to grab his attention for a moment. "Wait here for a moment." With that, Mokri'Law rose and turned, careful not to kick up any dirt as she swiftly took off into HomeTree, looking for the Healers of the clan. Surely they would have spare cloth for her to wrap this Male's wound.

The Warrior made her way up into the branches quickly, since she did this nearly everyday. Catching sight of one of the Healers, she grabs his attention and asked her for a piece of cloth to wrap a wound. The Healer gave her an odd look, commenting on how she didn't have a wound to be bound, but Mokri'Law quickly stated that it wasn't for her. After a small explanation, Mokri'Law got her cloth and began to make her way back down to the Root of Home Tree. She hoped that he hadn't became impatient and left that spot. The Warrior gripped the piece of clean cloth in her hand as she jumped from branch to branch as she descended down the many levels of Home Tree.

Mokri'Law's feet touch down on bare dirt and swiftly bounds forward, stopping in front of him, careful not to kick up dirt once again. She knelt down in front of him, the piece of cloth taut in her hands as she stared at it and then the wound. A grin came upon her face as she looked up at the Male. "Let us not forget that I am a Warrior and not a Healer - for good reasons." She chuckled slightly and attempted to get the piece of cloth around the Male's hand tightly. Mokri'Law had only seen the Healers do this a small number of times, and the memory was a little fuzzy, but she knew the basic steps since they were common sense.

[Tswayon]

Tswayon could very well admit, this was not the worst wound that he had ever recieved in his short life time, and he should know for sure since he always felt it, and they always showed across his body like little reminders of being an idiot, or at least accomplishing something for himself. For an example, he had lost half of his right ear since his Ikran had bit onto it, and torn it off when they were fighting for their bondage, which also caused two large gashes on his shoulder and his chest. The next was the slash that had been driven on his back, caused by a competition made against him an a jealous rider when he got a good shot on his back.

But even so, a cut was indeed a cut, and they always stung like crazy no matter what you put on it, though the water he had been pouring on it seemed to be helping as he had been waiting for Mokri'Law to come back while it seemed that she was trying to get some help for him seeing as she told him to wait as she rushed off. So he just sat there on his own for the last little while as he had been just caring for himself, and making sure no dirt was to get into his open wound, cause the last things he would need was an infected hand when he went out to hunt.

Though it seemed that Mokri'Law came back as she had promised, and she had brought some cloth along with her his time, taking his hand and wrapping his wound tightly with the cloth she brought, which made him whimper a little bit, but he was fine soon enough with his wound being protected now by most dirt particles that could fly towards his hand. Tswayon had chuckled along with Mokri'Law when she had confessed that she was no Healer for a good reason.

"Can't blame you, Txe'lan says it's a lot of hard work... But I am getting ahead of myself, I am Tswayon." He said as he put his left hand in the center of his chest as he introduced himself to her to show he had good manners in him as a male. Since he had been taught more than once to be proper in front of females, even if they did tend to scare you a little bit, though at least she had shown that she had some heart in her fearless and quite dangerous self.

[Mokri'Law]

Her eyes flicker up to him briefly as he chuckled at her joke, giving him a small smile before going back to what she was doing. She tied the piece of cloth around his hand as best she could, watching the blood begin to stain it just a little. Mokri'Law hoped she had tied it right and hadn't done it too tight or loose, perhaps she should ask a Healer how to do it properly from how on. It was a useful trick to have and secretly she admired the Healer's for their knowledge of the plants that could create poisons, antidotes, medicines and countless other things. The Warrior knew though that she would leave that extensive knowledge to them, but she wanted to ask them a few things. Mokri'Law then lets go of him, her amber eyes moving up to meet the Male's eyes as he spoke.

Txe'lan...she had never met him personally, but she knew his name quite well. He was very good at creating medicine for The People and was very kind and understanding toward everyone. She smiled up at him and nodded, still crouching in front of him. "It is nice to meet you Brother." She placed her hand over the sheath of her knife on her chest, a simple mimic of his greeting. Her Father never taught her manners, just fighting. There were many people in the Clan that she did not know, simply because it was so large, but Mokri'Law was always happy to meet new members - especially the ones with interesting things to say or incredible stories to tell. The Warrior looked back out toward the Jungle, watching the last few Hunters trickle into Hometree, back from a long day of Hunting and practicing their skills.

She looked back to Tswayon, slightly curious about him as she was with most people she met. She looked him over quickly, taking into account the beads, feathers and then noticed his partially torn ear. Mokri'Law's eyes trained on it for a moment or two and then moved back to his eyes, assuming it to be a gallant battle wound of some sort. Since the Warrior had not seen him around, where she went of course, she assumed that he was not a Warrior and perhaps a Hunter. Mokri'Law looked down at the well-crafted Spear and smiled widely. "You carve well Tswayon, did somebody teach you?" An innocent question to ask or at least Mokri'Law thought it was.

[Tswayon]

Tswayon tried to make sure not to be looking back at his wound again, even if Mokri'Law had already wrapped it up with a cloth, it always seemed to hurt even more when you saw a wound and paid attention to it, than the wounds that you didn't even know about inflicted onto your skin, it was always funny how pain worked like that in ways. Though some just hurt so much that you didn't need to see them to know what had happened to it, his ear was an example when Takuk had ripped it off in their little fight, and now the two of them were companions for life. Things happened though, and stuff like that could not be changed after what they have been done in the past, just like trying to grow back the trust from the Sky People.

But this wasn't the time to be thinking about that right now, it was the time to be focused on his fellow Na'vi, and to be thanking her for her efforts to try and help him out. She seemed to be a nice Na'vi as well, for a hunter that was. Mokri'Law was what he knew for sure a hunter, and he had seen her fight before time and time again, which had caused him to be weary of her, for that he kept his distance from him every time. This however had made him feel much more comfortable around her, it showed that she had feelings for her other clan mates and had her worries for their wounds. It was good for someone to have that, as it showed that they had their hearts in the right place like all Na'vi should.

When Mokri'Law had complimented about the spear he had made, and had asked him if anyone had taught him to carve the way he did today. He just lightly chuckled as he had picked-up the spear he had been working on for the first little while and just examined it a little here and there for any bad marks, but he wasn't going to work on it just now. "My father taught it to me since I was a little kid. He taught me a lot of things actually, he gave me a lot of advice and skills to keep myself living. We truly had a father and son connection with one another. I even bare his marks... Most of them that is." He said as he straightened himself straight a bit, showing the glowing spots that formed in the shape of an Ikran, even if some of the spots were missing around the right-side of his shoulder area. It was a proud shape to have on a flyer, but sometimes he had regretted ever having that on his body.

It was because of how his father treated him now, which was like pretty much a pile of useless waste, he never even talked to him ever since he had gotten his Ikran, it always crushed him hard inside to think about it. He had lowered his body own once more with a sigh escaping his lips as he felt there smoothness of the spear he had shaved off. It was so hard to have to receive feelings such as that so quickly, but at least there were some things left of his childhood that he could still grip onto and use even today. That was a good thing, maybe even the best thing for him for now.