Silverwings
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Erok was one of few people in his tribe who bore the mark of the lost love. That was, a handprint on the chest that was purposely slashed through to show the death of a lover. He was married once, but now he walked his path alone. In the most recent war between another tribe and his own, his lover had been killed. He was also one of few that was entered into a warrior marriage. Both him and his lover were warriors in their tribe. Together they were fierce fighters. Alone, either one would be feared as they would do whatever it took to return to their love.
He stood atop the mountain path, calloused feet on shattered shale. He was watching out for the smoke of the rival tribe's hunters that had set out into their territory the night before. The man who was responsible for Catunuk's death was in that hunting group. Erok could feel it. His ancestors guiding him.
Once the smoke began to billow in the distance, Erok set off with hatchets in hand. With feet pounding into the earth as he leapt over fallen logs and twisting roots, he speed through the forest to where the fire had been made. Once he was close enough to smell the smoke, Enok stopped. He climbed a tree and silently bound through the branches until he was over the group of men.
The rival tribe's language was similar to his own, but not familiar. He could catch a few words thst were shared, like 'family' and 'hunt' and 'winter' but thw rest was lost to him. There were four men. Two were younger, they hadn't been a part of the last war. They were only children. You could see it in their faces and in their figures. The way they held themselves.
The eldest one was the man Erok was hunting. Sinikua. He knew the name. It was the last thing he heard as the man had been called away when Catunuk died. He remembered holding his lover as the light faded from them. He remembered the vow of vengeance he took in that moment.
With gritted teeth, Erok leapt from the tree, and in a few short moments, that seemed to stretch for hours to him, he killed off the hunting group. Erok stood over Sinikua with hatred flooding his mind, "Vinik ta uka."
You killed mine.
That was all he could muster. Sinikua seemed to understand, holding his wounds. He showed remorse for the man who towered over him, "Ka tani."
I'm sorry.
With the words, anger fled Erok and he took a breath. He got his vengeance. He wouldn't sleep peacefully without his Catunuk by his side, but he could rest a little easier, knowing now that the man who took his love away was paying for the loss.
He stood atop the mountain path, calloused feet on shattered shale. He was watching out for the smoke of the rival tribe's hunters that had set out into their territory the night before. The man who was responsible for Catunuk's death was in that hunting group. Erok could feel it. His ancestors guiding him.
Once the smoke began to billow in the distance, Erok set off with hatchets in hand. With feet pounding into the earth as he leapt over fallen logs and twisting roots, he speed through the forest to where the fire had been made. Once he was close enough to smell the smoke, Enok stopped. He climbed a tree and silently bound through the branches until he was over the group of men.
The rival tribe's language was similar to his own, but not familiar. He could catch a few words thst were shared, like 'family' and 'hunt' and 'winter' but thw rest was lost to him. There were four men. Two were younger, they hadn't been a part of the last war. They were only children. You could see it in their faces and in their figures. The way they held themselves.
The eldest one was the man Erok was hunting. Sinikua. He knew the name. It was the last thing he heard as the man had been called away when Catunuk died. He remembered holding his lover as the light faded from them. He remembered the vow of vengeance he took in that moment.
With gritted teeth, Erok leapt from the tree, and in a few short moments, that seemed to stretch for hours to him, he killed off the hunting group. Erok stood over Sinikua with hatred flooding his mind, "Vinik ta uka."
You killed mine.
That was all he could muster. Sinikua seemed to understand, holding his wounds. He showed remorse for the man who towered over him, "Ka tani."
I'm sorry.
With the words, anger fled Erok and he took a breath. He got his vengeance. He wouldn't sleep peacefully without his Catunuk by his side, but he could rest a little easier, knowing now that the man who took his love away was paying for the loss.