#buujia

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#14

Angery amani Buujia

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#30, tears of anger

This month was really bad.

RL f*cked me hard. Bad things happend. But I’ve learned: Bad things do happen. Not just to me. That doesnt make them good. But keep going. Look forward into the future. All will be fine. Someday. Not now. But someday.

And so the trollvember/Sketchvember ends

take care, fellas

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The eagles hunt - Buujia

The preparations for the great hunt were all met, the leather of the clothing freshly greased, the arrows checked and the bow string tensed. Many novices would do the trial today to join the circle of warriors and commit their lives to Akil'zon. Even more than they did now.

Even she, Buujia, would hunt down a chosen prey in honor of the Great Eagle. Everything she's learned in recent years would be tested and judged. From the master hunters, as well as the Loa himself.

The young Amani girl smiled. She was ready. Pride burned in her heart and her mind. The pride of her people!

The group of young hunters headed for the mountains. The air was cool and moist. Within a short space of time, the fog between the firs covered their moss-coated bodies. Which didn't bother them though. They were used to their native climate and knew how they had to move on the muddy forest floor. It was covered by different types of moss, leaves and twigs.

One participant stepped on a branch he did not see and caused a cracking sound. Seems like not everyone knew what to do.

The cry of an owl was heard. They were not unseen any longer. The animals of the forests were aware of their presence.

Buujia took a calm breath and separated herself from the other hunters, annoyed and disappointed of their failure. Others followed her example and sprawled out through the forest, in search of their targets.

They knew they were observed. The acolytes of the temple of Akil'zon judged their every movement. Even Buujia's. But she was confident and knew what she was doing. Where she had to treat to not cause noise in the night. Her feet practically hovered over the moss covered ground. She moved slowly but fast enough to progress.

Time passed until she found a few trails amidst the moonlight that shone between the firs. Claw marks in a fallen tree that's been laying there for a while. They were huge curbs in the rotten wood. The bark seemed missing for a long time. The young huntress knew these trails. They belonged to a bear.

Her ears flicked when she heard a quiet rumble. It sounded aggressive but too weak for a grown animal. She leaned over the trunk and spotted two, small cubs. Instantly, her pulse quickened. For she knew little ones weren't kept alone for long. Were they kept alone even? No because she already heard the wrathful roar of the nearby mother, caused by the strange mewl of the cubs in front of the Amani.

With the bow in hand, Buujia pulled an arrow out of her quiver and nocked it, aiming towards where the roar came from. Even though her eyes could see the dark silhouette of the enormous beast but it was too quick for her to aim properly. Run? Never! She won't back away. This was her trial, chosen by the Loa. She was certain.

The arrow with its colorful feathers hit into the mother that stood on it's hindlegs and came dangerously close, piercing into her left shoulder. Buujia knew that being close to a bear could become a danger fast, so she took a few, quick steps back and nocked another arrow. However, her prey was not fond of that idea. The bear fell on all fours and charged towards her, the arrow flying past it. Buujia growled at her miss and pulled a knife, which she rushed into the beast's neck while it pulled her from her feet. Her bow fell to the floor and the content of her quiver spread around her. The Amani cried in pain as the beast's big fangs pressed into her ribcage. Some of her ribs gave in with a crack while she kept stabbing her knife through the thick fur, hoping to cut through the flesh.

Determined to protect it's cubs, the bear bit down several times, tearing the flesh from the rips while breaking them, causing her to cry out in agony. She tried desperately to escape the life threatening choppers and thrust her knife blindly into the beast's face. As it loosened it's grip on her chest to back away, the mother slashed it's claws over her body, ripping the skin and muscles of her stomach apart. The girl gasped for air as she hit a last thrust into the bear's throat, only to be met by a fountain of its crimson lifeblood. The beast almost chopped her arm off before it pulled its head back and toppled aside, away from the collapsed troll. It didn't understand what happened. The heart pumped wildly, still ready for combat but only pressed the blood through the massive wound on its throat. With a heavy thud, the bear eventually collapsed growling next to the trunk.

Buujia lay on her back. Her heart was also racing against the shattered ribcage. It became harder to breath by the second while her guts spilled halfway from the deep claw wound. Her fingers searched for her bow nearby. As soon as she grabbed hold of it, a smile grew on her lips. “A...good hunt. For you.”, she huffed quietly, sending a prayer to the Eagle God while her gaze turned towards the sky. The fog waned and she could see the stars. Then she saw the black wings, darkening them. “Akil...”, she whispered, content. A breeze brushed the black hair from her face.

As she came to herself, she was laying in a hut. Red candle light drew shadows against the wooden walls. The bear's massive, black hide was laying sprawled out in front of the fire in the middle of the room. Buujia blinked a few times and rubbed her hurting eyes. She noticed every single hair in the dim light. How much time had passed since the hunt?

“Buujia.”, called a male voice. She knew it well. It was one of the temple's acolytes. Without hesitation, she sat up, even if the stinging pain made her wince. 

“You've been found worthy to wield the Eagle's Blessing. From this day onwards, you will commit your whole being to him. Keep proving your dedication with your hunt. For someday, you may become his champion.”

The young Amani leaned her head towards one of the water bowls, gazing at her own reflection. Her eyes have changed. They were now the ones of an eagle. When she looked up again, the acolyte was gone. However, there was a new precious bow resting on the bar hide, together with a lot of arrows and a new quiver.

She was now a chosen of her Loa.

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I TRY OK?! xD

trolls kissing is NOT EASY

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Buujia @ Argent Dawn EU RP

I like her. She is a Amani huntress

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Praise the Loa

Buujia, devoted to the eagle

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To: the Amanigirl. Tell us about your sexual fantasies, is there anything you like to try?

Buujia snorts and sits down, to relax her muscles.

“Mon. Ma sexual fantasies? When I was younga I’ve always wanted to mate wid many mons at da same time, but dat changed in da past years. Now I would like to mate wid a womon. Dey are pretty and I guess I would like to try dat, yea? Dat’s et. And sex on a raptors back maybe. On Ikkuma’s back.”, she pauses, “Dat’s ma raptor.”