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An arrow slid into place, shoulders pinned between roots. Like giant vines, they spread across the forest floor and into the darkness of rich soil. Toxin coated the stone tip of her weapon, the carven bow made from the wood of Hometree. From far away she could call her Ikran if need be, but fear struck her in the form of these two strangers. Perhaps by the aid of Eywa they had come to be there, but outsiders were strictly forbidden.
There were no ifs, ands, or buts-- not unless the Tsahik would pardon them by will of the Great Mother.
Tall she stood from her place at the roots of a mighty tree, three fingers inverted to pull back the strong thread that held her arrow strong. She turned, golden eyes taking in the sights of her prey, and she poised herself to release the poison-coated projectile into them.
Her eyes, however, became distracted by the falling seeds of another tree, following them as they fell about her bow.
❛ Atokirina...?! ❜
