[center][h1]||[color=a36209]Koa Jakwela[/color]||[/h1][/center]

It wasn't the furtive whispers that drew Koa's attention--those were lost in the excited murmurs of the hunting party--but the sudden vanishing of several others that caught her eye. She searched the crowd, suddenly aware of the presence in her group. Or rather, lack of presence. One of the painters was gone and, curiously enough, the Akit'r as well. Annoyance mingled with anticipation inside her, increasing as the time of the hunt drew nearer and nearer. It wouldn't be long until they set off now. Where were they? 

One of the hunters, a curious looking man that Koa narrowed her eyes at with unease, offered to go search for them before darting off. Koa paced and clenched her bow, restlessness already getting to her. The painters' song was beginning to wane, as was the young huntress' patience. Not even a minute passed before, with a grumble, Koa went off the fetch them herself.

They were found easily enough, sitting by a gathering of plants. There were five of them grouped around, the hunter that departed moments prior included. In the center of them all was strange...[i]thing[/i]. That was all Koa could think to describe it. Some [i]thing[/i] with pale, fragile leaves tattooed in black. What it was, she didn't know, but the air of mystery it seemed to carry was enough to momentarily steal away Koa's words. She shook her head and blinked hard, forcing her curious eyes away from it, though they traitorously flickered back once or twice.

"Hey," she called roughly, crossing her arms, "are we just going to stand here and wait for it to rain Yakkuls, or are we gonna go out there and hunt?"