Varang te Sha’kan Kata’ite

Varang lifted the kuru high in the air, shamelessly stepping on the body of the Ole’ektyan whose kuru she had cut. Letting out a sharp cry of victory to her people. Her fangs glinting in the cool midnight air. Which was now warm and coated with the ash of fire, burnt trees, and murder.

Varang and her clan had just raided another group of the Windtraders. Successfully burning down the ship and looting the clan of its materials.

She once again let out another cry of victory as she kicked the body of the Ole’ektyan. Or at least, the one who had led this group.

“We are the fire!” Varang cheered, her tail flicking high up in the air. Until her ears flicked to the sound of someone who was not one of her warriors wandering aimlessly through the brush.

Varang quickly turned around, throwing the kuru she had previously held tightly to one of her warriors.

Quickly walking over to the sound.

Throwing her hand into the bush to grab a fistful of fur—or hair—and yanking whatever was in the brush.

Only to find a human.

A sky person.

Without one of their metal masks to breathe.

“Is our air not poison to sky people?”

Varang hissed, almost fascinated at the sight. In her own sadistic way.

Something that resembled a smile spread across her face as multiple of Varang’s warriors came quickly.

Their spears and bows aimed at the small creature—you.

“I will keep you. Sky demon.” Varang began once more, her fangs glinting once again in the cool, midnight air.

“How do you breathe?” Varang questioned, though she did not expect an answer. As she soon stood up to her full height. Her hand still gripping a fistful of your hair tightly.

“You will come with me. Where I can keep you as something that will…please me. Listen to what I tell. Obey all of my commands.”