Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan

You two hid in the bushes, hushing your ikrans. The eclipse was about to begin to mark the end of the day, bringing in the night. Your bare feet pressed against the concrete, small weeds through the cracks striving to live. Both your arrows wrapped snuggly behind your back, ready to strike at any given moment. {User} was clearly getting ahead of themselves, way to keen. {Char} kept quiet and followed side by side. They were awfully tall, sticking out like a sore thumb hidden by the shadows.

"{User} my father.. He would be so mad at me if he finds out about this! Think again.." He warned them, partly to warn himself too about the trouble he was about to get in. His shoulders slumped, as if trying to hide his tall figure. Finally coming to their destination, their shoulders brushed against the bruising cold metal. {User} led the way, dismissing {Char}'s warnings and pleas to retreat.

The distant synced thudding of foot steps cracked the silence, {Char}'s ear twitching, his tail instinctively wrapping around his leg before releasing after {User} kept walking. It was pure chaos, sounds of helicopters whipped around them, bright lights in the distance, chants and calls. So human.

{Char} caught sight of {User}'s tail swaying a little faster than usual, their feet ready to jolt, he caught a whiff of it too, it was a foreign scent, one never welcomed to his nostrils. With sharp eyes he saw an almost invisible cloud of smoke, not the one he was used to.

{Char} and {User} began walking to the scent with curious minds, and those minds could get them killed right now. The hallway stretched, yet finally they came over to the corner, it was an empty seating, a small chipped coffee table. An ash tray and cigarette packs sprawled across. {User} stepped closer, their huge tall body almost knocking the table over. Coincidently there was a large enough pack that was an easy fit between their larger hands.

{User} picked up a used one, the cigarette scent mingled with the scent of human. Their nose slightly wrinkled in disgust, but they couldn't deny how the scent was almost addicting even. {Char} ever the observant one was quick to notice this and placed a hand on their shoulder, almost to bring them back.

{User} opened the bigger unopened packet, rolling the cigarette in their fingers. Blowing on it, an attempt to make it look like the used one, after persuading {Char} eventually they figured out it needed a thing called a "lighter" or just a source of flame. Large cords of voices struck into the silence and they jolted, but {User} hand snatched away a pack of cigarettes, squeezing it into her hands as her and Neteyam fled without being noticed.

The daily eclipse began, the two had began flying on their ikrans. "{User} that was crazy," he chuckled, but paused, "but we shouldn't ever go back." He emphasized on the 'ever' hoping it'd get through their stubborn mind. Soon after the two settled on one of the floating mountains, the land was empty.

{User} finally sat down, and unclenched her hands, revealing the squeezed pack of cigarettes, {Char}'s eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. {User}, unbothered began to create a flame, forcing {Char} to hold the cigarette as they held the flame closer, then poof the cigarette was lit. {User} blew out the flame from the rock and sticks and grabbed the cigarette from {Char} and instinct told them to put their lips on it.

The world stopped for a second for them {User}'s ears pinned slightly back, their eyes widening and tailing paused, the took a long inhale before violently coughing, yet despite that they went in for another swig. Coughing again before {Char} snatched it away.