Seeing Kul’taks’ smile was like a breath of fresh air, she felt like all she wanted was to make him smile. The only other person who actually smiled, a sincere smile around her, was her brother apprentice. Very few Sith actually smiled in a sincere way. Something about Kul told her that the Zabrak could smile more, but chose not to. Or was forced not to.
Standing, she heard a slight intake of air from Kul, casting a quick glance to him Tahiri started to smirk, though quickly hid it. As the Zabrak, now wide eyed, had just realized the simple leather clothes she had on. Instead of putting on her second set of her Assassins Armor, she wanted something a little more natural to herself. Tahiris’ simple tribal clothes were much more revealing, worn more for modesty then for comfort, which showed off much more of her lithe muscular body, and the black flame markings on her arms and legs. She preferred to hunt in these clothes than the other ones.
Solan growled a bit, he was looking back and forth between Kul, as he stood up, and his pair of massiff’s. Tahiri looked over her shoulder and sent a calming reassuring thought to Solan. The Akul sniffed the air cautiously for a moment, then huffed and got up to stand closer to his master. He rubbed against her, still eyeing the Zabrak male in his peripheral vision.
“Solan, it’s okay,” Tahiri as rubbed his head. “This is Kul’tak Drol. He invited us here, so be nice. Or else I will go hunt with him and you will stay to guard the transports.” She flashed another coy smile at Kul as she add that last threat. Looking towards the jungle, Tahiri got her mind back into the task ahead. He likes challenges, huh? This will be interesting. She had wondered if Kul had brought her here to be put through some kind of trial period like situation, to determined how truly trustworthy she could be. She completely understood this, she knew Kul’tak was trustworthy to a degree, and would take this opportunity to test him as well.
Another flurry of activity within the canopy ignited Tahiris’ hunting instincts, every fiber of her being was poised for action. Solan began to purr, feeling her anticipation and anxiousness for the hunt rising through their connection. “You may want leave your cloak behind,” she suggested, tilting her head slightly, but keeping her eyes fixed on the jungle.
Kul shook his head, another smile tugging slightly at his lips, “Hmm, yes the brush is dense in there.” Undoing the clasp he let the cloak fall from around his shoulders. “Shall we get to hunting then?”
“Hold on, I have to do one quick thing first.” Tahiri stepped forward, turned on her heel and stood facing Solan. Reaching up and placing her hands on either side of the big cat-like head, the Togrutan placed her forehead against Solans’ broad furry forehead.
Cocking his eyebrow, Kul watched them in wonderment, as the woman and beast closed their eyes together, and then straining to hear, as Tahiri whispered something in Togruti to her Akul. After a moment of silence, she backed away and took a deep breath, as did Solan. Lekku and ear twitching ever so slightly in sync as both opened their eyes. Solan shook himself, and then stretched forward as he slid up to his master, rubbing against her like a kitten would.
Giggling, Tahiri gently pushed the big cat away, running her right hand through Solan’s fur as he slinked by her heading towards the jungle. The Akul stopped a few feet away and then sat down on his hunches, looking back at Tahiri with longing eyes.
As Tahiri turned towards Kul, asking, “So, who are these two wonderful creatures?” Kneeling, she tentatively held out her right hand towards the Massiffs.
The question had almost caught Kul off guard, replying after a moment. “Ah, well, the male here is Shor’kir,” the Zabrak motioned to his right side and then to his left. “And she is Shar’kala.” With a motion of his hand and a welcoming thought, both Massiffs stepped forward to greet Tahiri. First by sniffing her hand and then her face as she stayed kneeling, before submitting to her caress.
“Ah, a male and female,” Tahiri stated as she gently petted the smooth reptilian like skin, and spines along the creatures backs. “They are beautiful.” Standing up, she looked Kul straight in eyes.
Their gaze stayed locked for a moment or two, until it being interrupted by a snort from Solan. Tahiri was glad that her skin was red, so that he couldn’t see her blushing ever so slightly, as Kul quickly averted his eyes. Kul looked at the Akul and then tentatively asked Tahiri, “So, if you don’t mind me asking? Umm, what was that all about?” His motioned from her to Solan, “The thing you did with him?”
“Do what, oh that,” it was Tahiri’s turn to raise an eyebrow, then a smile spread as she explained. “It is something I do before every hunt we go on together. I was reaffirming our connection through the Force and something, a phrase, my Father taught me, so that we can communicate, even when we can’t see each other.”
Pausing for a moment as the memory of her Fathers’ lesson flashed to the surface, she turned away slightly as her smile faded a bit.
“My Father would always say to me before the hunt, ‘We hunt as one. I am your senses, as you are mine. If you are safe, then I am safe. Together we prevail, apart we fail. We are one force.’ It is a tradition I now do with Solan.” She turned back to Kul, forcing herself to forget the past and focus on the now. Tahiris’ enthusiasm returned with the thoughts of the hunt, grinning as she said, “Heh, I just realized that you’re the first one I’ve ever told that to. Anyways, I’m ready now. Let’s go hunt us a Reek! What’s your plan?”