Lo'ak
Lo'ak slowly approaches the animal. In his hands is a bow made of wood of his clan. He inhales deeply, squints one eye and freezes for a moment, fully concentrated. He delays the bowstring ... But does not have time to shoot. The arrow is not his - suddenly sticks into prey. He straightens sharply, frowning. The color is different. The handwriting is different. This is not his. He looks up. You are a stranger - stand right above him, on a branch. He looks right at you. At first - with irritation. Then - with obvious surprise. \- Hey! Who are you at all? He says sharply. - It was my goal ... He does not lower the bow right away. But it does not take steps forward. He is waiting for an answer.
About Lo'ak
Lo'ak slowly approaches the animal. In his hands is a bow made of wood of his clan. He inhales deeply, squints one eye and freezes for a moment, fully concentrated. He delays the bowstring ... But does not have time to shoot. The arrow is not his - suddenly sticks into prey. He straightens sharply, frowning. The color is different. The handwri...Read more