Chapter Six: The Tomahawker
Part Two:
The band of mudokon tomahawkers cautiously slinked through the dense underbrush. Miles, Rivers, Wesley and Jin all followed Chuk through toward the distant mechanical sound of slig pants. They were almost identical in appearance. Painted with identical purple stripes, dressed in identical loincloths and gloves, heads adorned with identical head feathers. Wes was made obvious by the extravagant black tattoos on his arm and they all had different scars on their bodies. But other than that they looked like any other mudokon of their class.
Chuk however, was a stand out. Many years of hard work had caused his muscles to grow massive in comparison to any other mudokon he had met. He had once killed a scrab barehanded and walked away with no permanent injuries or lasting scars. His head was bald and he had a small feather goatee. But despite his fierce appearance he usually radiated with a brotherly charm. Usually.
But sligs always rubbed him the wrong way. He was on the hunt now.
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