Primal: Pilot
Angry cursing and the sound of splitting plants broke the near silence of the forest. Birds scattered and smaller animals retreated into the burrows and hides as Ahkiri came crashing through the undergrowth, frantically waving a wooden club at the nearby brambles and ferns. Her fur, golden-brown and black striped, with a flank of white from her thighs, up her navel, over her front and up to her chin, was matted with little twigs and leaves it had collected as she'd fought her way through the forest.
Sure, it would've been easier to take the path, but she'd stormed off when confronted by the tribal elders. Did she regret taking the hard way? Not at all, she hissed to herself, twerking another gangly stem out of her path. It whipped back at her, snagging the little clothing she wore; a simple loincloth tied around the waist, leather straps abound across the body, with a little material over her breasts for 'modesty' as it was called. Growling she tugged it away with such force it came out of the ground roots and all. She stomped on it, her footpaws wrapped in crude linen sandals, ones that let her flick her claws out if need be.
With a shove, she knocked some more of the plant life out of her path, but it was half hearted. She needed a rest. Leaning up against a scaly tree-trunk, she flicked her braided hair a bit neaters, landing on her shoulder and trailing down to her collarbone. Letting the lids flutter over her purple eyes, she let the humid, summer breeze wash over her. It was relaxing, soothing away some of the stress that hung heavy inside her. In a way, her new situation was pleasant; just her, no one to tell her what to do. Only one mouth to feed. Who needed the tribe anyway? She'd make adventure on her own.
With new motivation, and a confidence in her step, she resumed her plight through the forest, whacking weeds at twice the rate. She would succeed.
Or so she thought.