...Tia'ja slumped against the viewport railing and stared off into the scene of swiftly passing stars.
Fifteen years. It had been fifteen years since she was told of her mother's death. Tausha had died honorably, as a true Blooded Yautja would, even though she was but an Ooman. Even still, the memory of her mother still tightened Tia'ja's heart. It was, of course, the Ooman part of her; the part she sometimes felt made her weak, but now found only strength in that half of her bloodline. It was the blood of Tia'ja's mother and she took pride in that.
Tia'ja was nearly 40 by Earth years, however, her Yautja blood kept her looking young and fit. She had long ago lost the few pictures of her mother and father in a raid by another rival Yautja clan. She could now only look upon her mother in her memories and her father had spoken to her little since Tausha's death, always on a hunt. Tia'ja still honored her mother's memory before every hunt. It was tradition for her. It was was what calmed her. It was how she prepared.
It was her strength.
She began humming and then gently singing words to a song in an Ooman language she did not fully understand. It was the lullaby Tia'ja's mother would sing to her as a small child to put her to sleep. The words were not important. It was the calming strength she found within the melody that was important.
Had anyone been around to hear her song, they would have found it hauntingly beautiful as the quiet melody left her lips. Tia'ja, however, sang only for herself and her mother.
Tia'ja ended her song in a quiet sigh. It was time she returned to her quarters. She still had to don her armor and warm up one last time. It was time to prepare. It was time to find her strength.
It was time for the Hunt.
This was done for
as an entry into her Tia'ja contest. I think i really just entered as an excuse to draw Tia'ja again.
Tia'ja OC by
Line Art, Coloring by Me (duh!) in about 8 hours in PS