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The five Fire Tribe warriors neared the heart of their tribe, which was a gray dusty hollow just bellow the massive volcano that inhabited the island. Despite the extreme heat that traveled down the volcanic mass, there were a few swiftlets flying around in search of food. The sky above them was dark and gray, meaning that a probable monsoon was to dampen the island once more with its waters.

Despite the birds flying around and singing for the rain to finally come, the atmosphere at the hollow didn't seem so joyful. Deep growls echoed all around, long and deadly claws scratched at rocks and sank into the dusty ground, lifting and making ashes and a few embers fly into the air and flee from the massive tiger who's fury had been awakened. 

The leader paced around in circles; his lips had been drawn back in a snarl to show his pointy yellowish fangs. His coat, even though being a beautiful ginger color that had been painted with black stripes, was rugged and unkempt. Long battle scars traced down his large figure to give anyone the impression that he'd been a dedicated fighter for his tribe. The three scars that stood out the most were the ones of the tiger's chest and a missing chunk of his right ear that had been ripped away by an arrow or sonething.

The sight was enough to make all the warriors and hunters to stop what they were doing and flee to their own dens to shelter during their leader's wrathful storm.

Even two of the bravest warriors; Wooyoung and Changbin, were pressed against each other while Mingi and Yunho sheltered behind them. 

"Beomie, you know how much I, Wooyoung, your awesome future brother in law, loves you. . . BUT WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"Well, I don't know! You tell me."

"Uhm. . . I think it'd be better if we all just kept quiet." Changbin whispered as soon as he saw the leader snap his heads towards them, his vibrant amber eyes glowing as he fixed them on Beomgyu. 

Despite the fact that the four grown warriors were shivering with dread at the invisible fire that shone in Taehyung's eyes, Beomgyu was the only one who gazed back at him. After all, why should he be fearful? It was only a leader having a fit. 

Only a leader having a fit. . .  

We'll see how that one goes. . .

Taehyung stopped his pacing upon seeing the group of warriors and a certain 18-year old who's arms were crossed and who's chin was lifted up with arrogance which made Taehyung's eyes darken. When he had met Beomgyu, he had been fascinated by the young boy's energy and his strong physique. But of course, all that fondness had turn to ashes after Beomgyu had started to ditch his duties by disappearing and not coming back until hours upon hours later. . . And with a scent he didn't welcome in his tribe.

Taehyung growled and glared at the two pair of warriors that were beside Beomgyu, sending them a silent message to back away from the younger and continue with their duties far away from the hollow. The four warriors nodded at the leader's command, they nudged and brushed against Beomgyu as a way of saying farewell and scurried away with the other warriors that had run to hide once they found out about their leader's new wrathful fit.

Taehyung turned back into his actual form. Unlike last time that Beomgyu had seen him, Taehyung had his hair completely free, no tight knots or high pony tails, his hair was just being let free to dance with the wind that the ocean breeze had carried. His dark strands of hair brushed against his face and sharp jawline, giving the leader a much beautiful look. But even though the leader looked magnificent, his glare and his deepened voice was enough to make everyone believe how menacing he was.