An Abomination

[Archbishop 1784]

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=etzT4wtD-QI  

After an uneventful day of constructing their new home the Kharajyr returned to their rooms to rest. For if they wished to survive they had to put the effort in, and so they would. They went with a joyous spirit, all rejoiced for Metztli had blessed the Kharajyr with a newborn white tlatlanni. Dra’Yuulpria had given birth to a white furred kharajyr, Rameethar’s daughter. While she would still not rule until she has become fit to, all would welcome the godsent gift from Metztli. Other then that, the day was quite calm. Many new arrivals rejoined their kin in their new home, the sun beating down on the furred coats.

Though once again this serenity was disturbed. Oddly enough, over the desert formed a tropical storm, tons of rain dropping down onto the desert and mountains around Haria. Though this did not disrupt everybodies sleep. Though the plump leparda Sage awoke, a feeling of uncertainty and death washed over him like a the wind over mountains. He promptly rose from his slumber, quietly heading down to the main gate where he met another, a pantera.

The overweight Sage hobbled towards him. Trying to get his attention but this failed, the pantera was glaring out of the closed gate, his gaze fixated on something in the distance.
“Sa’vi Pantera. What is wrong, you seem to be… acting strangely. Do tell your Sage.”
Enquired Mukar. Though it seemed his question was met with silence. Though this changed. The pantera rose a finger, pointing outwards towards the darkness. The two could only make out a figure, something that appeared to be that of a kharajyr, though upon closer inspection it would not be… or at least not be a whole one. Its shape was deformed and no tail was present. Though the figure rapidly turned its gaze towards the two, noticing that they were glaring at it. It swiftly charged towards the gate, its features being made clear in the torchlight, though this rapid approach caused the two to yelp loudly in shock, awakening most.

After this a flock of kharajyr quickly formed at the gate, all yapping and asking what had happened, though one by one they noticed the torchlit creature clinging its boney and hairless hands upon the wooden gate, long and badly kept claws clearly visible. Though the rapid increase of people caused the creature to release an ear piercing screech, those who had heard the screech on Xerdali would find this familiar. Just as quick as it appeared the creature fled into the stormy darkness, though all there had witnessed this creature, perhaps the screech awoke most within Haria, even more so the Kharadeens within the palace which is sat so closely to the Kharajyr home. The Sage merely turned towards the group who stood there in shock, their mouths agape.
“Kharajyr, they are children of the sun. Stay vigilant and report any further sightings to the priesthood.”

[ForeverGinger 148]

Ketzawl's brow furrows as the creature screeches into the hot desert air. The new Ju' draws his robes tighter around his wizened frame as the twisted monstrosity clings to the gate. Pale, milky eyes squint at the creature, seeking its twisted features.

 

"Thees cannot be..."

[DrinkPesticide 52]

"Squeeeeeeed!" A thin pantera shouts in jest, in the intention of stirring up the crowd, he raises a brow to Mukar shouting "Zinawr wasn't aware Mukar worshiped the sun opposed to the moon." 

[BonesOfTheEarth 2252]

A dead Kharajyr frowns by Metztli's side, having before seen two of these.
 Too bad he's dead.

[Archbishop 1784]

Just now, DrinkPesticide said:

"Squeeeeeeed!" A thin pantera shouts in jest, in the intention of stirring up the crowd he raises a brow to Mukar shouting "Zinawr wasn't aware Mukar worshiped the sun opposed to the moon." 

Mukar snaps his gaze towards Zinawr. "Do nawt accuse Mukar of that. Those.. things awre children of thaw sun."

[DrinkPesticide 52]

Just now, Adam_barnett said:

Mukar snaps his gaze towards Zinawr. "Do nawt accuse Mukar of that. Those.. things awre children of thaw sun."

Zinawr sighs looking into Mukar's blank white gaze "Zinawr awpoligises he mawst awf misheard yah sayge" He leaves the scene, retreating down into the lower floor.

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