in character A Gathering of Kharajyr

[Volutional 935]

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By chance or by misfortune, you come across a note, or perhaps numerous, and you read.

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Dear Kharajyr of all prides,

 

This one's name is Sa'Morak. He reaches out to you in order to invite you to attend a meeting; This meeting may decide Kharajyr future. What is known to Sa'Morak is nothing of the feuds between Kharajyr groups, but Sa'Morak does know that we have no determinate Tlatlanni. This is not the way of our Goddess. Have Kharajyr forgotten her name?

 

The meeting shall begin, by location shown beneath, at dusk in two days. Sa'Morak shall mediate this gathering. There is an absolute banishment of violence. Treat this area as if it were Metztli's High Temple. Have Kharajyr forgotten what they are?

 

By Metztli's grace, Sa'Morak invites you to speak in representation of individual Kharajyr groups, each with a claim to the title of Tlatlanni. At the peak of this meeting, we shall beseech Metztli for her decision.

 

May the moon guide Kharajyr to their destination. Has Kharajyr forgotten what that is?

 

Signed, Sa'Morak

 

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The note holds attached a location for the meeting to occur.

Do you attend?

If so, continue reading, and post your response.

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Kharajyr from across Axios gather. Minimal in number, and some wounded due to the hostilities endured due to a lack of belonging. Some seem impoverished, and barely taxed by their newfound faiths. Among the group, it is clear that there is a divide: the Ape'Kha and the Kharajyr.

 

Your character joins the meeting, and is allowed to remain if they are in fact a Kharajyr.

 

 

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A Kha'Tigrasi approaches a botched podium in order to address the Kharajyr below, who have convened in a circle.

He speaks.

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"Sa'vi, Kharajyr" he begins, arms abreast and welcoming. "Sa'Morak welcawmes you." His smile shows two of his fangs.

 

"Sa'Morak stands at a crossrawds. Kharajyr are fighting Kharajyr once again, and Sa'Morak would frown at this."

 

There is a dramatic pause as he looks across the ground.

 

"Metztli would frown at this."

 

He stacks some paper in front of him, a huge grin on his face. "Now..."

 

"Down to business. Who will be first to claim the position of leader?"

 

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The Kharajyr awaits a response.

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[iris1612 1780]

Jakarra entered with his entourage, a small pack of battered hunters, armoređ and armed, though their weapons were away and they had obviously not arrived to fight. He waited impatiently as Sa'Morak spoke, until at last the question was asked.

 

The warlord stepped forward with a snarl

"I will lead. I had hoped that once I left my position as Tlahtoani the Kharajyr would be in a better place. Clearly I was wrong. We are now more corrupt than ever, with lying pretenders granting themselves power," he turned his gaze to the Apekha Tepah, if he was in attendance.

"I am a creature of violence and conquest, but a strong hand is what we now need. I will butcher the false priest Tepah and his pack, I will kill anyone who stands in my path and the path of the Goddess.

    Only after we have elimitated the weak and craven, cut out the tumors that plague our race, can we return to peace. Once I have restored our strength, I will defer myself to a new leader."

 

((On mobile, please excuse any mistakes

[Jygg 330]

An older Kharajyr with black fur sits by his lonesome. He grips a staff tightly in his right hand. His clothes are ragged and torn. His clothes appear to also be adorned with branches, vines and other natural items. He sits up a bit, a quiet grunt heard from him as he stretches his arms above his head. "Now, now...." He lets out a quiet yawn, his claws tapping against the wood of his staff. His gaze drifts over towards Jakarra, a displeased huff heard from him. "You sound too violent, boy. Too angry. Your hatred for others will not bring the Kharajyr together. Instead, it shall tear us apart." The Kha goes silent for a few moments, his ears twitching slightly as his gaze seems to lose focus on everything around him. He clears his throat after some time passes, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before fluttering open again. "Sorry, sorry... Anyway.... Za doesn't deny that the leader of the Kharajyr needs strength. However, the leader of the Kharajyr also needs to be empathetic and kind to others. Imagine if we had a leader which seeks violence. Such a leader would ruin the Kharajyr relations with other nations and races." The Kharajyr inhales deeply before exhaling as he sits up a bit straighter, a creaking heard from him as he does. "Here's what the Kharajyr need. We need a strong leader who can keep the Kharajyr people safe. We need a leader which follows the ways of Metzli. We need a leader who holds empathy, kindness and love for the people around him, regardless of who they are. We need a leader who wishes not to shut us out from the rest of Axios, but instead focuses on building strong relations with other nations." The Kharajyr's body sinks down into his seat a bit, his eyes wide and wild as he takes another breath. "...Forgive Za for rambling. It's hard not to do these days." He lets out a dry chuckle. "Keep Za's words in mind, people. The future leader of our people needs to hold these traits. Hopefully he or she shows up here soon..." The Kha lets out a sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he begins to snore quite loudly.

[Sky 0]

At the entrance in walks a cheetra wearing many shades of red, a cowl over their head but not covering their intense amber gaze which seemed to scan the room with a calming expression upon her face. Shortly behind her, walked in a white-furred kharajyr who's blue eyes seemed to gaze through all that it sat upon, and the pair then made their way to the gathering, sitting with one another at a close enough distance to hear as well as speak. After sometime, Atahuti, stood up and looked about at those who have gathered, his gold-trimmed sea-blue clothing deathly still as if the wind itself stopped to listen.

 

 

 

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Ti'Atahuti's gaze flickers towards Sa'Morak and gives him a respectful nod before speaking. "I, wish to thank you for the gathering, I personally was intending to do so once I have finished speaking with all the nations of this world, but sooner is better than later I suppose. Now, the title of Tlatlanni is mine by birth right, as clear as the blessing of my fur and the heat in my heart." the kharajyr would then hold his left arm out, plucking a few hairs and letting them fall to the ground, for all to see that the fur is indeed white to the root. "I am young, yes, however I am not blinded by youthful ignorance, nor am I a fool when it comes to the troubles my people face today, and while I claim my rightful place as Tlatlanni, I also call out for those who wish to aid me."

 

The white-furred kharajyr's mystical blue eyes move towards Jakarra, a warm smile upon his own face as his gaze meets the prior-Tlatlanni. "Jakarra, you claim to be one of violence. One, of the claw. Is this not a better stance for one of the Do'Tavahla? No, not for your experience, past or heritage, your thirst for vengence and the strength to do Muuna's will, you would stand a strong Dra'Metza. The need for strength is indeed required, though it's not to be excused as the only way, not in any situation. As the tridant has three prongs, so do we require three to rebuild what we no longer have."

 

Finally he turns back to the podium, clears his throat and announces. "I will take over where my Tlatlanni has failed, and with me, I will need a Tultelkos and a Varkolu, the three pillars of our society, and with these, we will not fail Muuna."

 

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(Wrote in the first person without the accent for a quick read.)

[Gizzol 252]

Tepah just sort of scans the room as everyone speaks, on occasion his morko bear would growl on his ear. He would roll his eyes as Jakarra address him, his head however nodding as the young Ti' speaks. He would rise to the podium after the To' finishes. "Sa'vi, many of you know Tepah. Many of you also know tepah has been pardoned of his crimes multiple times by multiple  people. Tepah stands as the head priest not by choice. However with mukars death there was no one more fit to hold it till a tla' picks a new one. Tepah looks forward to watching the young man lead, maybe, he will finally stop the history of our nation running into the earth"

 

With that he steps down and back to his animals

[DrinkPesticide 52]

A pantera, Ja'Zinawr, as declared by Sage Mukar, sat anxiously throughout Jakarra's speech, his narrowed gaze flickering about till it would direct itself to Ti'Atahuti and his escorting Dra' as the young male pair entered. He'd sit through the young leaders speech, bobbing his head along with his wise words until he rose up from where he was seated, drifting over to take a place behind the new Tla', a simple handaxe upon his side as he bellowed out, "Tla'Atahuti!" He'd give a final dip of his head, stood firmly where he was.

[OzYmandi 647]

An observant leparda, Ko'Cutlani watched from a distance as they had this meeting. Hearing what each had to say.

"The one who claims himself... violent... is probably the best for us as it stands... Cutlani is, of course, not very.. Updated, on our matters, but Cutlani is sure kharajyr need a strong lead for the kharajyr.. Though peace between us will not be achieved through slaughter. It will only spark more conflict..."

Ko'Cutlani finishes with a bow to those who heard, and left the surroudings to continue his trade.

 

[Archbishop 1784]

Bukkahkoj stands behind Atahuti. "Ti'Atahuti holds Metztli's blessed coat of fur, he is the per of Tla'Nani thus should hold the title of Tlatlanni."

[champ 194]

In her abode sat the current Tlatlanni, reading the note over and over again with a scrutinizing cocktail of emotions. Most, however, were seemingly of nonchalance and worry, and her rule remained as simple as ever. She knew her newly grown cubs were about to make a breakthrough in Metzli's domain, and that her time as their holy leader might have been steering into a halt. She held no bitterness, but instead, set the parchment down and run an idle paw through her snow-white fur, all the whilst staring at the moon atop the balcony of her abode, dimly lit by torches that lined the walls and seats.

 

"If Metzli decrees it." Is all Tla'Nani Kaphiri mutters to herself with a pleasant smile upon her countenance, folding the paper. "Nani only wishes it goes well; the poor Kha' doesn't know how many times this has been tried. Jakarra, and all the others. Metzli, guide him, and give him a pelt like mine, should you deem him worthy."

[dm420 186]

A Hou'zi, sitting by Zinawr would not speak, but instead listen and observe. Unlike her hyper nature, she'd be calm this time. Yi-Lanhua would turn to Zinawr once, and the rest of the Kharajyr present, before speaking in response to Zinawr. "Upvote Tla'Ahuti." she'd bob her head to the white furred kha, as the others seem to like him as well.

[ElevenJellyBeans 100]

Runa purred as she sat down. "Runa.. would love to be Tla' although she daws nawt have white fur... She is fond of Kha'..." "eef, runa daws become Tla'. she promises to lead the Kha in the right direction. Nawt leading to them a dead end. Giving them a positive future." she would bow her head. "I respect yaw all decision," Runa glanced to the floor.

[Jygg 330]

The old Kharajyr's eyes flutter open after a moment, his gaze slowly drifting over towards the white-furred Kharajyr. He raises his hand upwards to lightly stroke at his chin as he keeps his gaze upon the Kharajyr. "Hrmmmph... Perhaps... Though having white fur doesn't make you a good Tla'... Hrmmm... Mmmm...." He pauses for a moment, his claws lightly tapping against the wood of the staff again. "Only time will tell if he is the right person for the position... Hopefully..." The Kha settled back down into his seat once again, a quiet creak heard from him in response. He reclines back into the seat, his eyes fluttering shut, snoring heard from him once again, though his ears continue to twitch slightly.

[Zindran 590]

An old 5'3 'Pantera stayed silent as he listened, his hands resting on the handles of the two pickaxes on his sides. He spoke after a while

"The white fur is a symbol that they have been blessed by Metzli herself to be the next Tla', though let's hope that they do well. Even though Balt is not really a part of these things anymore he hopes that the drama can end. Maybe then Balt will go back to serving in the Dra'Metza like he did before."

He said this with a light hum, tapping on the handle of the left hand's pickaxe before continuing,

"Also Za is right, only time will tell."

The small kha then fell silent, listening to the other kharajyr converse once more.

[Volutional 935]

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