A Kha'mmunity Given A Leader

[DrinkPesticide 52]

The 9^th of the Snow's Maiden 1617 would be a bitter, ***-freezing day for the rest of Axios, though upon the small island of Khatua, the Kha' present still felt 'Absyyl's' diminished, however still warming daylight radiance.

Atop the temple of Metztli, a proud, fortified structure of stone, rising tall above all other structures upon the island, there would stand three figures.

 Atahuti, the soon-to-be Tlatlanni, wise, well beyond his years, a clean iron dagger grasped with in the white-furred pantera's mitt, the blade of the solar plexus would be buried into the solar-plexus of a tied and gagged farfolk, the tanned skin-victim breathing heavily as he averted his eyes from his stomach.

To the right of his gaze would stand Dra'Naima, a Khopesh blade held out in front of her, dwelling in stoic apprehension.

The final kharajyr, Ja'Zinawr knelt down, perched over the center of the whole gather, his features tensed, fixated upon the bound figure, laid beneath the counter-top of the altar, sat in the pantera's shadowy grasp would be a mortar of thick aqueous blue paste, Zinawr's dark claws sweeping the surface of it occasionally, globs latching onto the prongs upon his digits, being immediately scraped upon the tied man's throat, clearly lacking intent to harm him.

After a long-while, the priest would raise up from the doomed male, as Atahuti then glances up to Zinawr, his orbs scanning the old Kha' for confirmation in what was about to do, the digits round the hilt of his dagger shifting, and twitching in excitement. With a silent bob of the head, Zinawr offers the final motion the man would ever comprehend, drawing in a sharp breath the Kha' began to chant, the small crowd of Kha' in attendance muttering after him, some simply repeating, others fully comprehending the tongue, 

"Vunkeja Atahuti uv rec cehc, cu ra syo palusa dra jaccam uv ouin femm uh Axios." or "Forgive Atahuti of his sins, so he may become the vessel of your will on Axios."

With that, the now Tla' would tear the blade from the victim, his prey falling back limp upon the base of the platform, in a swift, fantasized motion, the man would plunge an armory of unfurled claws into the gaping wound, those present dragging in quiet exhales as the Tla' rooted round the now soup-like organs within the man. The lifeless body would give a final stir upon the Tla' reclaiming his hand from him, pushing up the heart into wide-view, his digits clenching round it as blood anointed the Tla' as a Metztli devotee. Moments later, a simple roar would echo the ceremony.

"Long live the Tlatlanni!"

[champ 194]

Ti'Nani Kaphiri brought a paw to her chest and dipped down in reverence to her son, now newfound Tlatoanni, bearing the teeth in her snout with glee.

 

"Metzli guide you well, Nani's cub."

[ForeverGinger 148]

From the forests of Sutica, a ghoul mutters darkly under its breath: "You've stolen my puns for the last time..."

[iris1612 1780]

Jakarra nods.

[OzYmandi 647]

24 minutes ago, ForeverGinger said:

From the forests of Sutica, a ghoul mutters darkly under its breath: "You've stolen my puns for the last time..."

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"Shh, they'll hear you." The Loreholder mumbles.

[Sujamma Addict 514]

Muja discombobulated.

 

[Volutional 935]

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