Dusac Uv Lydbaubma

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

Ri'Bukaknog sleeps another restless night, the whispers growing every more harsh and urgent within his dreams. Or nightmares. He scratches at his bedposts, tearing down the yellow overhangings upon his bed in anguish.

A voice cuts through the the whispers, like crisp water cuts through the dry earth. Providing salvation for all who are touched by its grace, or in this case sound.

"My cub, my Kha'Tigrasi, my Bukaknog," she whispers, "You are needed, Bukaknog, you are needed once more." Ri'Bukaknog's distress is calmed and soothed, the burning pain of restlessness is washed over in the oceans of Metztli's compassion. His mind sharpened as the fog disperses from her great winds.

"Rise Bukaknog, rise and come to me, my cub." She beckons him with the gentle touch of her voice. Leaving him wanting for more, his greed for his goddess overwhelming him of all thought or reason.

Compelled by the force of desire, among other things, Ri'Bukaknog complies.

Leaving his den in the dead of night, the beasts screech and roar within the bleak darkness. He readies his spear.

He knows where he must go, he has been there before. But that is what perplexes him even more, the gut wrenching feeling before a surprise burns through to his stomach. Almost like drinking a swig of warm liquor, feeling it descend through the body. The grip of anxiousness strangles his insides with jitters. His eyes darting every which way as he enters the empty palace. The Tla' is sleeping, he must not wake him.

Descending down into the dark reaches of a sanctuary not to be spoken of, Ri'Bukaknog goes. His spear at the ready for any test to come to him.

He reaches the sanctuary, lowering his spear and bowing to the essence of Metztli within this earth. He is at peace now, never wishing to leave.

"My cub, your thirst for knowledge has proven adequate in my eyes. You are the one to further the glory of the Kharajyr, you are the one to renew... My language, our language, the language of the Kharajyr. The ancients, Uv Lydbaubma..." She whispers each syllable with the savoring of a thirsting man in the desert. Energy renewing with the relief of a once commonplace and underestimated aspect of life. Once lost and now found.

Ri'Bukaknog looks over to see a series of tomes and scrolls, ripple into existence. The veil of Metztli now lifted, her children now ready to learn a new aspect of their origins. A new shroud, never thought to even be there. Lifted. Ri'Bukaknog runs his hand over one tome, reading it aloud. The stone hums in joy at hearing the language pronounced through the lips of her cub.

Ri'Bukaknog beams with satisfaction. A language to call his own, a language for the Kha. Y myhkyka du lymm uin ufh...

Ri'Bukaknog sprints up to wake Tiazar about his discovery. Ri'Bukaknog's teclujano...

[Wretched 2075]

((Accepted lore. Our ancient language has been discovered yet again. I should note we still speak common, and you will only learn of this language if we teach it to you. So far only the Aelkos and Tlatlanni know of it))

[Danny 2232]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.