A Kha'pantera's Return

[Merkaken 516]

The moon rose high above Karakatua, beams of light shining down upon the island. A Kha'Pantera coughs hard and loud, covering his mouth with a paw. His black fur was matted, sweat trailing down. S'Hragha knelt down, whipping his hand down on the cool dew of the grass. He rubbed his hands together, then walked to the river and cupping his hands in the water, splashing it on his face. S'Hragha had discarded his robe a while ago, as to not get it dirty while he trained. He kept his short, tattered pants on, however. He looked up to the moon, wiping his brow and sighing contently. He gets on his knees, putting his hands together, and bowing his head in prayer.

 

"Metzli... S'Hragha thawnks yuu fuur beeing S'Hragha... S'Hragha ees thawnful fuur being Kha, awnd beeing mayde by yuur purrfect hawnds... S'Hragha weel hanawr yuu tha way yuu desuurve."

 

S'Hragha stands again, shaking himself lightly before going back to his robe and putting it back on. He looked up to the moon one more time and smile happily. He walked off with a bounce in his step, his long meditation and training done, ready to return home, hopping he is worthy of his goal, or at least will be soon. He goes to the temple, and leaves lapis lazuli and emeralds at the altar that he gathered from his long journey, before stepping back.

[Moot 1719]

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