| Location: Siku’s Shrine TS: 23 Summer 427 PCs: Saxani, Bones Youth, wonderful youth; truly, there’s nothing in the world as beautiful and innocent as – Smack! It was the sound of an open palm on skin, the furious speed, acute pain and all. Two kids were at it, those wonderful things we categorize as youth. There were two Dhani, male and female, fighting. A lesson had been let out not too long ago, maybe a few chimes. It was a lesson in history. It went a little something like this… The snakelings were gathered around their elder priestess. Sashisaxani did her best to be up front. Ssafirsotibones was somewhere in there too, maybe towards the back looking at the glowstones in depth, the glowing moss catching his eye. The children had settled, were counted up, and the priestess and teacher gave her opening. It was the usual routine. First, she started with a question. “Who here knows about,” her words trailed off in the nook of the School, her Dhani body slithering about to a coil, “, the pact between the Dhani and the Myrians?” The priestess was no fool. Her quest ended abruptly, a snap as always, but she have no lesser thought of the Myrians than she did her own kin. Underestimating an enemy was a lesson to be taught by someone other all the same. As usual, no one really knew what was to be said on it. That one boy in the back always liked to put his claws up, having heard something from mommy, but he was always short on information. That’s why kids go to school, to learn, properly. The silence, though expected, was met with a sigh on the Priestess’s part. With a gesture of the hand, she began, as if to hold up an orb to the eyes of the snakelings and marvel them with a vision of the past. “I had begun long ago, during the times of our elders, during the time of the Valterrian... “Falyndar, as we know it, was not much different. Its people, however, drastically were. I may date myself in saying so, but there were more of us then, or so I have heard. I tell you this only as I know it, and have been told in my own time. The jungles were in chaos. The wars of the Gods spread all across the lands. It was in our home, Falyndar, that life was ended and begun anew. It was a terrible time, met with great pain and chaos. Alas, it did cease. The Gods ended their war, and those guilty were brought to a justice. It was at such time that our people had begun to move. “We had found refuge here, in Zinrah. These tunnels are but the innards of the ruins above, constructed long ago. The ruins were once more complete and well kept, by Myrians mind you. Many had fled for their capital of Taloba in vain. The jungles claimed what lives they could in the trek. Others stayed here, and as you now know, they did not survive to pass. That was when we claimed our land, and burrowed toward the earth’s heart. It was then that many of us perished too. Hunting was not such a pleasure now at is was then; even then, imagine how pleasurable hunting is now and compare it. No, young ones, many starved and died. “As with all conflicts, the dust did settle. We had a home, and there was food again, but soon another storm was upon us. The Myrians, those savages, were laying claim to Falyndar. ‘Myri the Merciless,’ supposed Goddess-Queen of these Myrians, lead the advance. The wilds were purged of all things they found a threat to them. “As you know it, we too were on that list. More likely than not threatened, perhaps even scared of us, the Myrians had left us for last, when no others would change the odds. They cut us off, their numbers too vast. The Myrian Queen lead this assault too, and soon they were upon Zinrah. Dhani claw met savage bone, those Myrians who dare not fight without a weapon – for we Dhani are the true superiors in form. So much blood was spilled, and still their numbers were endless, their breeding like flies in such masses. Too they were slaughtered like flies, but so many flies there were and it was for not. “We were...losing. Our Great Mother, Siku, sent out at once to relieve Zinrah of the savage torment. It was then that she beseeched her own mother, Caiyha, Goddess of all the things that are wild, to put an end to the slaughter for both sides. She was in greater terms with the Myrian Queen, and in the end a deal was struck. “Such were the terms, and so they still stand: No Myrian shall set foot in Zinrah. It is home and sanctuary to the Dhani. You see the Myrians still so afraid that they need box us in at all sides instead, yes? Similarly, we are not to tread upon or near Taloba. There is no telling what such an act would bring upon Zinrah. For a fool to venture so far into the wilds is questionable in itself. “Alas, that is the story of our security now. These tunnels as you know them to be home are under the safeguard of a word. Caiyha has brought us life and peace as per Siku’s asking. We might not be here if not for her, and thus it is why we prayer to her and give thanks.” The rest of the lesson was insubstantial to the younglings in question. One found his fascination with the Goddess of flora and fauna alike strengthened, and the other only dwelled on thoughts of hatred for the Myrian savages who threatened her home. Saxani was already lurking outside the tunnels though, and it made good fuel for motivation. It kept her alive, and spiteful of the Myrians. Bones had his own wonderings and day dreams to attend to while Saxani dreamt of ripping the head off of the Myrian Queen who she’d never seen. The history lesson ended within the bell. There were prayers to be sent, healing to be done, and other things that consume a priestess’s life. The youth group had not made it far from the School before a discussion developed. Within Siku’s Shrine, there was controversy on just who was the better goddess. There was favouritism between Siku, their mother of sorts, and Caiyha, to whom all Dhani in Falyndar owe their lives. When words were not enough – Smack! – action was. A slap was nothing compared to what had already erupted. Saxani had her tail coiled around Bones and he his arms all over his face. They were slapping and punching without must aim, their young bodies and minds not yet requiring such. Saxani’s desire to squeeze the life out of something until its head popped up was what drove her, only she missed Bones’s neck by quite a few feet. She was slapping and punching at his face to try to get Bones’s hands off of her neck and upper body. The two twirled and slammed into the ground, both of their grasps broken. Saxani could not grip quickly enough before Bones escaped her. It was a challenge still. Bones and Saxani squared off, Siku’s immortalized gaze upon them both. Saxani was impulsive then, and made the first lunge for Bones. Her claws were out for Bones’s neck, and her tail ready to wrap around him and squeeeeeeze. Although it was better suited for the Training Gallery, none of the youth were complaining, and no adult was really around to take notice. They kids could have their brawl and get away with it. Siku guide me. A mantra drilled into Saxani's head served as her prayer and forticication of character as she aimlessly dove at Bones's neck. She had not a clue what she'd do should she even get her hands on him. |
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