08-05-2018, 01:40 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 14px;"]close your eyes, kewong. close your eyes, breathe deeply, and center yourself with the world.
memories of her training had been coming back often as of late. memories of her eyktan's heave paw on her frame, readjusting her position, teaching her to hunt beasts twice her size. she could feel her eyktan's breath on her ear as she was taught the prayer to recite for every kill, to thank the goddess they hailed for sparing that life for them. death for life, the beautiful circle of it all.
wasn't that the reality, now? her people, they'd all died, and she lived. she had to honor them, had to live in their name and honor their memories. they'd died, and somehow, life had to come from it. more than just her life, her life wasn't worth enough.
exactly how she'd do it all was unclear, but she trusted the goddess to guide her when the time came. until then, all she could do. the tigress, who's fur was blue-against-blue in pattern, stayed strong as she crossed the border. shoulders squared, head high, a true warrior in her own right. she'd recognized the border as she passed it, but sitting at the border didn't seem effective. it could take hours, days for someone to see her - heading right in and stating her intentions only seemed effective to the former princess. it was the way the omaticaya had always done things, and she was remarkably naive to the traditions of outside groups. she could only later pray they'd forgive her lack of knowing.
memories of her training had been coming back often as of late. memories of her eyktan's heave paw on her frame, readjusting her position, teaching her to hunt beasts twice her size. she could feel her eyktan's breath on her ear as she was taught the prayer to recite for every kill, to thank the goddess they hailed for sparing that life for them. death for life, the beautiful circle of it all.
wasn't that the reality, now? her people, they'd all died, and she lived. she had to honor them, had to live in their name and honor their memories. they'd died, and somehow, life had to come from it. more than just her life, her life wasn't worth enough.
exactly how she'd do it all was unclear, but she trusted the goddess to guide her when the time came. until then, all she could do. the tigress, who's fur was blue-against-blue in pattern, stayed strong as she crossed the border. shoulders squared, head high, a true warrior in her own right. she'd recognized the border as she passed it, but sitting at the border didn't seem effective. it could take hours, days for someone to see her - heading right in and stating her intentions only seemed effective to the former princess. it was the way the omaticaya had always done things, and she was remarkably naive to the traditions of outside groups. she could only later pray they'd forgive her lack of knowing.