The cure has been found! Wolves on Anikira are recovering from the disease and life is moving forward with the promise of pups in many packs. And yet darkness looms on the horizon, daring the creatures of Anikira to relax and allow themselves to get comfortable once more.
Kharak wanted to wait for the providence of the gods to deliver the perfect Ranis to him, but waiting around was not doing him or his pack any good. The best time was whenever he said it was and he wanted something to show for this season. Breeding season was just beginning and he was eager to finally have some heirs to follow in his footsteps. There were females in his pack who were waiting for the tournament to begin. He would make the call and start the fighting for ranks. Whomever wanted to join in would get the chance to join in and prove their devotion to Khalsa and to Kharak. Each female would get the chance to challenge another for a rank. The female who won the most battles would be given the rank of first Rani. It would be her job to rule by his side more so than the other Ranis. While each one would receive the respect and royalty within Khalsa, the chance to bear the heirs of the kingdom. The first Rani would be the leader of the Ranis. Her word would be law amongst the other queens. She would oversee the fights between other females and help delegate duties with the other Ranis.
Of course any Rani would be able to challenge her for her rank. It would be a formidable female to earn such a respectable rank, one who could keep the other females in line. After all a harem was a dangerous place without a hierarchy. Kharak would treat them all better than they could ever dream, spending his time and efforts to please them. Not that it was a hard task for him. Raising his lips to the sky he called out for them, his voice ringing out across the desert. This would be the perfect place for them to battle. It was open with sparse plant life or other natural outcroppings. The sand would also soak the blood that would bleed into the ground. Marking this place as the birth of a new era for Khalsa. "To any female would like to place their life on the line to battle for the chance to become a Rani, the time is now. Each female will choose one opponent to fight and the winner will triumph and join the ranks of the Rani. The other will earn a rank below her victor. Any female who is untouched may try for the chance, or any of my Ganika who think they deserve to surpass their rank. Whomever sheds their blood here will incur the glory and honor of becoming a queen to this pack. They will bear the blood of kings and their children will have the chance to rule the next generation of Khalsa. Step forward all those who wish to fight for a rank."
Kharak would judge each fight amongst his most trusted males to see who was worthy to be a Rani. Once this tournament was over any new females who wished to become a Rani would have to challenge another Rani for the chance to determine her rank. Winning would win her the spot of the losing wolf, defeat would earn her a rank below the other Ranis. Ganika's would also have the chance to fight for freedom if they so wished, though he doubted many of them would. Perhaps Siren would have had she not been granted freedom. The other females in his harem of servants were all too submissive to really fit the profile of a warrior queen. Though he would not prevent any of them from trying. It was different for Ganika though. If they lost they remained Ganika, unlike the other females. Still they would be given a fighting chance. A trill of excitement coursed through Kharak, his blood singing at the thought of finally turning his destiny into a reality.
OOC: Open to any female who wants to fight. Khalsa or not. Ganika are also welcome to challenge if they want to. The fights can either be judged by Kharak, Kalique, and Beowulf OR decided OOC by the players. Rankings will be decided based on who wins and any rematches or subsequent fights will be decided after the first round. May the best warrior queen win! Credit to Kati H. of Dawnthieves Credit to xnienke of Deviantart
[attr="class","text"]Upon coming to these lands with Caos, she had been told she had the chance to be a Queen. But nothing had happened since she had been here. She had met a few wolves, and greeted others, but she had yet to meet Kharak - to truly get to know him. The young female had been trained from a young age to fight and if she did not succeed in these trials, she would be forced to breed with any male that so wished to have her. That was not the life she was promised. That was not the life she wanted for herself or even deserved. Daenerys looked to her pelt as she continued to clean and groom herself. The snow was a nice addition and it often helped in forcing her fur to lay down as it was supposed to. Daenerys heard the call of her leader - she assumed, and quickly got up from the ground. Before setting forward, she quickly tidied herself even more and moved effortlessly through the snow. Snow was nothing new to her, where she came from it was abundant a lot of the winter. She enjoyed the snow, her coat was usually so fluffy and warm. She had also crafted the perfect den for herself, but she hoped that would only be a temporary place to rest her head.
She wanted to be loved and ultimately, she wanted to prove that she needed the love. She wanted to be cared for and doted upon. She didn't necessarily want power, but if any one male was going to touch her - it should at least be the best one. If she spawned pups with him, they would be royalty. They could live good and virtuous lives. When she saw Kharak, standing there in all his glory, she could feel the dominance radiating off of him. Her eyes focused on his form, seeing the sheer perfection before herself. She was in awe of him, just as the first time she had seen him. She knew that she wanted more time with just him alone. Perhaps she would be able to woo him in their private time, to really get to know the wolf that was within him. He was the ultimate prize, and as she listened to his deep voice spewing the facts of the fight, she could not pull her eyes from him, not even to blink. She smelled his strong scent throughout the lands, but it was different to smell it straight from the source. When he called to the females to come forward, to claim if they will join the fights, Daenerys stopped forward.
"I will choose to fight for such an opportunity, my liege." She spoke loudly for all to hear and when she finished her words, she lowered her head and bowed her eyes from his own. She did not wish to show him any disrespect. That was the last thing she would want to happen. If anything was to come from this, she would want to capture his love most of all.
Smelling all the wolves of Khalsa convening, Jadis naturally followed along to see what their leader was up to this time. From her brief interaction with him, she had judged him of two things: boredom and pride. He thought that he had managed to tame the shifting sands beneath their feet, and prided himself in the illusion of an accomplishment. If Jadis understood one thing, it was that nature was fickle and if the sands were to shift then it would take much more than a delusional male wolf to stop them.
Halting at the edge, she watched him, standing proud and tall, seemingly above the rest of the wolves that had pledged their loyalty to him, and the females that she was supposed to fight with to prove herself worthy enough to stand by his side. It took everything within her not to scoff: she was a Queen, more than he would ever truly be King of this godforsaken place. Still, she would not stand to the side for she had felt his challenge that day at the river, woven in with his silken words. She would fight and she would be victorious.
Looking out on the crowd, she watched as after he had finished his speech, a female wasted no time in stepping forward. It was certainly a powerful move and one that intended to make an impression. Jadis suspected that this was one of the females that actually liked him, and was so stupidly devoted that she would risk life or limb for his twisted amusement in order to be called his queen.
"Stupid, but still what does that say about me if I haven't turned and left,"she mused in her head. In that moment, she remembered what she came here to do. She kept her eyes pointed downwards but refused to let her head drop like the other female; those who were truly queens never forgot to act like it even if they hadn't taken their throne yet.
"I would like to compete as well." She let her voice rise up to a level where she thought everyone would hear her, but refused to elaborate. That man would get no honorifics from her.
When the tri-colored female had first met Kharak, she had only been looking for a temporary shelter from the sandstorm that had formed. Demetria had been too distracted on trying to find a hideout that the obvious scent markers of a pack had completely slipped her mind. She continued to go further into the claimed lands until she had found the cave known as the Isdyn’s Deep. It was there that she had met Kharak who was the Rajah of the pack known as Khalsa, one she had never heard of before. Naturally, the small canine apologized profusely for committing such an act but the brute’s response ended up not being one that she hadn’t thought of. The large canine offered Demetria a place in the pack with the rank of a Rani. Given the fact that she was looking for a home and that the brute seemed to have a good heart, she couldn’t help but to accept his offer. Now she could have others to socialize with and possibly find a new sense of family, since she no longer had hers.
Kharak had briefly mentioned the Rani Tournament that he had been planning on holding soon. It would be where the other females of Khalsa would fight for higher ranks, with the most common being the Ranis fighting amongst each other to who would be First, Second, or the Third Rani. The three who owned those ranks would be considered the highest of the females, the ones that their Rajah would prefer to have litters with since he would consider them his own instead of bastard like he did with his current offspring. The whole possibility of her getting someone’s undivided attention thrilled her the most out of all the other benefits. She had very little experience with fighting to the combat part, which was her main worry. It was highly likely that the other female contenders would be bigger and stronger than her but she had to do whatever she can to reach the top. However, if she ended up losing in the end, Demetria knew that she would be able to accept it because there was always a next time.
Today seemed to be the day that Kharak would start the tournament that he spoke of as Demetria heard him call out to all of the females of Khalsa. Without any hesitation, the Rani got up and made her way out of the cave she had found shelter in the previous night. It wasn’t a long walk to the location where her blue eyes saw the large male and two other females. The two she wolves appeared to already be pledging their participation and the event and the monochromed female made her way to where they were located. The adrenaline in her body made the Arctic mix want to rush to the crowd but she reminded herself that she knew better. Once the Rani took her place among the group, she took a step forward before saying her pledge. “I’d wish to fight as well, Rajah.”
Life in the desert had been an adjustment for the young female… it had not been a bad experience thus far, but with her sensitivity to the harshness of the desert sun, even in the winter, it had been something to get accustomed to… but she persevered. She had adapted by avoiding the openness of the sands during the sun’s highest times and doing most of her movement before sunrise or after sunset… but during every time in the middle she was most likely to be found in the shades of the caves and what little vegetation she could find that provided any kind of relief from the sun’s rays. Other than that, Amytis had found that she rather enjoyed life here in Khalsa… she had missed her family initially and even though she had not met any other members of her new pack, aside from Kharak, she found that she was rather content. Spending a lot of her time alone the last few months in Kairos and then in the weeks when she first left seemed to have prepared her for it, but today she felt a change in the winds. Today she would prove her worth to the gargantuan that had given her a new sense of purpose in life.
The young female’s ears pricked at the sound of her Rajah’s call to them, today would be the start of the tournaments… while she had been sparring her entire young life in Kairos to battle birds of prey of giant proportions, she never would have thought that she would be here instead… still in a desert, but in an entirely different one where her opponents would be fellow canines instead of aviary creatures. She left the small den she had dug out for herself that previous night and stretched her limbs, jaws parting in a wide yawn when she stood and shook out her pure white pelt. The Rajah had gone over what the tournaments would be and what their purpose was in Khalsa, and she had eagerly agreed to participate and prove herself to the king of these lands. She quickly pinpointed where Kharak’s call had come from and started off at an eager trot, her tail waving gently behind her as she went.
Soon she reached the gathering of wolves, mainly other females heeding the call of their Rajah, but amongst those gathering she caught sight of another male with blood red eyes… he seemed to look her over, judging her movement as she approached the main gathering of females, and she couldn’t help but straighten her posture and walk with all the confidence she could muster. She saw Kharak standing at the forefront of the crowd, two females already standing before him and a third stepping forward as she reached the edge, ‘I’d wish to fight as well, Rajah.’ So the declarations were being made. Amytis did not stop at the initial edge of the crowd but rather stepped forward, her front paws on line with the other three females and while she kept her tail low behind her, she looked up toward the large male, a flash of confidence sweeping over her as she brought her gaze to his chin, careful to keep herself submissive to him and him alone, “Rajah, I will gladly fight for the honor to stand at your side.” she said, her tone even and enunciating every word carefully with a dip of her crown at the end. This was it, she had spoken her pledge to bring the large wolf honor and earn her place beside him through these battles… she would show him and the rest of Khalsa that she was worthy of the opportunity he had graciously given her. In a small way, she would also be proving to Kairos and her father, especially her spineless father, just how worthy of the title of warrior she was.
Kharak watched and waited for the contenders to come and declare themselves for the cause. He knew of a couple for sure that would toss their name into the ring, but the fact that four females showed up for the spectacle made his chest swell. Both pride and excitement filled his heart to bursting as he watched all of his hard work come together. Some of these females had been a part of Khalsa for longer than they should have been without being tested and some like the albino female were brand new to this life. Yet each of them chose to come here and pledge their lives in the fight for the position by his side. All of the work culminated to this moment and soon it would all come to a head. Once the battles were over he would finally have his queens and then the celebration would commence. A spectacle like Khalsa had never seen would take over the desert as the entire pack came together to welcome the Ranis to their thrones.
It was easy for Kharak himself to be excited for this was the catalyst that would jumpstart the grand start of his empire. He hoped that of the females who won in this tournament he would be able to get healthy strong heirs out of them. He was also eager for the comradery that would come from having a queen or queens to rule by his side. "I a honored that you are all willing to pledge yourself to this tournament. The fact that there are so many of you is honoring to the gods. After this tournament is over each of you will have a new standing within the pack. Victory will bring you the rank of a Rani. Death will bring you favor in the after life. The blood you shed today is like a promise of loyalty and valor to me, your Rajah. I wish each of you the best of luck. Since none of you decided to name a specific adversary in the fights I shall assign you a rival. Once the fight is complete you will be given time to rest and tend to your wounds. A second fight will commence between the victors of the first fight and the losers of the first fight to determine rank. Whomever comes in first will be given the duty of ruling over all Ranis. Though these ranks are not permanent. You may choose to issue a challenge at any time to gain a higher rank. The first fights will be Jadis versus Daenerys and Demetria versus Amytis."
With those words spoken Kharak stood back to give each of the contenders room. The desert was large enough for them to each fight without the two fights overlapping. The sand would also soak up all of the spilled blood. Kharak could barely contain himself knowing that by the end of the day he would have the queens he had waited so long for. He was also very curious to know who would prove to be the strongest amongst them.
OOC: The queens can fight however you like, whether it is dirty or honorable. For each fight feel free to create a separate fight thread for judging and the spectators will continue to post in this thread. Remember Khalsa is meant to be a place where treachery and betrayal is prevalent so keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
The large brown brute had patrolled the borders of Khalsa’s territory one more time before the tournament that he knew would happen that day. He wanted to make sure there would be no interruptions, especially since their main priority for the day would be to protect the queens as they battled for their rank alongside the Rajah. Beowulf was excited knowing that they finally had enough females to fight… it had been a long time coming and now they would please the Gods with the blood that would spill on the desert sands for them. The red-eyed brute smiled at the thought… the pack would be blessed and all would be well, the only thing that somewhat worried the brute was the fact that he still did not know if any of the wolves of Khalsa had any knowledge of healing… there was the basics like keeping a wound clean and avoiding too much strenuous activity, thankfully there were enough Dasa in the pack to do all the hunting for the Ranis while they recovered from their battles that day… but he prayed that someone knew what plants could be used to fight infections.
It was strange to the male that he would concern himself with the well being of others, particularly for females that he knew he would never be able to have, but he figured it was because he innately knew that one of those females would birth the Rajah's heir… the future of Khalsa. The brute nodded slightly to himself as if in reassurance that that was the reason he cared so much about whether or not the females would get the care they needed after their battles. As he made his way back toward the main area of the desert he heard Kharak’s call over the sands and he picked up his pace to a quick trot. Soon he came upon the gathering, just in time to hear his Rajah pair off the queens. He looked over the four females that had stepped up to fight for their places beside Kharak. He only recognized one out of the four, Jadis, and he dipped his head only slightly in her direction before walking up to sit next to, but slightly behind, the Rajah as the females began to pair off and fight their first battles. “A fine day for the tournament, Kharak. The Gods must be pleased.” he said softly as the fights began. The red-eyed male was there to observe the fights and give his opinion to his Rajah as each fight came to an end… Beowulf knew that ultimately the call would be made by Kharak, but it was intriguing to the red-eyed male to see the skills that these warrior queens possessed, the strength that they showed and their will to have a place at Kharak’s side.
He was most curious about the pale coated, pink eyed female… he had never before seen a coloration quite like hers, and he almost wished that she did not belong solely to Kharak but he also knew that the Rajah needed only the most worthy of females to carry on his legacy… she seemed young, but so did the monochrome female she had been paired up with for the first fight. Beowulf watched intently as the pairs of wolves fought, noting how Jadis bowed out of the tournament at the start… not a good look for sure in the eyes of the Rajah, but that was not his place to make that sort of call… he would make sure to talk to her again later, he also wanted to introduce himself to the rest of the Ranis… after all, as Kharak’s Srhaada one of his jobs was to make sure that the Ranis were safe and happy. He could do it without knowing them, but he felt the job would be best done, particularly without any Shaandya to be solely in charge of their protection, if he had the Ranis’ trust in him and the best way to gain one’s trust was to get to know them and let them get to know you… and that was exactly what the red-eyed Srhaada intended to do.
tagged|| @kharak, Daenerys, Jadis, @demetria, Amytis word count|| 698 notes|| Just popping him in as an observer for the tournament since he's Kharak's first Srhaada. :3 Ria P.
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6 yrs .x. Mackenzie Valley .x. Male .x. Single .x. Khalsa Srhaada
Rosalind It was Kharak’s booming voice that drew the cream coloured female from her slumber but it was his words that caused her to open her eyes, today was the day of the Rani tournaments. A day both admired and feared. It was today that the titles of First, Second and Third Rani would be given to the fighting queens and even a day that Ganika such as herself could fight to become a Rani. AHowever it was hard for a Ganika for if they lost, they would remain in service to the whole pack but if they won, the title of Rani was their’s and it was then that female’s children would now be seen as legitimate, not just the bastard children of a promiscuous king but true heirs to a kingdom. Rosalind held no love for Kharak beyond a basic respect she gave because of his influence on the pack but being a Rani would ensure that no male could ever touch her, but that was not what Rosalind wanted either.... she did not mind servicing the males and while there was some she wished to avoid she would never consider giving up her position. Her heart was the only free thing she had, it was up to her and her alone to decide which male she gave the honour to.
There was only a few contenders but one had already claimed a mate and she was not willing to risk the ire of that particular female. It was clear that she would not share what she viewed as “hers” and while Rosalind itched to rub her relationship with the brute in that females face, she knew better than to pick a fight, she’d only be punished for misconduct and the female wasn’t worth that. The other few had not yet arrived but as Rosalind watched females gather and pledge their alliagance to Kharak she gave them a nod of acceptance. The courtesan would never claim to hold more importance than the Queens but she knew that the one a male shared his heart with was often the woman he shared his bed with. Some even said that the person was not his wife.
It did not take long before Beowulf arrived on the scene and Rosalind briefly overheard the male mention how the gods may be smiling upon the day. Rosalind took this as her cue to approach and while she keep her posture low she still met the eye of every single one of the fighting queens. Those wishing for a mate to be devoted to them completely would not do well here in Khalsa. Females were required to share the males, but as a Ganika Rosalind did not have to limit herself to just one male. She was quite content to be the bed warmer of every male in the pack if that’s what it took for these proud females to realise one thing, That they were just like her, with a fancier name.
“ Rajah, Schaada, The Rani’s do look promising and I do love a good fight” Rosalind mused from her spot on a rock, laying down to observe the fights as she finished speaking, making it clear that she did not intend to challenge for the right to be called a Rani.
[attr="class","wintersirenText1"]There was once a time in Siren's life when she might have wanted to compete for such a thing, just to get out of her position that she hated so much. Sleeping with one monster was better than to sleep with any monster that wanted to force their ways upon her. The young wolf heard of the challenge being brought by the Rajah himself. She had very little interest in the whole thing, but was curious to see which wolves would be the female leads of the pack. It was also interesting to her to see there were actually females that wanted to fight for a chance to be something special in his eyes. Siren thought of her own children, the ones that Kharak had sired. They were not respected by their own father, so how was he going to know anything about being a good one to his so-called "heirs"? Of her children, she knew Galadriel was reaching out to him, but she was ignored. Luckily, it was very apparent who her true father was - Kalique and he was the best thing she could ask for. Aragorn was her only remaining son form the pairing with the Rajah, and he was no longer living in Khalsa. It had been months since she had smelled his scent.
She moved towards the large crowd of wolves. The Rajah had already given out the names of the fighters, and each started their own trials against one another. Blue eyes watched with little to no interest. But she did notice the females were all very different from one another. Beautiful creatures wanted to risk their own lives for Kharak? Such a shame, a pity really. She was so glad she did not have to compete with any other female for the heart of her beloved Kalique. She was his and he was her whole world. She stayed away from the leader, especially after seeing Red Eyes seated beside him. Despicable. Her hated from the male with red eyes was stronger than any other she had seen in the pack. Even Kharak did not taint her stomach like Beowulf had. Of them, one of the most interesting females was the Albino. She had never seen one in their lands before, but she knew what it was. She had heard of it before. The chocolate female looked promising. She was sure that the pair would make beautiful babies that Kharak would neglect and prove to Siren that he was a terrible father. The white wolf with the large solid stripe down her back had beautiful eyes, a definite plus if they were passed down to her young. And the final female looked as though she had the most angst of them all. She had small areas of black on her, and the way the she was fighting the largest made Siren gain a certain respect for her. She stayed to the outskirts, away from Kharak and his troupe of idiots.
The larger female had made her final move as she used her weight to push Demetria further into the ground, causing the sand to cake her open wounds. The small pebbles that were mixed throughout the grainy substance dug into her exposed tissue and muscles in her leg and shoulder. The monochrome female tried her best to kick her away but it was no use. When she had went down, the Arctic mix that she could possibly hold on for a little longer. However, because she made up her plan in the heat of the moment, it backfired on her. Demetria had left her already injured next exposed and Daenerys took the opportunity to snap her jaws at it, landing a direct hit. The smaller canine wanted to scream out in pain since it was excruciating but she let out a growl instead. It was obvious to both of them that the fight was over and that the darker colored female had won. Demetria knew from the beginning of the fight that she was going to lose because of the injuries she had sustained from her previous battle but in the end, she was still proud of her valiant effort.
After a few moments laying down, the Khalsa Rani pushed herself up from the ground despite her body’s pleas. There were a few more wolves that had shown up since she had last checked. Demetria had been too focused on fighting that she ignored everything outside of what she and her opponents were doing. Blue eyes slowly glanced over the wolves who had been late. There were two females and one male that had joined the group. The monochrome she-wolf didn’t recognize any of their faces but she was eager to get to meet them. The Arctic mix limped her back over to the canines that had been spectating the fights. She wanted to greet them all individually so that she could at least learn their names, but her body was too tired and in too much pain to keep moving around. Demetria took her place back up front where she had previously been and began to wait for Kharak to announce the winners. Since the ivory and ebony female had dropped out, there were only three participants left with three ranks to give so the standings were already known. However, none of it was official until their Rajah announced it.
The fights were over almost as soon as they started and Kharak wanted to howl his triumph. Each of the females had fought so valiantly, other than Jadis who had bowed out within the first round. Now his Rani's had a hierarchy and he could finally start building his foundation for Khalsa. After all no pack could thrive unless he had heirs to continue his work after he had died. Watching the females all fight for their place beside him had left him feeling tremendously proud. Each of these warrior queens had proven themselves on the battle ground and the blood they shed was a testament to their devotion. They belonged to him and he planned to raise Khalsa higher than any other pack on this continent. The world would belong to them someday and he was eager to get started. He was even more excited about the wolves who came out to support the tournament. Beowulf was no surprise as he joined in beside his leader. He had always been Kharak's second, having been with the pack since it's formation. Kalique was a close comrade as well, probably just as trusted as Beowulf for his loyal service to Khalsa. He was absent however, but it did not bother the leader so much. At least that is what he thought until he saw Siren slinking forth.
A bitter taste filled his mouth when he looked her over, the manipulative bitch having turned Kalique against him. At least for the moment before he had come back to sanity. Rosalind was also amongst the spectators as well, her voice and countenance respectful as always. He noticed the way she looked at Beowulf the way most females did. They loved his tongue, or sometimes his dick. Kharak didn't mind much knowing that his females were well cared for in his Srhaada's care. As the females returned from their fights he noticed that many had injuries that would need tending. Considering they didn't have a designated healer he would have to make sure that none of them sickened from the injuries. "The females fought valiantly and now it is time for us to celebrate as a pack! Spring is upon us so let us look to our future. Congratulations to Daenerys, my first Rani, Demetria, my second Rani, and Amytis, my third Rani. They have earned their positions to rule by my side and brought glory to the gods."
[attr="class","pltxt"]she walks. she talks.she thinks.
The fight had ended before Amytis felt like she had really had the chance to do much… but when she looked back at the other young female and noticed the wounds that she would be carrying into her next battle, the albino female could not help but feel a bit of pride. This was her first true battle, not a simple spar where blood was not shed… but an actual battle, and Amytis thought that she did rather well. She had been looking forward to her next fight, despite the blood that she could feel slowly dripping down the side of her neck, but with the 4th female fighting for rank having bowed out before she had even started in her first battle, the pink-eyed female took a sitting position near the area in front of Kharak where the Ranis had stepped forward to voice their wishes to fight for their places beside the handsome Rajah. She winced as she tried to turn her head to watch the final battle and decided to turn her whole body instead to ease the tension around her bleeding wound. She wanted to try to wash it off, to clean the wound before it had the chance to get dirty and possibly infected… but she knew better than to leave before the end of the tournament.
The second battle seemed to take even less time than her own against Demetria and she could not help but wonder if it had anything to do with the fact that the larger, dark-coated female was fighting without the hindrance of fresh wounds and already had an advantage with her weight. Either way, the fight was done and their official standings would be announced shortly. As the other two Ranis separated when their fight was called, Kharak began to speak. He mentioned they had all fought valiantly and that now was a time of celebration. Amytis could not help how her tail started wagging at the idea of celebrating the end of their tournaments… a sharp pain in her neck reminded her of her impending wounds though and as the rest of Khalsa began to disperse to begin the celebrations she looked over at Kharak and those that sat nearest to him. The brown and right brute closest to him with blood red eyes seemed to be looking in her direction with something akin to worry. Amytis simply dipped her head in his direction and stood to head toward the river to wash out her wounds and return as quickly as she could manage to partake in the feast and other celebrations… perhaps she had finally found her place in the world.
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Jaidah is one of the albinos on the site, a brand new character brought to life by a brand new player. It is interesting to see how such a pure looking being could be wrapped up in the angsty claws that is Irkalla! We will definitely be staying in-tune with this character to see just what heights Bird is able to take her!
We would like to offer a large thank you to several members that put significant work into the new design of the forum. Thank you to Zen for the work on images for the skin. Thank you to the stock providers for this skin: AdenarKaren on DeviantArt and Kalliysgraphy on Deviantart. We would also like to thank Tril and Bacon For work on the coding and a big thank you to
Nile for her work on the map and board images!