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It was no hard time for them since their survival skills markedly improved. These days were not tough like the first few days, all they needed to do was finding foods and keep moving, until they were tried then they rested. Strangely enough, they find no clue of the huntresses.
From the port they were heading south, hoping to find the mountain range and scale through it back to their home. At first they went though a jungle. It’s atmosphere was familiar, thick tickets teeming with occasional birds chirping and perpetual rattling of the upper folliages. Fortunately, lions don’t sweat through their skin but through their mouth, so their armors kept them warm in this cold moist air but not get them wet and sticky.
Their foods were collected along the way, everything edible was taken, mostly wild berries. Hunting big games was not in their mind, they didn’t know enough about hunting except small games ,chicken and birds was sure be their prey. With padded paws they could quietly prowl near their target and hunt with their spears. The success rate was low though.
“I prefered this kind of living than being slave to the females” Sakda told his friends. A random chat emerge from time to time, as the result of their bordom and to keep them sane in the middle of no where “Being like this every day is challenging, and funny, maybe”
Arthid chuckled “Are we going like this till we get home, this is fine, up to you”
One late afternoon few days from the port, still, they were surrounded by trees with no signs of other habitable place for the night to come “I guess tonight we need to sleep under a tree again” said Sakda. He didn’t noticed he was walking on obscure pavements , hidden by layers of dry leaves accumulated over a long time “But wait aren’t we walking over some kind of path? there was few trees all along this line” He use the butt of his spear uncovering what’s beneat. It was definitely pavements of stone “Another old road I guess, we should come along and see for ourselves” He said.
Hema thoughtfully said “There must be something this road leads to, I mean, some more information to added to our research”
“We’re anthropologist, we study from the creature itself not an archeological object, if we need more details why don’t we go back and ask the females” Arhid mocked him. They all laughed
“Good one Arthid, Hema also has a grilfriend there” Said Sakda making his gaze at Hema and raised his eye brow.
Hema felt warmess all over his face, he avoid Sakda’s gaze “Stop it!” his voice was low almost whispering. He was very shy about that.
“Guess who also has a sister there” Arthid said in low tone.
“You also, stop it!” Sakda blurted “Alright we will go along this path, so we can move faster”
Not long after, they found an abandoned complexes, Their design was like building in Majjarapura, Implying they might be built around the same age. The structure was deserted and damaged like the one in the city. There was not much for them to get there since there was no inhabitant. At least, this would be a good place to rest over the night to come.
They set camp there, Arthid was in charge for the camp like usual. Sakda excused his friend to explore around the complex while there was still lights “I will go examining around those buildings, will tell you if I find something interesting. Have some food done for me, since I will be very hungry when I’m back” He walked around, There was not much to see except some rubbles and worn-out structure.
Something had caught his attention, there was an obscure room with elevated floor and a structure like a large rectangular stone table at the middle of the room. coming closer he find that it was not a table, but an altar, very much like the one he saw at The Cathedral where he’d been confined. There was inscription along the edge. Strangely, the altar surface was smooth not eroded like other structure, even the fine inscriptions were almost in perfect condition. The letters, though, were random dots scattered all along the surface.
The letter was unable to read with his eye. He had a feeling he knew them before but why he couldn’t read them? he remembered somehow he need to use his fingers, so he touched the surface mildly with his finger pads and started moving along the line. Suddenly his memory became clear, these letters weren’t meant to be read by eyes but by touch. He’d had learnt to read these back in Argos, though he wondered whether he could still read them. It was universal letters for the blind but later it was applied to be used in completely dark environment and also for night creature.
Sakda gently run his fingers along the inscription, with the right pressure and speed, the the random dots began to make sense. He could perceived letters then words and sentences. Who ever make this must intended it to be readable also in the dark.
He took his time reading along and tried to grasp it’s meaning. The inscription was quite hard to understand since is was written in ancient and poetic manner; however, the more he read the clearer what the text was about and it disturbed him immensely.
It said about the ritual of sacrificing a lion.
...his spirit is broken, his maleness will be ripped, his blood will be shred on this altar, upon which their essence will also be bestowed. Any female who drinks his blood and essence will forever have power over all males...
Is this the twisted ritual around here? He thought, this concept of females dominating over males must be seeping agroud those lioness for ages, and this is one ritual an unlucky lion must come across and end his life, just to satisfie their thirst for power, so repugnant!
Sakda walked back to the camp with low headed and distasted face, he kept thinking the text he’d read; would it happened to them if they don’t get out? would it ever happened that some lions had disgracefully died in this manner?
It was so obvious that his friend had to call him over when he arrived and asked “Are you alright Sakda, you seemed fine not long ago, but what is this, look at how dull you are. What’s going on?” Hema asked him.
While they’re having dinner Sakda told them what he’d read, the food did lift his spirit up a bit and he hadn’t felt as bad as before. They spent entire evening discussing this new information they’d found. Hema recorded everythind. The female had told them nothing about the sacrifice, they just tell them about breeding. They wondered if this ritual was still practiced among the lioness of Majjarapura. Anyway, they didn’t wanted to be taken back there, because there was an possibility that they would be sacrificed.
“Don’t let them take us back, we need to stay vigilance and protect ourselves” Sakda concluded
That night they found a safe place to sleep with sturdy walls by their sides and back. They slept with their armour on and spears lying next to them, expecting a fight any time. Also, They took turned on guard with one lion lying and watching around as other lions were sleeping.
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Chapter 4 - Free Spirit
Plate 6 The InscriptionIt was no hard time for them since their survival skills markedly improved. These days were not tough like the first few days, all they needed to do was finding foods and keep moving, until they were tried then they rested. Strangely enough, they find no clue of the huntresses.
From the port they were heading south, hoping to find the mountain range and scale through it back to their home. At first they went though a jungle. It’s atmosphere was familiar, thick tickets teeming with occasional birds chirping and perpetual rattling of the upper folliages. Fortunately, lions don’t sweat through their skin but through their mouth, so their armors kept them warm in this cold moist air but not get them wet and sticky.
Their foods were collected along the way, everything edible was taken, mostly wild berries. Hunting big games was not in their mind, they didn’t know enough about hunting except small games ,chicken and birds was sure be their prey. With padded paws they could quietly prowl near their target and hunt with their spears. The success rate was low though.
“I prefered this kind of living than being slave to the females” Sakda told his friends. A random chat emerge from time to time, as the result of their bordom and to keep them sane in the middle of no where “Being like this every day is challenging, and funny, maybe”
Arthid chuckled “Are we going like this till we get home, this is fine, up to you”
One late afternoon few days from the port, still, they were surrounded by trees with no signs of other habitable place for the night to come “I guess tonight we need to sleep under a tree again” said Sakda. He didn’t noticed he was walking on obscure pavements , hidden by layers of dry leaves accumulated over a long time “But wait aren’t we walking over some kind of path? there was few trees all along this line” He use the butt of his spear uncovering what’s beneat. It was definitely pavements of stone “Another old road I guess, we should come along and see for ourselves” He said.
Hema thoughtfully said “There must be something this road leads to, I mean, some more information to added to our research”
“We’re anthropologist, we study from the creature itself not an archeological object, if we need more details why don’t we go back and ask the females” Arhid mocked him. They all laughed
“Good one Arthid, Hema also has a grilfriend there” Said Sakda making his gaze at Hema and raised his eye brow.
Hema felt warmess all over his face, he avoid Sakda’s gaze “Stop it!” his voice was low almost whispering. He was very shy about that.
“Guess who also has a sister there” Arthid said in low tone.
“You also, stop it!” Sakda blurted “Alright we will go along this path, so we can move faster”
Not long after, they found an abandoned complexes, Their design was like building in Majjarapura, Implying they might be built around the same age. The structure was deserted and damaged like the one in the city. There was not much for them to get there since there was no inhabitant. At least, this would be a good place to rest over the night to come.
They set camp there, Arthid was in charge for the camp like usual. Sakda excused his friend to explore around the complex while there was still lights “I will go examining around those buildings, will tell you if I find something interesting. Have some food done for me, since I will be very hungry when I’m back” He walked around, There was not much to see except some rubbles and worn-out structure.
Something had caught his attention, there was an obscure room with elevated floor and a structure like a large rectangular stone table at the middle of the room. coming closer he find that it was not a table, but an altar, very much like the one he saw at The Cathedral where he’d been confined. There was inscription along the edge. Strangely, the altar surface was smooth not eroded like other structure, even the fine inscriptions were almost in perfect condition. The letters, though, were random dots scattered all along the surface.
The letter was unable to read with his eye. He had a feeling he knew them before but why he couldn’t read them? he remembered somehow he need to use his fingers, so he touched the surface mildly with his finger pads and started moving along the line. Suddenly his memory became clear, these letters weren’t meant to be read by eyes but by touch. He’d had learnt to read these back in Argos, though he wondered whether he could still read them. It was universal letters for the blind but later it was applied to be used in completely dark environment and also for night creature.
Sakda gently run his fingers along the inscription, with the right pressure and speed, the the random dots began to make sense. He could perceived letters then words and sentences. Who ever make this must intended it to be readable also in the dark.
He took his time reading along and tried to grasp it’s meaning. The inscription was quite hard to understand since is was written in ancient and poetic manner; however, the more he read the clearer what the text was about and it disturbed him immensely.
It said about the ritual of sacrificing a lion.
...his spirit is broken, his maleness will be ripped, his blood will be shred on this altar, upon which their essence will also be bestowed. Any female who drinks his blood and essence will forever have power over all males...
Is this the twisted ritual around here? He thought, this concept of females dominating over males must be seeping agroud those lioness for ages, and this is one ritual an unlucky lion must come across and end his life, just to satisfie their thirst for power, so repugnant!
Sakda walked back to the camp with low headed and distasted face, he kept thinking the text he’d read; would it happened to them if they don’t get out? would it ever happened that some lions had disgracefully died in this manner?
It was so obvious that his friend had to call him over when he arrived and asked “Are you alright Sakda, you seemed fine not long ago, but what is this, look at how dull you are. What’s going on?” Hema asked him.
While they’re having dinner Sakda told them what he’d read, the food did lift his spirit up a bit and he hadn’t felt as bad as before. They spent entire evening discussing this new information they’d found. Hema recorded everythind. The female had told them nothing about the sacrifice, they just tell them about breeding. They wondered if this ritual was still practiced among the lioness of Majjarapura. Anyway, they didn’t wanted to be taken back there, because there was an possibility that they would be sacrificed.
“Don’t let them take us back, we need to stay vigilance and protect ourselves” Sakda concluded
That night they found a safe place to sleep with sturdy walls by their sides and back. They slept with their armour on and spears lying next to them, expecting a fight any time. Also, They took turned on guard with one lion lying and watching around as other lions were sleeping.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Muscle
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