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03-05-2016, 12:41 PM
A blinding red light surrounded Oultik and the cub. It shielded them from the living guard who thought to seek out revenge for his twin who succumbed to the burns Oultik gave.
“Cuka. Tra reka ek kserr krakr. Druvm daosr bae kae vosark." Come. The life is still fresh. Drown death by my waters. A spirit belonging to one of the rubies in the red water called out to the broken stallion and the still child. “Crreksam rar em sra daav rad vosar. Arruv saork uk aeuir uvm su kemsra omd ksramssram sraka vosark. Tram kub kur mu rumsar kur sra cib krorr reqa.” Christen her in the deep red water. Allow tears of your own to mingle and strengthen these waters. Then sob for no longer for the cub shall live.
“A vrukeka basvaam aeui, sra cib, omd I ek koda rara. Tra vosark ora vesmakk. Omca kra vodak omd aeui roqa mokad rar crikr sraka sakk vesr aeuir ruuqak omd kvremdra sra rakoemk uk uma em rar kerks dremd omd aeui dremd sra usrar.” A promise between you, the cub, and I is made here. The waters are witness. Once she wakes and you have named her crush these gems with your hooves and sprinkle the remains of one in her first drink and you drink the other.
"Du srek um aqarae kuumrakk mesrs omd reka verr kerr sra reum'k rimsk. Is kiks ba ribeak kruk srek vosar sros ora ikad sruisr. A kemsra Nav kuum vesruis srek resior verr orruv sra braosr uk reka su raoqa rar umca kura. Haad kae vurdk!" Do this on every moonless night and life will fill the lion's lungs. It must be rubies from this water that are used though. It is to be a tribute to the merciful life gift. Should tribute not be made life given can be taken. Heed my words!
The spirit had no control over life or death. She knew the cub to only be unconscious and with a broken leg but in order for her life to continue in such luxury she needed those who knew of and offered her their thanks. Should her presence in the ruby pool be forgotten she would be lowered to looking after another rain puddle somewhere. The sprite had worked too hard for the permanent promotion to be demoted.
As the voice faded so did the light. Once it was gone neither the living guard nor the body of the other was in sight.
“Cuka. Tra reka ek kserr krakr. Druvm daosr bae kae vosark." Come. The life is still fresh. Drown death by my waters. A spirit belonging to one of the rubies in the red water called out to the broken stallion and the still child. “Crreksam rar em sra daav rad vosar. Arruv saork uk aeuir uvm su kemsra omd ksramssram sraka vosark. Tram kub kur mu rumsar kur sra cib krorr reqa.” Christen her in the deep red water. Allow tears of your own to mingle and strengthen these waters. Then sob for no longer for the cub shall live.
“A vrukeka basvaam aeui, sra cib, omd I ek koda rara. Tra vosark ora vesmakk. Omca kra vodak omd aeui roqa mokad rar crikr sraka sakk vesr aeuir ruuqak omd kvremdra sra rakoemk uk uma em rar kerks dremd omd aeui dremd sra usrar.” A promise between you, the cub, and I is made here. The waters are witness. Once she wakes and you have named her crush these gems with your hooves and sprinkle the remains of one in her first drink and you drink the other.
"Du srek um aqarae kuumrakk mesrs omd reka verr kerr sra reum'k rimsk. Is kiks ba ribeak kruk srek vosar sros ora ikad sruisr. A kemsra Nav kuum vesruis srek resior verr orruv sra braosr uk reka su raoqa rar umca kura. Haad kae vurdk!" Do this on every moonless night and life will fill the lion's lungs. It must be rubies from this water that are used though. It is to be a tribute to the merciful life gift. Should tribute not be made life given can be taken. Heed my words!
The spirit had no control over life or death. She knew the cub to only be unconscious and with a broken leg but in order for her life to continue in such luxury she needed those who knew of and offered her their thanks. Should her presence in the ruby pool be forgotten she would be lowered to looking after another rain puddle somewhere. The sprite had worked too hard for the permanent promotion to be demoted.
As the voice faded so did the light. Once it was gone neither the living guard nor the body of the other was in sight.
