Kuval Pride

==Predominant Figures==
*Ely'Ve 'Monarch' Kuval
*Xyl'En 'Hollowfang' Kuval
*Tak'Nei 'Seer' Kuval
*Master of the Sands
*The Pariah
*Ze'Ris Kuval
===Living Members===
*Tyr'Ve 'Monarch' Kuval
*Kor'Ju 'Hollowfang' Kuval
*Az'Nei 'Elder' Kuval
*Juss'Ve 'Princess' Kuval
*Dyr'Ju 'Prince' Kuval
*Cae'Nyn 'Speaker' Kuval
*Bri'Nyn 'Cub' Kuval
*Vy'Ae 'Elder' Kuval
*Koa'Ae 'Cub' Kuval
*Kal'Ris 'Heme' Kuval
*Zal'Qun 'Heme' Kuval
*Vel'Fyr 'Weaver' Kuval
*Kaz'Fyr 'Muun' Kuval
*Ze'Fyr 'Cub' Kuval
*Sen'Nu 'Weaver' Kuval
*Xy'Nu 'Softpaw' Kuval
====Deceased Members====
*Lae'Ju 'Elder' Kuval
*Xyl'En 'Hollowfang' Kuval
*Roi'Myn 'Speaker' Kuval
*Syr'Myn 'Heme' Kuval
*Ely'Ve 'Monarch' Kuval
*Tae'Ve 'Princess' Kuval
*Jul'Ris 'Elder' Kuval
*Cai'Ju 'Weaver' Kuval
*Val'Ae 'Elder' Kuval
*Bal'Fyr 'Heme' Kuval
*Tak'Nei 'Seer' Kuval
*Yu'Nei 'Cub' Kuval
*Ky'Nu 'Heme' Kuval
*Ja'Qun 'Speaker' Kuval
=====Exiled Members=====
*Syn'En Kuval
*Kyr'Ae Kuval
*Ar'Nei Kuval
*Ze'Ris Kuval
==Culture==
*Associated Races
**Leonine
**Santerians
*Governmental Structure: Hereditary Monarchy
*Religious Structure: Spiritualistic Polytheism
*Economic Structure: Bartering
*Technological Level: Neolithic
*Military Strength: Minimal
*Country of Origin: Shofaxton
*Territories Occupied
**Lurmane
**Western Altura Desert
===Designated Roles===
Beginning at the age of twenty-five, members of the Kuval Pride are given a distinctive role that is interchangeable based on numerous factors. Such as their lineage, age, physical and or mental aptitude as well as the necessities required of the tribe. These given roles act as affixed titles and provide a distinction in how a member is to be interacted with based on the role provided to them.
*Monarch: The primary leader of the tribe appointed only to eligible females, governs acquired territories and executes decisions.
*Princess: Given only to female descendants of a previously anointed Monarch, oversees the production and gathering within a single territory.
*Prince: Given only to male descendants of a previously anointed Monarch, oversees the production and training within a single territory.
*Hollowfang: The secondary leader of the tribe appointed only to eligible males, governs the expansion of territories and training measures.
*Seer: The primary advisor of the tribe, acts as an augur and governs spiritualistic proceedings.
*Speaker: The secondary advisor of the tribe, oversees the implementation of all decisions as well as provides spiritualistic guidance and training.
*Elder: Given only to those innately gifted with spiritualistic abilities, provides medicinal services and communicates with the Santerians.
*Heme: All male members of the tribe are considered a part of this role, which provides protection services for all members of the tribe.
*Weaver: Primarily given to females of the tribe that are able to create clothing, tools and weaponry for the tribe to utilize.
====Miscellaneous Roles====
Young members of the Kuval Pride are given an affixation to their name that they are addressed by. Initially being referred to as a "Cub" until the age of fifteen, where they are then given a unique temporary title bestowed by the current reigning Monarch until they are old enough for a designated role. They are still expected to perform the same, if not more duties than that of a Cub as well as provide guidance to them and monitor their wellbeing.
*Cub: A member of the Kuval is considered a cub from the age of seven and up to the age of fifteen, all are expected to assist the other roles when necessary, in addition to doing mundane tasks for the village.
=====Roles for Santerians=====
The Santerian are an abnormally large species of beetles located throughout the Altura Desert and are described to be extremely hostile to intruders that encroach on their territories. Typically burrowing their nests near long forgotten structures and numerous rocky dwellings scattered across the dunes, these creatures make for fierce opponents and even more formidable mounts if properly trained.
*Lusian: Given to previously anointed Chargers, these are the primary mount for honored members of the Kuval Pride and are distinguished with markings made from various pigments that are rubbed onto their carapaces. Typically, their riding gear is created with the finest materials and have mythical properties associated with them.
*Charger: Given to a Santerian that is specifically bred to endure harsh punishments expected in combat, the primary mount for the Heme and has had its ability to fly artificially stunted upon hatching. Chargers are typically outfitted over its durable carapace in an additional layer of plating constructed out of bones to offer further protection to the creature.
*Avian: Given to a Santerian that is specifically bred with a much smaller and lighter carapace than its Charger counterpart, these beetles are used to monitor the perimeter of territories and to track the migration patterns of prey to effectively hunt throughout Altura. Due to their smaller size, they are unfit to be utilized as a riding mount but are outfitted with small packs that can transport emergency supplies further distances in a shorter amount of time.
*Sumpter: Given to a Santerian that demonstrates physical qualities that make it suitable for transporting large quantities of materials. Seldomly ever utilized as a riding mount and is conditioned to fly short distances while burdening weight.
==Notable Events==
*The hamlet of Lurmane founded in the year 49,507 in the Altura Desert.
*Tak'Nei is accepted into the Kuval Pride in the year 49,515.
*The ceremonious ritual, Hymn to the Sands is created to strengthen the connection to the Greymane in the year 49,521.
*The sacrifice of Xyl'En occurs in the year 49,523.
*The first Leonine is exiled from the Kuval Pride in 49,525.
*The Kuval Pride become subjects to The Master of the Sands in the year 49,536.
==Overall History==
The Kuval Pride is a Leonine tribe located in the arid northwestern region of Shofaxton which is encompassed by the desert of Altura and has been established in the territory of Lurmane for approximately a century. Originally founded by a small group of nomadic Leonine, their pride-leaders which took on the respected titles of Monarch and Hollowfang. Built out of the harsh conditions of the desert with the domestication of Santerians, allowed the Kuval to become a ferociously resilient tribe and have strategically kept their borders vacant by force to extend the longevity of vital resources to sustain their people. As time passed, it had been speculated that the Kuval were responsible for the disappearances occurring throughout Altura, as caravans and even expeditions of archaeologists had ventured into the desolate dunes never to be heard from again. Throughout the history of the pride, seldomly has a member traversed beyond the desert of their own accord as seeing other parts of Clondach was not of any importance to their survival. Being natural hunters and foragers of materials to create protective gear and weaponry, a majority of the Kuval's armament was reliant on the instinctive combat capability of their best warriors which are designated as apart of The Heme. These roles were assigned to the most capable Leonine of the pride to ensure the safety of the tribe as it began to grow from the dwindling members it had started with and as the perilous conditions of the surroundings were a persistent threat, the need for other roles became more apparent. The first amongst these roles inducted was The Elder which was given to those with an innate mythical connection to what is referred to the Leonine as the Greymane, where it is believed the source of their abilities is derived from and is attested to being the explanation as to how the Kuval Pride managed to survive. Shortly after the first Elders were selected, a mysterious Leonine wandered into Lurmane seeking refuge from the desert and spoke of prophecies involving the Kuval Pride that had already occurred and were foretold to happen.
===The Arrival of the Seer===
Upon their arrival, the Kuval were initially apprehensive of accepting an outsider into their pride as doing so could jeopardize the livelihood of the entire tribe. However, Ely'Ve and the Elders saw the potential of accepting this mysterious Leonine in exchange for furthering their understanding of the connection to the Greymane and to bolster their numbers to seem more imposing to other outsiders. With the acceptance of their newest tribemate Tak'Nei, the pride began to experience exponential growth of their territory and the formidability amongst their Heme increased over the following years with the guidance of this previously considered outsider of a Leonine. The few utterances of celestial involvement aiding in the prophecies Tak'Nei proclaimed which came to fruition, brought upon the founding of a highly coveted role being appointed to them which was that of The Seer. Whose duties were to oversee the prosperity of the Kuval Pride and to ensure that the Elders continued to expand on their connection to the Greymane through different ritualistic means. One of these rituals being the Hymn to the Sands, which was created to signify the coming of age for Leonine and to offer spiritualistic guidance into what pivotal role they would take on for their tribe by connecting those who weren't innately gifted to the Greymane temporarily. Garnering the devotion of the Kuval for their prolific assistance, Tak'Nei became a highly revered member of the pride with nearly surpassing the authority of the leaders. Feeling threatened by the possibility of having their position usurped, Xyl'En confronted the Seer at the pinnacle of their influence and pried into the intentions of the Leonine. Amused by such a facile remark, Tak'Nei entertained the statement by prophesizing that the Hollowfang would befall of their own callous behavior and ruefully alluded that it was too late to prevent what had been foreseen. Disgruntled by the Seer, Xyl'En aggressively approached Tak'Nei and attempted to maim them for their indiscretion when abruptly Elders of the Kuval that were present had to magically intervene by putting the Hollowfang into a catatonic lull.
====The Sacrificial Lion====
After the violent event unfolded, Tak'Nei and the Elders tethered Xyl'En to one of their Sumpters and hastily retreated into the frigid dunes on the southwestern outskirts of Altura where a cobbled structure jutted out of the sands. As the iridescence of the moon casted a lunar gleam onto the surface of the structure, an abnormally large creature stood in the shadowed canopy of the entrance. Having illuminated green eyes being the only feature visible while the darkness of the structure seemed to be manipulated as it peered at the band of approaching Leonine. With a sense of discomfort emitting from the Elders, the Seer approached the figure and spoke in a calming dialect not understood by the others before gesturing to them subtly to begin lowering steadily as Tak'Nei began to kneel. Not noticing the gesture, one of the Elders, Lae'Ju stood petrified as they lingered their gaze into the structure as they had been visibly shaken. Releasing a faint whimper that appeared to pierce the deafening silence of the still night, the creature's emotionless stare swept over the Leonine before suddenly the green eyes exponentially multiplied to display twelve distinctive pupils that radiated a greenish hue across the coarsened sand from the enveloped darkness. Before another sound could be released, a gust of wind pummeled the area ferociously over the heads of the knelt Leonine as the once standing Elder had disappeared entirely with the only remnants being the fading pawprints embedded into the sand. A deepened albeit calming voice began to bellow out of the structure in that same foreign language, promptly Tak'Nei stood and addressed the remaining two Elders, Jul'Ris and Val'Ae to retrieve their chieftain in a sardonic way. Hoisting Xyl'En onto a wicker gurney, the Elders cautiously followed the Seer towards the structure where they barely witnessed the dissipation of the creature resembling billowing smoke which unobstructed the interior of the ruins to flood with moonlight as they approached. Descending carefully into the darkness, the only guidance being the reverbing of the stoned flooring from the footfalls of Tak'Nei and the plinking of a dense substance that echoed periodically throughout the surrounding abyss. Entirely stripped of their sense of direction, they traversed into the depths of the structure until stumbling upon a shimmer of red faintly visible in the distance that silhouetted the Seer from the perspective of the Elders as they had begun to approach the entrance of a buried chamber as the pressure in the air considerably increased. Breaching the entryway, Tak'Nei beckoned for the following Elders as the vastness of the cavern became more apparent with spouts of magma lighting the area where at the center resided a large stone table that had illegible markings etched into its surface. Positioning the gurney beside the table, the Seer dragged their claw across the surface of the ancient masonry which resonated a wailing noise that reverbed off of the nearby pillars which began to pulsate in a golden hue from the sound.
Binding Xyl'En to the table, Tak'Nei and the Elders knelt on particularly large sigils carved into the flooring. The chamber beginning to fill with steam as the Seer led in a cadence in that foreign language again which the others proceeded to copy. Jul'Ris felt a sense of discomfort that could be discerned from their tone as they chanted, proceeding to shift in place over the marking as the steam darkened overhead while Xyl'En was tormented in silent agony witnessing an apparition form above them. Their gaze unwilling to falter as the creature from the entrance began to form floating above the table, taking on a more physical appearance that defined their characteristics as being a grotesque humanoid figure unlike anything the Leonine had seen before. Its skin tone consisting of a deepened shade of purple with teal markings painted across its muscular body that appeared to emit light as it continued to manifest out of the steam. The chanting echoed loudly as the sloshing of lava could be heard from either side of the cavern as two other entities emerged from the fiery depths, vaguely resembling the first manifested individual that was unconscious while suspended in the air mere feet above the table. However, one was void of color and had a blackened aurora surrounding their presence as they hovered with particles of a black substance dripping from their feet onto the sandstone below but not leaving any residue on the stone. While the other was an amalgamation of sand that swirled violently, disrupting the steam it had pierced through as it maneuvered effortlessly through the air until it too hovered in place as the chanting settled down to a soft murmuring. A bloodcurdling roar erupted from the center of the area as Xyl'En was forcefully lifted upward from the stone chiseled table, suspended in the air and facing the hunched over purple toned individual and unable to move anything but their eyes frantically as a sinister chuckle could be heard behind them that was followed by the last words the Hollowfang would ever hear. "Praise be to the return of our true king, our master."
=====The Royal Exile=====
Nearly two years after the mysterious disappearance of Xyl'En and the Elder Lae'Ju, unbeknownst of the actual events unfolding being withheld from the other members of the Kuval Pride. Has brought about the speculation that the Hollowfang had abandoned their responsibility of the tribe in an attempt to live a fulfilled life free of such obligations with the Elder. This inevitably led to the only heir to the title once they became of age, Prince Syn'En to be harshly incriminated against for the transgression of their fathers' callous actions. Not being the biological kin of the Monarch Ely'Ve, the barely adolescent Leonine was stripped of their royal title and soon after had to live squalidly whilst the Elders communed with the Seer to determine what must come of this. For such a possibly treacherous figure to remain a part of the tribe into adulthood could pose as a threat to the strength the Kuval prided themselves of and would not be a risk it was willing to make. Upon the twelfth birthday of Syn'En, Tak'Nei approached the youngling and guided them throughout the village of Lurmane to have a discussion while onlookers of the Pride murmured to themselves while giving enamored gazes to the Seer as if the young Leonine hadn't been in their presence. Striding along the compacted sandy pathways that comprised of the topography of Lurmane, they approached the longhouse which was erected in the northernmost area of Lurmane between two mountains of sand that created the characteristics similar to a shallow longitudinal valley. Standing outside of the cracked clayed structure stood two weathered fully cladded members of the Heme, who were safeguarding the entrance of the building while remaining vigilant of the surrounding area. Suddenly in an authoritative manner, one of the armed guardsmen stated, "She has been awaiting your arrival, my prophet." Before gesturing towards the entryway as both members of the Heme glanced downward at Syn'En with a disapprobatory expression as both Tak'Nei and Syn'En bypassed them and entered the structure. Numerous pivotal members of the Kuval Pride were knelt across from one another between an elongated table that was chiseled from sandstone as Ely'Ve slowly arose with the presence of the Seer, gesturing open handedly for Syn'En to kneel at the end of the table while Tak'Nei approached the head of the table beside the Monarch. Peering around the room nervously, the young Leonine began to utter a questioning remark before snippily being cut off by Tak'Nei that commanded for their silence as Ely'Ve emitted a faint sigh as the other members in the room sat up from their positions before beginning to speak in a mournful tone.
"Syn'En, at one point I saw you as one of my own, but your father decided to abandon everything we had worked tirelessly on for years to make a safe haven for our people. Unfortunately, those actions taken by him have inadvertently affected you because such actions do not depict what we have envisioned the Kuval to become. We require warriors, we require strong-willed individuals and most importantly we demand respectable leaders that understand what is required of them to fulfill the necessities for all of us to survive in this wasteland. As you know young one, we have established ourselves to have the ability to not only stand alone with the strength of many but to stand together with the strength of an army. That army requires a leader that we believe you cannot garner the respect of and with that we must determine what may befall your future, as we have observed you closely over the course of fifteen lunar cycles. We have come to the conclusion that you are unfit for any role that may be of benefit for the longevity of the Kuval, Syn'En. By the next full moon, you must retrieve what little you possess and venture forth into Altura to be trialed by the sands, never to return to these sacred grounds. Do you understand cub?"
Visibly distraught by this conversation directed towards them, Syn'En sat there with their head lowered hovering over the table as droplets of moisture clashed onto its surface as the words burrowed into their consciousness. Shaking their head petulantly before whisking the trails of water away from their mane with their furred forearm, the young Leonine lifted their face slowly and began to respond in a wavering manner as they remained knelt at the end of the sandstone slab. "P-please reconsider mot.." When abruptly Syn'En was interrupted by an empowered voice that was plaintive in its undertone from the head of the table by Ely'Ve. "Enough! Take your leave child and do not disrespect me further with your insolence. It has been decided." Gesturing with her hand for Tak'Nei to escort them out of the longhouse as the other present members around the table proceeded to bow their heads as the Seer approached Syn'En, one final breaking plea resonated throughout the structure before Tak'Nei placed the palm of their hand on the forehead of the young Leonine. A faint blue light emitted from the contact point before putting Syn'En in a catatonic slumber. Awakening several hours later under the shade of a towering baobab tree, with the sun beginning to set beyond the horizon as they were laid on the outskirts of Lurmane which was bustling with tribal members preparing for the evening. Syn'En firmly clutched onto their belongings and wept into the cracked leather rucksack silently as thoughts of what may face them in the coming days heavily loomed over as the sun fell below the rolling dunes out in the distance.
======The Master======
"It is time my disciples, come we must venture forth to the temple before the moon is engulfed in darkness." A gravelly voice called out into the canopy of the triangular structure that was pristinely held together with finely woven twine and blanketed in a silken cover that was tightly latticed and expanded upward which had been erected in the southwestern region of Lurmane. Stepping outside, three heavily obscured Leonine proceeded to travel into the bleak desert under the shroud of the night. Shortly after their departure, a member of the Heme; Syr'Myn approached the tent while conducting one of their patrols with the interest of seeking medicinal aid for a minor wound they had received. Discovering the structure had been desolate, they encountered the trail of six pawprints heading southwest leading towards the outskirts of Lurmane and into the Altura Desert. Perplexed by this, Syr'Myn proceeded to navigate into the desert by following the markings embedded into the coarse sand that faintly emitted heat from its surface. Gazing up periodically to notice the moon slowly becoming eclipsed by a hungering dark veil, they eventually stumbled across a cobbled structure where the pawprints ended abruptly at its entrance they had not seen before despite routinely conducting patrols in this region of Altura. Feeling mystified, Syr'Myn attempted to ignite their bundled kindling while the wind whisked away the igniting embers preventing it to be lit. Becoming initially apprehensive, they surefootedly passed the chiseled threshold whilst firmly grasping onto the hilt of their ivory blade that dangled on their leather belt. "Elders?.. Seer are you down there?" Quietly reverbing off of the sand encrusted walls as Syr'Myn waited for any response or sound, the only being the whispering from the winds outside as the moon became further enveloped in shadow which caused the subtle light to diminish further. Beginning to traverse downward into the depths of the structure, the sound of a dense liquid clashing onto the stone flooring below was the only emittance of sound in the abyss. Eventually, the leather cladded Leonine made their way far enough that a faint shimmering of red casted its light onto the surface of the stairwell ahead of them. In the far distance of the expansively descending corridor, Syr'Myn heard the clamoring of distorted voices that made a steady cadence that was impossible to discern what was being said and only grew in volume as they approached the opening to a large chamber deeply buried in the desert that was unlike anything Syr'Myn had witnessed before. Awestruck by the spigots of lava pouring from the walls that created molten motes along the outer edges as the cavern that circled outwardly with massive pillars supporting the ceiling, when they noticed three robed individuals knelt on various sigils with an ornated stone slab placed between them. Partially obstructed by an overturned sarcophagus, Syr'Myn observed cautiously at the ritualistic display as the chanting resonated within the area as the marbled columns began to glow in an iridescent golden hue just below their expertly embellished capitals. Hearing the incantations soften gradually, it was in a dialect unbeknown to the Heme as steam protruded out of the vastness of the chamber causing the pressure in the air to considerably increase. The lava gurgling on both sides as it became disturbed, two entities emerging from the fiery depths. One consisted of a swirling amalgamation of coarsened debris in the shape of a body whilst the other was a darkened silhouette of a humanoid figure that was void of any color and notable physical characteristics.
A sense of dread lingered overbearingly against the forefront of Syr'Myn's mind as he bared witness to such a mythical spectacle, tightening their grip onto the hilt of their weapon as one of the obscured individuals slowly arose with their arms outwardly. Tilting their head back, the shroud of their robe slipping off of their head revealing their facial features that immediately Syr'Myn recognized to be the revered prophet; Tak'Nei. The two hovering entities lingered above the center of the table as strands of vibrant light sloshed through the air from the pillars and became tethered to them, as a third entity of purple flesh began to manifest on the table that had peculiar characteristics. Slowly stepping out of the concealment of the ornately crafted casket, Syr'Myn loosened their grip on their sheathed weapon as they approached the center of the cavern. Uttering sheepishly "What sorcery is this my Seer?" Abruptly Tak'Nei's gaze snapped to the location of the verbal disruption, the Leonine's eyes shifting a multitude of colors that glowed as they began to speak in an aggressively polyphonic manner with the only recognizable voice being that of the actual Seer. "You shouldn't be here yet, Hollowed one." Suddenly the remaining two robed individuals arose from their positions, doffing their hoods to reveal that one was the Elder Jul'Ris and the other was the father to Syr'Myn, Speaker Roi'Myn. Their irises dilated considerably while they were rapidly changing between a darkened pallet between each flicker of their eyelids, a piercing, soulless gaze observing Syr'Myn as the two spiritual Leonine hunched forward in a combative stance. Taking on a more defensive approach, the soldier drew their ivory blade hastily whilst pleading boisterously as the tip of their sword glimmered the reflecting light surrounding them. "Please father! Answer me, what are you all doing. What is th.." Before Syr'Myn could finish their sentence, in the instance of a blink both the Elder and Speaker had vanished into the density of the steam that billowed along the stone flooring while a sweltering heat radiated in the room. Feeling vulnerable, the Heme swiped their offhand in front of them in an effort to disperse some of the residual vapor to provide better visibility. Upon doing so, the scuffling of swift motions clattered around as teeth embedded into the forearm of Syr'Myn. Puncturing the leather vambraces with considerable ease and causing a surprised grimace of pain to escape their lips before violently pushing their body forward into the bite to release the hold onto them and performed an evasive roll as they clutched their injured arm close to their body while scanning the fog. Their vision pulsating with every frantic heartbeat as pattering of blood echoed around the room. Calling out in desperation as Syr'Myn stifled back tears, "It's me! Your son, your protector. Hear my pleas and stop this madne.." Abruptly both of the possessed Leonine breached the edge of the steam, coming from opposite directions with the tip of their claws screeching across the masonry with Roi'Myn's mane being drenched in a crimson hue with defined droplets dripped from their mouth. Noticing the advancing aggressors, the Heme roared ferociously as they dug their heels into the stone and fiercely gripped the hilt of their weapon so forcefully that the bone began to splinter in the palm of their hand. Simultaneously, the Speaker and the Elder lunged towards the warrior at full speed, sending a cloud of debris into the air.
"S...Son?.." Was all that could be uttered after the commotion subsided, the rushing of blood plinked onto the ground as the steam dissipated slowly to reveal that Roi'Myn had been pierced with the blade through the upper abdomen whilst the Elder was dangling inches above the floor by the throat as Syr'Myn stood there with blood profusely seeping through their armor. One final gasp of air escaped from the Speaker as their body slumped over, the grip tightening on Jul'Ris's neck with claws embedded into the tender flesh. The appendages of the Elder frantically swinging momentarily before loosely dropping to their sides where Syr'Myn effortlessly tossed aside the several hundred pound Leonine. Clambering over the bodies and gravely wounded, they managed to muster the ability to speak in an assertive manner as they applied pressure against their body with their arms. "What have you done?" Struggling to stand but continuously advancing towards the slab in the center of the chamber with a feral gaze fixated on Tak'Nei and the unresponsive body that was sprawled across the stone table that had a darkened shade of purple for skin and teal markings scattered across its muscular body. Entering the sanctum within the three sigils, the disturbance of liquid from behind them was concealed over the exerted scream directed towards the two figures. "Answer me damnit!" Loudly exclaimed the tattered soldier before numerous tendrils of red liquid penetrated through the back of them causing a surprised gurgling for air before exiting out of the front and twirled towards the slab as the Seer continued to speak in a polyphonic way "I have saved you for last, my offering." The body of Syr'Myn contorted violently as it was drained of its essence, which seeped across various markings etched into the floor that circled the table and seemed to siphon directly into the humanoid that began to breathe shallowly before opening their eyes to reveal vibrant green eyes as Tak'Nei collapsed unexpectedly. After the ritual had concluded, a stillness remained in the air as Tak'Nei regained brief consciousness, hazily coming to realize the aftermath from the carnage that had occurred throughout the temple. The mysterious figure carried both the Seer and the critically wounded Elder out of the structure as the earth began to quake violently and the entrance proceeded to submerge beneath the sand as the luminescence of the moon returned to bask against the bare skin of the humanoid. Navigating through the perilous desert slowly until arriving to the outskirts of Lurmane where they laid down Tak'Nei and Jul'Ris before their skin began to crumble away in piles of sand that was whisked away by the breeze. Noticing two abnormally clothed mounds out in the distance, a tribal member mounted on a Charger investigated cautiously until getting close enough to recognize the garb as fellow members of the Kuval. Once returned to the center of the village as the sun began to rise, the entirety of the Pride had came to the aid for their Seer and Elder. The Monarch observing the gathering within close proximity as the awakening Seer was bombarded with questions of what had occurred to cause such injuries and the whereabouts of the Speaker, Tak'Nei proclaimed shakily in response. 
"During the eclipse of the moon, Roi'Myn and his son worked in conjunction to usurp my position and harness the gift I honorably possess. They attempted to sacrifice me through blasphemous ritualistic means and their innate understanding of such practices leads me to believe they may have very well sacrificed our beloved Hollowfang many years ago! Thankfully, I had the loyalty of our esteemed Elder here to thwart off their attacks but when we thought it was the end.. Unlike anything I have ever witnessed before, a deity manifested itself and struck down our aggressors with a mighty vengeance. At first, I was mortified but soon came to understand this being was our salvation as it showed me visions of what is to come. Visions we have all been waiting for, to finally construct the bridge into the potential of the Greymane. It announced itself to me as the Master of the Sands and has been observing our people since the conception of the tribe and believes we are worthy of devoting ourselves to it."
In unison, the members proudly cheered as they upreared both the Seer and Elder. Carrying them to their structure on the southwestern side of the village where innate cubs could tend to the wounds of Jul'Ris with the guidance of Tak'Nei. After many days, the Elder awoke from their comatose state and was greatly fatigued. Attempting to speak, faint rasps of air slipped out as a worried expression crossed their face as they were soothed by the cubs. The Seer being hailed to welcome their companion back from the brink of death, a sorrowful look was plastered on the face of Tak'Nei as they explained the fabricated events of what had happened and that the injuries sustained to the Elder have prevented them from being able to verbally communicate as it caused their trachea to collapse. Tears built up in the eyes of Jul'Ris as the words rang in their head, wearingly lifting their hand up to point at Tak'Nei as they knew of the events that had actually occurred but couldn't verbally testify against the Seer. As time had passed, the Seer had altered the memories of the Elder and prolonged the condition of them to never fully recover as they were delegated minimal tasks, typically being utilized as a medicinal practice tool for the Kuval until they inevitably became susceptible to their injuries after giving birth to a male Leonine in the year 49,541.
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