« Last post by Gossamer on February 26, 2015, 02:36:08 PM »
"...Mah Tarab Foy'Aa Bwa'bwa...Movashj!" Hlotua Bwa'bwa, she who was clan unto herself, finished with a hiss and her audience seemed to sway away from her clawed hands, like reeds billowing in the wind. Dokktch loved these stories of faraway adventures and curious beings, but now a strong hand clamped down on her vision and her small head was pulled towards the warm bossom of Rio'Okfoy, she who had birthed her, her chest heaving as she joined her clansmen, echoing a warning that was part of her name. "Rio! Rio! Rio! Rio!" The bellows of the Star Fist Clan rang out underneath the domed sky, bathed in shadow save for the moonlit beam that highlighted the ghostly features of Hlotua Bwa'bwa as she danced around, savoring the attention, grabbing fistfuls of sand and flinging it into the air. Up on the mound, Atouk and Shaa'Tchok, the male and female alphas pounded their fists on their chests in tempo with the cries, joined by their beta entourages in a display of power and strength, professing defiance and resistance against the unknown, against fear, against death. It went on for some time, the chant was a bonding, and almost like a feast in atmosphere. But all things must pass and as everyone slowly settled, another sleep passed.
Dokktch was awoken that day by the tappings of "Toofi", her youngest brother and closest to her age. True to his name, he was eager to begin yet another day with play. Amused, he pinched her and swiftly raced off, pausing a distance away to see if his kin would follow. A look around showed her mother chewing something, a tasty morsel before beginning the day might not hurt. Toofi had probably already eaten anyways. A ways off, she spotted her two other siblings, Gaw and Nak'Ahm Sisu joined in conversation with Ndhame, Atouk's second in command. Probably concerning something boring, like always. As reassurance, Dokktch's gaze lifted to see Atouk sitting on the mound, beneath the sea of stars from whence he was named, and Shaa'Tchok by the wet stone, lapping her fill, violently showing her entourage away until properly sated. Best not to try and meet their gaze, but still, all was well with the world. Now to begin her day!