Kogna saw the shock in the eyes of the three lords. He didn't see this coming, he was preparing himself for some deadly action and not this. But he braced himself for the unexpected nonetheless.
The proud panther lord surprised face turned into a warm grin. Here is a good lad who respect and honor those above him. Lord Agna thought. He deemed it an honor.
Thus, with utmost abandone of a powerful man, a law, a Lord, and vice regent, Lord Agna lowered his gaurd and assume the dominant.
Chuckling, he placed his hand on the shoulders of the Alpha like a Borgia pope blessing his warrior prince.
The two panther lords; Pragna and Kanka, looked on with admiration couple of yards away on the left side of lord Agna.
They did misjudge the lad. He shall never be one of them, but he had earned their respect as a fellow man.
Lord Kanka, however was wiry of the mans unpredictable actions. As an enforcer I'm the clan, and a hunter of stray panthers, Kanka is here with the intention of crashing the growing power of this rebel.
Kanka could literally smell the fumes of an erupting volcano, pugnant in the vertically hollow space. Kanka knew he was marked by Nebulous.
As swift and savage like a tsunami, all that Agna could see of the Alpha was a phantom in motion.
His reflexes and articulated Spin positioned him right behind his target, and he made an insertion with the claw of his fore finger through the back of the left rib cage and pushed his hands inside, wrapping them firmly around the warm pulsating muscles of the cardiovascular system, then pulled with a spontaneous force.
A gasp thundered across every mouth in the hall, as the blood sprayed from behind the dying panther lord, who now had his mouth gaping and gushing blood without a tongue.
Kogna have already marked his man. The bullet went through the right ear of of Lord Pragna, and he held his throat Choking and cackling like a slaughtered turkey, every exhalation from him a perilous affair accompanied with the flow of more blood.
Within a few seconds, the grand hall turned into a slaughter house, cremated with the ethereal potent blood of two panther ancients. No one could move, all stood frozen and perplexed.
Pragna finally managed to coughed out the bullet cought in the trachia, and it came clattering on the hard rocky floor, going its separate way.
Nebulous didn't pool the trigger. But Kanka have a look in his eyes that shows he is prepared to go just as his brothers had gone.
He watched as the hybrid feasted on the still pumping bloody heart of lord Agna.
The panther males who did come as emissaries with these lords, trusting in their power, never expecting any threat from this wimp of a hybrid they heard about, had their fairy dark yellow eyes gleaming with terror, and something subtle.
Perhaps admiration. Nebulous thought.
The Alpha shoves the dead man off the bloody throne and sit on the sticky blood. Hence, the blood throne as it shall come to be named, marking a the birth of a new legend in panther folklore.
The melodies from the panther damsels as they qued thier way into the hall, rekindle the frozen minds of all present into a different form of spritual reality.
The long awaited retribution they've waited for in patients, for all their lifes, and of their mothers and grandmothers, who had suffered in the hands of this men, and exiled themselves into the bowels of the jungle;
A reconning that resurrect in their hearts, untapped emotions. And like the ocean waves, it came cascading, sweeping away sorrow in a melodious cry.
They formed two thick circles, the first one surrounding the Alpha on the throne, connecting to the second one engulfing every one else.
No body dare moves, for this maidens are at their most ferocious when they are in a ritual mode.
Stretching out his two bleeding wrest, the new arrival of maidens on the verge of turning, suckled from the left hand, while the veteran pantheresses nibble from the right.
The Alpha closed his eyes, a generous smile on his serene bloody face.
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Shilla heard the ritual cry at the palace. Whatever that was happening there must be something grand. She beamed.
No one told her about a sacrifice or celebration. Why did the Alpha asked her not to come with him? when there was to be a celebration?
He told her to arranged his shack to create a room for two. Her heart creeps at the thought of sharing a bed with him again.
Last night was magical because they both had a beautiful sleep. He didn't wake up the whole camp with his mad sleep.
She has to see what is going on at the harem, although her heart now jult at the idea of seing him with any of her sisters.
Shilla didn't understand these new feelings. It was never this way, but now it has become this way.
She broke into a trot and a run, shredding her clothes as her chin elongates and her mouth became full with elongating fangs, fur and whiskers, as she goes down on all four, bones snapping and twitching, as fur sprung to cover her body.
Her senses were so engrossed in turning that she didn't see the blow coming.
A boney club cloak her on the side of the head turning her vision blurry as she rolled on the rocky ground a couple of times before laying still, blood oozing from her raptured skull.