PraetoriteYominCarr
Jul 11th, 2001, 11:31:02 AM
"All the warships have entered hyperspace, Praetorite," the young warrior spoke proudly.
Yomin was bent over an obsidian idol of Yun-Yammka, the slayer. The undefined, jagged spire was meant to show that the great lord of war was a many faceted demon- smooth and glossy, but sharp and cutting. He ran a caloused finger along the jagged edge, to show the Slayer and the Creator that he preferred honor over well being. He pulled the finger away and lifted it to his eye, observing the clean cut fill with a thick, dark liquid. He tediously licked it, testing the flavor, and shortly after took up the loose flesh along the cut in his teeth. He reared his head, tearing a large piece of salty flesh off of his index.
The young man knew better to say any more to disrupt Lord Carr's pious trance, and he immediately bowed sharply and walked out backwards.
Smelling noone else but himself in the room, the Yuuzhan Vong began making strange passes over the idol with his hand. As blood oozed down from his finger, thick and black, to cover the hand, he began chanting in the Yuuzhan Vong language.
Blood slowly dripping onto the figure and running down it's sides, Yomin Carr's other hand rose from his side, to grip the idol. His other, already bloody hand grabbed teh side of the idol as well. Yomin's eyes rolled back into his head behind his eyebrows as a ripple of pleasure verberated through his body. He shook, slightly. Blood rushed to his hands, and out through his skin, as blood rose to meet the clean cuts all over his hands.
His chanting picking up in pace, he releived the idol of the deathly grip. Lifting his hands into the air above him, and rising to his feet, he began yelling the words. "Kanagga musato rhalor zhea! KANAGGA MUSATO RHALOR ZHEA!"
Two acolytes slowly marched in, each bearing a platter of salt. Parralel in noise and harshness, the three equally gave way to say the words softer, softer, and yet, softer. Until there was nothing. He silently placed each maliced hand in a platter of salt, and gritted his teeth as it soaked up his blood.
Yomin was bent over an obsidian idol of Yun-Yammka, the slayer. The undefined, jagged spire was meant to show that the great lord of war was a many faceted demon- smooth and glossy, but sharp and cutting. He ran a caloused finger along the jagged edge, to show the Slayer and the Creator that he preferred honor over well being. He pulled the finger away and lifted it to his eye, observing the clean cut fill with a thick, dark liquid. He tediously licked it, testing the flavor, and shortly after took up the loose flesh along the cut in his teeth. He reared his head, tearing a large piece of salty flesh off of his index.
The young man knew better to say any more to disrupt Lord Carr's pious trance, and he immediately bowed sharply and walked out backwards.
Smelling noone else but himself in the room, the Yuuzhan Vong began making strange passes over the idol with his hand. As blood oozed down from his finger, thick and black, to cover the hand, he began chanting in the Yuuzhan Vong language.
Blood slowly dripping onto the figure and running down it's sides, Yomin Carr's other hand rose from his side, to grip the idol. His other, already bloody hand grabbed teh side of the idol as well. Yomin's eyes rolled back into his head behind his eyebrows as a ripple of pleasure verberated through his body. He shook, slightly. Blood rushed to his hands, and out through his skin, as blood rose to meet the clean cuts all over his hands.
His chanting picking up in pace, he releived the idol of the deathly grip. Lifting his hands into the air above him, and rising to his feet, he began yelling the words. "Kanagga musato rhalor zhea! KANAGGA MUSATO RHALOR ZHEA!"
Two acolytes slowly marched in, each bearing a platter of salt. Parralel in noise and harshness, the three equally gave way to say the words softer, softer, and yet, softer. Until there was nothing. He silently placed each maliced hand in a platter of salt, and gritted his teeth as it soaked up his blood.