Chief Kakisa's POV----
The chief looked at Kiria whose head slept within the shadows of his own long dreads. His hair was quite actually what one would a different kind of pick from the rest. In terms of its colors. And indeed they were. Three infact. In the order, deep chocolate, bone white and an ash that spelt all but normal for this boy.
The chief although, had no more time to waste to contemplate on the uniqueness of this boy's hair rather he had to ensure that the proper proceedings if this ritual were followed to the dot. Although this was the point, there was a faint hope that lingered in his chest as he shook the boy faintly trying to see if he really hadn't fainted from shock. Or even worse... death.
"Boy wake up!" The chief said as he tried harder and harder to wake him up.
Although this was case-
"He's not dead, just unconscious...," an gentle masculine voice said as Kakisa's gaze quickly shifted towards the source if it with all signs of repect. One couldn't really puzzled as to whom else besides him had spoke, for only two people then again are allowed to more than think or breathe in the shrine. And that is the tribal king/chief or the tribal priest/priestess, "And a failure at that, tsk I really thought that this one could just like 'them' but I guess not all expectations are as valued as prayers, huh?"
The tribal priest said with a mix of pity and urgency in his voice as he then added, "Kakisa! Just discard him from the back entrance like all the other trash from before...," and Kakisa nodded accordingly as grabbed Kiria from the head by his long and beautiful dreads as he walked away slowly towards somewhere as he turned as sharp corner and stepped into the pathway if the shrine that quite possibly only a few had seen. That being him and priest.
Priest Rarak's POV----
After a while the heavy steps of the chief faded as the priest then took a sip of water from a wooden bowl that looked brand new yet carried the stories of a tens of olids. This was branded by the natural scent it produced as water either hot, cold or warm was poured into it. The chief shortly lifted his right arm and the candidates flinched at once and in unison. As if they could sense his movements as then saud with a grim look an his face.
"The ceremony will commence as soon as-"
Whoosh, boom!
But oh the tirrany, the truly unbearable tirrany of today simply could not be fathomed. Not for the priest but for the king.
Kakisa's POV----
The chief who had flung to the entrance of the shrine had steadied himself and breathed slowly but desperately as he looked on. Not to the sum of candidates that had been smashed as they caught in between the crossfire. But rather at the darkness of the hall that stretched further than his calm right now. Blood trickled down his head to his feet and the cemented sacred ground that he knelt on. His eyelids drooped but not closed shut as he focused all his strength and calm to first quickly assess what had happened to him. And then it slowly came back to him. An awful yet short memory.
We now see through the eyes of Kakisa as he slowly stomped through the dark hall that led to the back entrance of the shrine. He had no thoughts or emotions that filled him at the time. For he was simply moving like a machine with a simple instruction with no objecting thoughts or any ulterior feelings about this. For he was simply exhausted by all this as we finally hear just one thought surface in his mind. 'Atleast we'll be done with the failure of an event and then...,' he pondered on his thought as his gaze them completely goes dark as he takes in deep breathe before continuing, 'I can go home to my-'
"Hey."
"Huh?" The chief mused with a hum as his gaze then quickly shifted to his backside as he tried to see if there was anyone else with him. He looked up, down, left and then right but... there was simply no one else to be seen. Moreover, he could not feel anyone's heritage or spiritual presence nearby. So where, where dud that vouce come from? The chief however, just theb shrugged it off as a result of him bring here for too long and so his head and gaze snapped back to his front to continue on with his journey but...
What he saw, "What the...," truly puzzled him into a small sense of horror.
His hand moved before he could think as he then lifted up what should have been the head and body of the boy that he once faintly despised. But what he simply carried was no more than a huge lump of-
"Oi, mutt looking guy."
His dreaded...
"I asked you where the heck I am... you don't speak english?"
Goddamn beautiful hair.
And so he looked forward as his far and heightened gaze forcefully fell on what on he hoped hadn't lain before him. It was Kiria. Or was it? His eyes were red. Blood red. Mostly the only thing that Kakisa could see of thr little in this small dark space. And then unconsciously he said, "Just how did-"
Booom! As a thunderous explosion and monstrous shift in the view of his world ended his flashback as he pulled back to reality. In his variant forward gaze he could see the candidates that had got caught in the chaos and their either flattened dead or heavily injured bodies. His hearing was fuzzy and so he heard the priest say something as the candidates then bowed and exited as fast as they could. This... this infuriated him. Why? Why did all this have to happen in his period of rule, he thought as his teeth gritted harshly against each other. But oh my dear, this poor man couldn't get a break. Because just as the chief rushed to his side his gaze, his goddamn forsaken gaze fell on those eyes again. Those blood red eyes. That held a power... that only he felt like they rightfully belonged to.
Step, a faint step echoed from the darkness of the hall he had so freely been tossed out of. Like a rag as soon its done cleaning the dirty floor. And in this case, the dirty floor is the... hand of the boy who had just flung him away.
But what was even more strange was that... as the boy drew nearer to the entrance of the hall, more red spread throughout his body. They formed in the shape of weirdly patterned lines each forming on a specific part of his entire body.
As he got out, he looked around and with his hair in fact just freely hanging with no band to hold it together. And the chief then a shudder from his left side as he then looked at the priest whose gaze was more than completely fixed on the boy now. It was, "Y-you how did you... obtain those... markings," the priest said with a gulp in his throat at the end of the statement.
With a gaze of pure horror, but who blame someone as knowledgeable as him... for he knew that what stood before him... was a true monster of this tribe. It beginning and entire culture. Its epithelial reputation that endlessly burned.
This was a monster....
"Shhhh-it. Shit Kakisa. We're... definitely screwed now huh?"
A monster from the Medayn Era.