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It was an early morning and Fang, a Thiryan male of eighteen sat under a tree trying to get some time away from his tribe. The Thiryans were a feline race of anthro leopards with the exception where some were born as panthers. Fang was one of the small numbers born as a panther. The issue with the tribe was due to Fang’s father arguing with another in the tribe.He wasn’t exactly deemed worthy by very many in the tribe. Fang was born a little weaker than most and was quite slim and thinner then others his age. Fang’s skill was not his strength but speed and cunning. Fang was a natural leader always seemingly knowing exactly what needed to be said and he had a natural talent for strategies also. His own down side was arrogance. He wasn’t too arrogant but was slightly prideful because his speed and smarts gave him an advantage in many a fight. Fang also didn’t really take much seriously either due to his arrogance. The tribe still thought he wasn’t ready for both leadership of the tribe and more importantly being the king of the Thiryan tribes. Fang’s father was the current King which was because of Fang’s grandfather, the legendary Tyren Jertic. The one who united the Thiryan tribes under his rule. Fang deeply wanted to live up to his grandfather’s reputation. From an early age he trained to use a spear his mother taught him simple shaman spells for survival and taught him the history of the tribes. Fang also listened to his grandfather’s lessons also. Fang stood up and he stretched out his body ‘I think I napped to long’ said Fang to himself.
Fang’s adopted brother and closest friend, a Nhirian male named Narin was waiting. Nhirians were a feline race of miniature anthro jaguars who stand the height of a four-year-old Thiryan. The Nhirians had a symbiotic relationship with all the other feline races. They lived in the tribes as tribesmen and it insured that they didn’t get killed off and they ensured that the tribes didn’t waist food. Narin sat on the log and he cleared his throat ‘father wants to see you’ said Narin.
Fang brushed that off ‘yeah, yeah I’ll be seeing him in a moment’ said Fang not taking Narin seriously.
Fang stretched out yet again and yawned and he planed on climbing the tree and relaxing in the branches but Narin had yet to go anywhere ‘ahem he’s waiting’ said Narin.
Fang almost was grumbling to himself as he walked off. Fang’s father approached and he came crossed his arms ‘Fang you’ll be hosting the moot’ said Fang’s father.
the that statement was almost as bad as a spear to the heart and he turned to his father ‘I was going to go hunting later’ said Fang.
Fang’s father laughed and gave a look and he had to accept this job. Fang walked off and he saw the warriors training and Fang decided to join in. the warriors created a simple obstacle to bypass that depended on their natural feline agility. Fang had to jump from hanging logs from one to the next and he was trying to get the whole idea of the moot from his mind. He knew he was better at that kind of stuff then his father, but he also was young, and the leaders of the other races were much older. He didn’t wish to be viewed as a cub nor treated like one. He wasn’t as muscular as all the others his age, but he was faster and much more agile, and he kept leaping between the logs quite easily and made it to the other side. A young cub no older then four wears of age raced over. Many of the younger cubs in the tribe admired Fang. Since the tribe was so close knit a mother didn’t even have to worry about their cubs with other adults. Fang smiled and he knelt down on the ground and picked the cub up and he was cuddled ‘hey Fang’ said the cub with a giggle.
Fang gave a smile ‘did you like me doing that?’ asked Fang in a kind less serious voice.
the cub who was a boy who admired Fang a lot kept cuddling Fang and from the purring he knew the boy let go of Fang and he was still quite cheery. The boy and his siblings were very well known to Fang as he befriended them all since, they followed him around frequently ‘you know you are getting so big. Pretty soon you won’t need to wear a diaper’ said Fang.
the exited gleam in the boy’s eyes was noticeable. He was more like Fang’s little brother than anything else. Thiryans traditionally were more ritualistic about a lot in their culture. Thyrian cubs learn potty-training at the age of five and they were considered adults at the age of fifteen and tend their first hunt at the age of ten.
Fang sat down on a log with the boy on his knee and the boy’s mother came over ‘Naren are you hassling Fang again?’ asked the boy’s mother.
Naren shook his head ‘no mommy’ said Naren.
Fang looked at Naren’s mother and he couldn’t help find it amusing ‘you just like being around me. Tell you what. I’ll make you my unofficial little brother’ said Fang.
Naren nodded and he then stopped ‘I peed!’ shouted Naren.
Fang laughed and stood up with Naren in his arms ‘well why don’t you go to your mother for a diaper change’ said Fang.
this was an agreeable idea and Naren was cheery about it ‘ok Fang’ said Naren.
the four year old was handed to his mother and he giggled ‘bye-bye Fang’ said Naren.
Fang noticed that Naren had helped by letting Fang forget his stress he had before. He looked across the tribe’s village back to his father remembering his duty that he had before he was distracted ‘right the moot’ said Fang to himself.
Fang wondered what the moot was going to be about, and he looked up. The giant trees formed a canopy of green above. The air was sweet in each breath and the wind was gentle. The day was perfect, and Fang knew it was why his father chose that afternoon, but he wanted to relax and get out of the duty. Fang did have a sense of curiosity that was also an issue he started thinking about the future and many other things, but the moot was his priority and he realised the area needed to be prepared for it.
Fang walked off to the area for the moot and the tribe was still setting up for it. They were using an overhead tree branch and ropes to move a large stone table into place. He helped on the rope and the table was lowered on the four stone legs carved down for the table ‘ok easy now’ said Fang.
the table finally rested on the legs and it was polished as the table was actually made from a large piece of quartz from a nearby mountain and had impurities with lines through it that looked like cracks but the cracks were actually lines of softly glowing Athyrium in its purest form. The stone was polished to a shine and Fang hoped that it was acceptable to the other races. The moot. Fang stretched out and felt good about the set up. The tribesmen moved in tree stumps for them to sit on and it was quite a decent set up. Fang took a rag of cloth and wiped the table to keep it polished and he looked down the table. It perfectly level so beverages could be served on the table. With the successful and finishing early Fang purred softly to himself as he was happy and proud of the arrangement as he oversaw the decoration ‘this is just as I pictured it in my head’ said Fang with a little excitement in his voice.
It was hard to deny it, but Fang enjoyed his responsibilities as the prince of the Thiryan tribes. He turned to the tribesmen who helped, and he approached each one and personally thanked them for their hard work and he turned to the table again ‘my father is going to be so proud of this accomplishment’ said Fang still a little excited and proud.
looming over the tribe was a massive ziggurat and Fang decided that he’d inform his father that they finished early and knew his father would be at the top of the ziggurat at this time of the day. He turned and scratched at the ropes first with an extended claw and he scratched through the rope and it was cut.
Fang turned and he walked off from the moot area and made his way to the ziggurat and he started climbing the steps higher and higher and he soon reached the top. He saw his father meeting with some chiefs of other nearby tribes who wished to voice local problems some being bandit attacks and other things. Fang’s father turned to Fang who was now standing there and he waved him over ‘I am sorry this is my son, Fang he’s my the eldest. Is there something you need?’ asked Fang’s father.
Fang stepped forward and he nodded ‘yes father. The area for the moot has just been finished. We’re ahead of schedule’ said Fang.
Fang’s father welcomed the news ‘well that is welcoming news. Our visitor was informing us that some left his tribe to join a group of bandits raiding Athyrium shipments between tribes. In fact, I will have some warriors sent from here to deal with the bandits. Perhaps they will fear the warrior, Kalyn. He is the second-best warrior we have and more than a match for bandits’ said Fang’s father.
the Chief of the visiting tribe approached Fang and his father showing quite a bit of respect for them both ‘I am thankful that you gave such attention to my tribe’s problems my King. It is nice to meet you Prince Fang’ said the visiting tribe chief.
Fang felt embarrassed, but he didn’t show it, so he simply showed his father’s guest respect ‘I hope that I am as well loved as my father and as wise as him myself’ said Fang.
Fang turned and Narin, a Nhirian male stood at the entrance. Nhirians were a feline race of anthro jaguars though adult Nhirians stood the exact same height as a four-year-old ‘Fang let’s see how you and your workers did on the moot area. I look forward to seeing it’ said Fang’s father.
Narin followed them down the steps as he happened to be his adoptive brother and they saw the view from the top of the pyramid, and he looked down. The ziggurat was massive in size and the trees were big enough that a single branch could hold small village on each branch and the ziggurat overlooked it all. Narin had grown up with Fang since the day he was found abandoned and adopted. He admired Fang who treated him like his brother and was his closest friend ‘Fang I really wanna see what your progress also’ said Narin as he was quite curious.
As they walked down the steps of the pyramid Narin glanced up at Fang ‘hey Fang? Uh, can you show me that trick again?’ asked Narin.
some more tribe chiefs arrived, and Fang’s father noticed them as they walked down the steps and approached to greet them ‘King Dhamil Vestara-Jertic. it is nice to meet you for a second time. I doubt you remember me I was a kitten no more than a year old when we first met and you yourself were probably six maybe seven at the time. I recently became chief of my tribe due to my father’s untimely death to an illness’ said the visiting chief.
Fang’s father ears folded back a little which expressed his emotion ‘I am sorry to of hear that, he was a good leader and no doubt a good father but you will have to excuse me I maybe the king of our people but I am also a Chief and I have some duties needing to be taken care of’ said Fang’s father.
Narin lowered his head and felt annoyed ‘great he’s talking politics... again’ said Narin.
the comment amused Fang and he stretched out ‘well I understand it. Remember I’m the next King’ said Fang letting his ego get the better of him.
Narin knew Fang was a little proud and he had a bit of an ego but never let it get out of control. Narin looked up at the sky and he leaned back with his arms propping him up ‘have you ever wondered what is beyond our borders. Not our borders but I mean Animal. Are there other places, landmasses or are we the only ones?’ asked Narin.
Fang was stumped by the question and he looked up at the sky himself ‘your serious? Well I never really gave it much thought in all honesty and it’s not like we can find out. The only bit of other land we know about is where the exiles live’ said Fang.
Narin laughed as he stretched out ‘yeah and only a fool would even try to go to exile island’ laughed Narin.
Fang led his father to the moot area, and he was quite impressed with it ‘the stone is clear quartz with lines of Athyrium through it. It was originally found in a boulder found by tribe Tarith further up the stream and they cracked it open finding the crystal inside it was massive, so I asked them to carve it down and polish it into a table top and the table legs’ said Fang.
the surrounding the moot area were standing stones like a stone henge and they were covered in common runes and the carvings were filled out with Athyrium which glowed softly in the shade ‘I assumed you’d finish by midday at best but its barely midmorning’ said Fang’s father.
Fang stretched his arms out ‘yeah it was credited to my workers. It was them who achieved this’ said Fang.
Fang’s father examined the table ‘the table is a little bigger then I expected. You may say your workers did this, but I believe you should take the credit for this one’ said Fang’s father.
Fang felt pride well up in his chest and he walked around the table making sure enough seats were present ‘Fang lets discuss the reasons for the moot. As you are aware there are new issues cropping up in the north. Indeed, the issues are that simple one or so I suspect. Trees in Animal’s north are vanishing. They’re being cut down. We also have sightings of exiles but its still a rumour. Now I must get back I have much to do’ said Fang’s father.
Fang’s father left and Fang turned to Narin and stood up ‘so what’s this I hear about you and one of the members of Klud’s trading group. What her name, Numr?’ asked Fang.
Narin paused as he was a little embarrassed but snapped out of it ‘Numr? Well she’s very beautiful and she is lovely and one of my people’ said Narin.
Fang laughed and he put his hand on Narin’s back ‘aww is my little brother in love’ laughed Fang.
Narin stood up and he had a serious look on his face ‘this is why I never tell you this stuff’ scoffed Narin.
what made it funny was that Narin looked more like a pouting cub by the way he was acting ‘Narin I was only joking’ said Fang.
Narin got angry with what Fang said ‘a joke means making someone else laugh. I was not laughing. You keep doing it. Because my people stand the height of one of your people’s four-year-old you still treat me like a cub’ said Narin.
Fang looked at Narin and he let out a sigh ‘I don’t think of you as a cub. Your seventeen now you have the right to find someone to love. I laugh because I don’t have the luxury. The very moment I was born my father had arranged my breeding with the daughter of a tribe chief. technically by our laws as made by my grandfather, the legendary Tyren Vestara-Jertic himself… a month after we were born my father put me through the ritual bonding. By our laws I am forbidden to take a female and make her my first life-mate’ said Fang.
Narin sat down and he looked back up to the sky and pondered about how he could change the conversation.
Narin climbed up on the seat and leaned forward and looked at Fang ‘so did you hear about that? Trees have been going missing at the northern edge of Animala. I mean before your father even mentioned it?’ asked Narin.
Fang glanced at Narin ‘I’ve heard about that. I assumed it was those Ariun sea folk. Some say it’s the exiles but it’s probably just some people from another region who have been stealing trees for wood. It’s not that there’s much proof since it’s in the dead of night. But my father said it was exiles so I don’t know what to believe though many have sworn they have seen the crimson cloth markers of the exiles’ said Fang
Narin stood up and someone else entered the moot area. The stranger stopped in front of Fang ‘I am Nyra’ said the stranger.
the name was one that Fang knew very well and he stood up right away ‘greetings, Nyra’ said Fang.
Nyra had a presents to her that Fang could feel since she was the one who he had an arranged breeding to ‘welcome to the tribe. You’re in time the moot area has been finished’ said Fang.
Nyra looked around and she was quite agreeable ‘Fang its that day promised so many years ago’ said Nyra.
Fang stepped forward ‘right its that day also. I kind of don’t know what I should do’ said Fang.
Nyra crossed her arms ‘you better not be trying to worm your way out of this? We were promised to each other’ said Nyra.
Fang let out a sigh ‘no. I’m not trying to get out of this’ said Fang.
Nyra relaxed a little ‘then when should we do this’ said Nyra.
Fang took a deep breath ‘know what. Why don’t we just do this right now’ said Fang.
Narin left and Fang pushed Nyra to a standing stone. He then took Nyra as his mate right there at the moot area.
After mating Fang was laying in a pile of grass with Nyra. They had just finished, and the breeze blew gently through the trees. Nyra was purring as she had her head on Fang’s chest ‘thank you’ said Nyra.
Fang was himself happy in that very moment and he looked at Nyra ‘I hope no one ruins this moment’ said Fang.
as they were there Fang’s father along with Nyra’s father approached and saw them both laying naked in the leaves ‘Nyra and Fang! Gods you couldn’t wait? Ok you two go put something on’ said Fang’s father. Nyra covered her privates ‘dad go away. you’re ruining the moment’ said Nyra
this made Fang cover himself also and his ears folded back. Both fathers turned their backs and Fang and Nyra quickly put their loincloths on and they grabbed their stuff ‘right now you two have an important job which is related to the moot preparation’ said Fang’s father.
Fang and Nyra both agreed and they both smelt of each other ‘I smell of your seed’ said Nyra. Fang laughed and he felt embarrassed a little ‘yeah I think us taking each six times may have been uh a bit of a problem’ said Fang.
Nyra laughed ‘well I was in heat we couldn’t help it. Now what is this peroration’ said Nyra rubbing the fur on the back of her head ‘food obviously’ said Fang’s father.
Fang’s ears picked up ‘food? What foods are required?’ asked Fang.
Fang’s gave a look, and he gave them a look ‘well many will be herbivores. I payed Klud and his merchant group to bring in plants that herbivores prefer to eat’ said Fang’s father.
Fang nodded ‘ok is he still here?’ asked Fang.
Fang’s father crossed his arms ‘he is waiting for you to unload the food’ said Fang’s father.
Fang and Nyra walked off and Klud’s caravan were moved to the moot area. Klud was a Lyaren, an anthro race of rabbits. Klud climbed off his carriage and handed Fang a basket ‘this is the greens herbivores like to eat’ said Klud.
Fang opened the basket and saw it was full of vegetables and leaves ‘gorse your kind actually eat this?’ asked Fang.
Klud took a leaf from the basket and he then ate it ‘this is quality food don’t waist it’ said Klud.
Fang carried the basket back to the moot area with Nyra carrying another basket ‘ten baskets should be right?’ asked Nyra.
Fang nodded and he placed the basket down ‘yeah I think so but Klud will ask for a relic from those who came before as payment’ said Fang.
Klud came over with another basket with an Akaryian warrior named Atlus. The warrior was a caravan guard and a Kalik male who also was a caravan guard. Kalik were a race of insects. Most resemble anthro ants though their queens resemble an anthro butterfly. The Kalik make was named Irak ‘ok this is four of our baskets so six more to go’ said Klud.
Fang looked at the baskets which was as high as his chest. Fang made his way back to the carriage and he picked up another basket and he lifted it off the back ‘ok let’s get this basket to the moot area’ said Fang.
the baskets were brought back to the moot area and after a bit of time all ten were accounted for. This is enough’ said Fang as he stretched out.
Nyra nodded in agreement and she sat on a seat at the table ‘well where is my payment?’ asked Klud.
Fang reached a sack his father left and pulled a polished steel helmet from the sack ‘here an ancient helmet’ said Fang.
Klud held it up ‘ahh yes. The ancient humans made many such items before going extinct. A pleasure as always’ said Klud.
Klud left and Fang let out a sigh ‘finally we can get some rest from carrying heavy baskets’ said Fang.
the representatives from the other races were now arriving and Fang felt apprehension about this, but he knew he had a duty. The representatives came to the moot area and each one was impressed with the work ‘I welcome you all in the name of tribe Vestara and the Thiryan people. I assume you know why we are all here and the troubles in the north and the rumours we keep hearing’ said Fang.
the representatives all gathered around the table. The table was excessively big by a little ‘agreed we all heard the rumours but how are we sure its not one of you pulling one over us?’ said the Tynaren representative, Aruun.
the Tynaren were an anthro race of tigers and the Fenral representative, Damil, who’s race resembled anthro an fox slammed his hand on the table ‘how do know it wasn’t your tribes! I don’t see how it can’t be so farfetched. You tigers have always been arrogant to us and calling us thieves!’ shouted representative Damil
representative Aruun slammed his own hand on the table ‘what your language, Fox. Your kind are thieves. And calling us a racist term like tiger is just like you’ said Aruun.
Fang stood up as the representatives all argued like bickering children and he shouted something in ancient Thiryan ‘Do’mahs! All of you keep suspecting each other. You need to stop and think about why you came to the moot in the first place’ said Fang.
Representative Aruun agreed and he looked around ‘he is right. He maybe younger but he has a point. We’re idiots if we don’t look to each other and figure this shit out’ said representative Aruun.
Fang looked around ‘I can see that your all tired from your journeys so I will suggest that we take a break and rest. Then we shall convene the moot again when our tempers have cooled’ said Fang.
Fang stepped away from the table as the other races set up camps and extended his claws and scratched at the bark of the tree repeatedly in frustration leaving deep claw marks in the bark. Nyra approached and she put her arms around him ‘Fang… I never seen like this’ said Nyra.
Fang put his hand on the tree and his extended claws were scratching at the bark ‘they’re so arrogant and suspicious of each other and too proud for their own good. Gods why?! I just don’t get how they can say the stuff they said’ said Fang
Nyra kept her arms around Fang and she did what she could to sooth them. He turned and the representatives of the other races attended their camps. It was the first situation that he had no idea how to fix with his words. A Urseran warrior approached ‘I am Baenor and I agree with you. With what happened as the moot talked’ said Baenor.
Fang nodded, and Fang let out a sigh ‘I think we should go back to the moot soon when people clear their heads’ said Fang.
an Akaryian warrior walked over ‘I am Torin and I also agree with you’ said the warrior.
Fang welcomed Torin and Baenor and he looked around ‘then why don’t you stand beside me when I talk to the moot. You know your peoples more then I so you maybe what I need’ said Fang.
the four walked back to the moot area and seeing him return the other representatives returned ‘look I understand that you have suspicions. Granted you have histories. I respect this and so I want to further the goal of the moot to something more. A formal alliance or a united power. As such I wish to try to bring us together so think about our future generations who would be free of hate and anger to other races’ said Fang.
the Lyrian representative Yrik stepped forward. He like all Lyrians was an anthro lizard and he had his own one-year old son in his arms with his life-mate ‘I hate to say it but when we walked off, I picked my son up whom I brought with me. I then realised Fang is right. We can’t argue. Tell me that you don’t think of your own young? Their opinions of what they will think when they look back on this day and all they know is that we argued and whoever is responsible conquered us all’ said Representative Yrik
the other representatives all turned to Fang and found truth in what he was saying and they pledged themselves to Fang’s idea of a united Animala bound together by unbreakable alliances.
A large banner was rolled out on the table and Fang took a bowl of dye and a simple stick which had a point sharpened so it could be used as a pen ‘this seemed very easy’ said Nyra.
Fang looked over to Nyra and he agreed ‘each want to do right by their people I think we reminded them of that’ said Fang.
the representatives gathered around the banner and with the pen and bowl of dye they drew their people’s marking and writing a pledge and Fang watched carefully ‘so is that it?’ asked Nyra.
Fang turned to Nyra again ‘it? You’re kidding, right? There is much more to go several months may be required to even get anywhere. The banner is about the issues in the north not our issues of forming permanent alliances. We’ll need to talk about trade and stuff’ said Fang.
Nyra was surprised and she stood by Fang and even took hold of his hand ‘so its going to take months?’ asked Nyra.
Fang laughed a slight laugh ‘yeah, the defence pledge against the mystery foe in the north is the start. I mean technical we weren’t at war either. Let’s hope that we can have something lasting’ said Fang.
representative Aruun came over and he had a gift ‘I wish to give you a gift. A blessing from my people. I wish to say I hope the gods bless you with a large litter of cubs’ said representative Aruun.
Fang handed him the pen and gestured to the banner ‘please your next’ said Fang.
representative Aruun agreed and dipped the pen into the dye and then wrote on the banner as he was also the last to write on it ‘there its done. The defence pact against our mysteries enemy in the north is sealed. I hope the rest of the negotiations go as smooth’ said Fang.
representative Damil stepped forward ‘I do hope so myself. It was a nice touch reminding us that this isn’t for us. We all have families who depend on us doing the right thing. I may not get along with Aruun’s people but if it means protecting our future generations then we don’t have a choice. You’re probably wondering why this was so easy? We didn’t mention something you should of know in the first place. Three tribes from the territories in the north have completely been wiped out. To make things worse warriors were sent there and only ashes remained behind. Only soldering ashes and nothing else. No bodies were found… not one trace of anyone’ said Damil.
Fang felt this feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he stepped back ‘by the gods. That is terrible’ said Fang
Fang’s adopted brother and closest friend, a Nhirian male named Narin was waiting. Nhirians were a feline race of miniature anthro jaguars who stand the height of a four-year-old Thiryan. The Nhirians had a symbiotic relationship with all the other feline races. They lived in the tribes as tribesmen and it insured that they didn’t get killed off and they ensured that the tribes didn’t waist food. Narin sat on the log and he cleared his throat ‘father wants to see you’ said Narin.
Fang brushed that off ‘yeah, yeah I’ll be seeing him in a moment’ said Fang not taking Narin seriously.
Fang stretched out yet again and yawned and he planed on climbing the tree and relaxing in the branches but Narin had yet to go anywhere ‘ahem he’s waiting’ said Narin.
Fang almost was grumbling to himself as he walked off. Fang’s father approached and he came crossed his arms ‘Fang you’ll be hosting the moot’ said Fang’s father.
the that statement was almost as bad as a spear to the heart and he turned to his father ‘I was going to go hunting later’ said Fang.
Fang’s father laughed and gave a look and he had to accept this job. Fang walked off and he saw the warriors training and Fang decided to join in. the warriors created a simple obstacle to bypass that depended on their natural feline agility. Fang had to jump from hanging logs from one to the next and he was trying to get the whole idea of the moot from his mind. He knew he was better at that kind of stuff then his father, but he also was young, and the leaders of the other races were much older. He didn’t wish to be viewed as a cub nor treated like one. He wasn’t as muscular as all the others his age, but he was faster and much more agile, and he kept leaping between the logs quite easily and made it to the other side. A young cub no older then four wears of age raced over. Many of the younger cubs in the tribe admired Fang. Since the tribe was so close knit a mother didn’t even have to worry about their cubs with other adults. Fang smiled and he knelt down on the ground and picked the cub up and he was cuddled ‘hey Fang’ said the cub with a giggle.
Fang gave a smile ‘did you like me doing that?’ asked Fang in a kind less serious voice.
the cub who was a boy who admired Fang a lot kept cuddling Fang and from the purring he knew the boy let go of Fang and he was still quite cheery. The boy and his siblings were very well known to Fang as he befriended them all since, they followed him around frequently ‘you know you are getting so big. Pretty soon you won’t need to wear a diaper’ said Fang.
the exited gleam in the boy’s eyes was noticeable. He was more like Fang’s little brother than anything else. Thiryans traditionally were more ritualistic about a lot in their culture. Thyrian cubs learn potty-training at the age of five and they were considered adults at the age of fifteen and tend their first hunt at the age of ten.
Fang sat down on a log with the boy on his knee and the boy’s mother came over ‘Naren are you hassling Fang again?’ asked the boy’s mother.
Naren shook his head ‘no mommy’ said Naren.
Fang looked at Naren’s mother and he couldn’t help find it amusing ‘you just like being around me. Tell you what. I’ll make you my unofficial little brother’ said Fang.
Naren nodded and he then stopped ‘I peed!’ shouted Naren.
Fang laughed and stood up with Naren in his arms ‘well why don’t you go to your mother for a diaper change’ said Fang.
this was an agreeable idea and Naren was cheery about it ‘ok Fang’ said Naren.
the four year old was handed to his mother and he giggled ‘bye-bye Fang’ said Naren.
Fang noticed that Naren had helped by letting Fang forget his stress he had before. He looked across the tribe’s village back to his father remembering his duty that he had before he was distracted ‘right the moot’ said Fang to himself.
Fang wondered what the moot was going to be about, and he looked up. The giant trees formed a canopy of green above. The air was sweet in each breath and the wind was gentle. The day was perfect, and Fang knew it was why his father chose that afternoon, but he wanted to relax and get out of the duty. Fang did have a sense of curiosity that was also an issue he started thinking about the future and many other things, but the moot was his priority and he realised the area needed to be prepared for it.
Fang walked off to the area for the moot and the tribe was still setting up for it. They were using an overhead tree branch and ropes to move a large stone table into place. He helped on the rope and the table was lowered on the four stone legs carved down for the table ‘ok easy now’ said Fang.
the table finally rested on the legs and it was polished as the table was actually made from a large piece of quartz from a nearby mountain and had impurities with lines through it that looked like cracks but the cracks were actually lines of softly glowing Athyrium in its purest form. The stone was polished to a shine and Fang hoped that it was acceptable to the other races. The moot. Fang stretched out and felt good about the set up. The tribesmen moved in tree stumps for them to sit on and it was quite a decent set up. Fang took a rag of cloth and wiped the table to keep it polished and he looked down the table. It perfectly level so beverages could be served on the table. With the successful and finishing early Fang purred softly to himself as he was happy and proud of the arrangement as he oversaw the decoration ‘this is just as I pictured it in my head’ said Fang with a little excitement in his voice.
It was hard to deny it, but Fang enjoyed his responsibilities as the prince of the Thiryan tribes. He turned to the tribesmen who helped, and he approached each one and personally thanked them for their hard work and he turned to the table again ‘my father is going to be so proud of this accomplishment’ said Fang still a little excited and proud.
looming over the tribe was a massive ziggurat and Fang decided that he’d inform his father that they finished early and knew his father would be at the top of the ziggurat at this time of the day. He turned and scratched at the ropes first with an extended claw and he scratched through the rope and it was cut.
Fang turned and he walked off from the moot area and made his way to the ziggurat and he started climbing the steps higher and higher and he soon reached the top. He saw his father meeting with some chiefs of other nearby tribes who wished to voice local problems some being bandit attacks and other things. Fang’s father turned to Fang who was now standing there and he waved him over ‘I am sorry this is my son, Fang he’s my the eldest. Is there something you need?’ asked Fang’s father.
Fang stepped forward and he nodded ‘yes father. The area for the moot has just been finished. We’re ahead of schedule’ said Fang.
Fang’s father welcomed the news ‘well that is welcoming news. Our visitor was informing us that some left his tribe to join a group of bandits raiding Athyrium shipments between tribes. In fact, I will have some warriors sent from here to deal with the bandits. Perhaps they will fear the warrior, Kalyn. He is the second-best warrior we have and more than a match for bandits’ said Fang’s father.
the Chief of the visiting tribe approached Fang and his father showing quite a bit of respect for them both ‘I am thankful that you gave such attention to my tribe’s problems my King. It is nice to meet you Prince Fang’ said the visiting tribe chief.
Fang felt embarrassed, but he didn’t show it, so he simply showed his father’s guest respect ‘I hope that I am as well loved as my father and as wise as him myself’ said Fang.
Fang turned and Narin, a Nhirian male stood at the entrance. Nhirians were a feline race of anthro jaguars though adult Nhirians stood the exact same height as a four-year-old ‘Fang let’s see how you and your workers did on the moot area. I look forward to seeing it’ said Fang’s father.
Narin followed them down the steps as he happened to be his adoptive brother and they saw the view from the top of the pyramid, and he looked down. The ziggurat was massive in size and the trees were big enough that a single branch could hold small village on each branch and the ziggurat overlooked it all. Narin had grown up with Fang since the day he was found abandoned and adopted. He admired Fang who treated him like his brother and was his closest friend ‘Fang I really wanna see what your progress also’ said Narin as he was quite curious.
As they walked down the steps of the pyramid Narin glanced up at Fang ‘hey Fang? Uh, can you show me that trick again?’ asked Narin.
some more tribe chiefs arrived, and Fang’s father noticed them as they walked down the steps and approached to greet them ‘King Dhamil Vestara-Jertic. it is nice to meet you for a second time. I doubt you remember me I was a kitten no more than a year old when we first met and you yourself were probably six maybe seven at the time. I recently became chief of my tribe due to my father’s untimely death to an illness’ said the visiting chief.
Fang’s father ears folded back a little which expressed his emotion ‘I am sorry to of hear that, he was a good leader and no doubt a good father but you will have to excuse me I maybe the king of our people but I am also a Chief and I have some duties needing to be taken care of’ said Fang’s father.
Narin lowered his head and felt annoyed ‘great he’s talking politics... again’ said Narin.
the comment amused Fang and he stretched out ‘well I understand it. Remember I’m the next King’ said Fang letting his ego get the better of him.
Narin knew Fang was a little proud and he had a bit of an ego but never let it get out of control. Narin looked up at the sky and he leaned back with his arms propping him up ‘have you ever wondered what is beyond our borders. Not our borders but I mean Animal. Are there other places, landmasses or are we the only ones?’ asked Narin.
Fang was stumped by the question and he looked up at the sky himself ‘your serious? Well I never really gave it much thought in all honesty and it’s not like we can find out. The only bit of other land we know about is where the exiles live’ said Fang.
Narin laughed as he stretched out ‘yeah and only a fool would even try to go to exile island’ laughed Narin.
Fang led his father to the moot area, and he was quite impressed with it ‘the stone is clear quartz with lines of Athyrium through it. It was originally found in a boulder found by tribe Tarith further up the stream and they cracked it open finding the crystal inside it was massive, so I asked them to carve it down and polish it into a table top and the table legs’ said Fang.
the surrounding the moot area were standing stones like a stone henge and they were covered in common runes and the carvings were filled out with Athyrium which glowed softly in the shade ‘I assumed you’d finish by midday at best but its barely midmorning’ said Fang’s father.
Fang stretched his arms out ‘yeah it was credited to my workers. It was them who achieved this’ said Fang.
Fang’s father examined the table ‘the table is a little bigger then I expected. You may say your workers did this, but I believe you should take the credit for this one’ said Fang’s father.
Fang felt pride well up in his chest and he walked around the table making sure enough seats were present ‘Fang lets discuss the reasons for the moot. As you are aware there are new issues cropping up in the north. Indeed, the issues are that simple one or so I suspect. Trees in Animal’s north are vanishing. They’re being cut down. We also have sightings of exiles but its still a rumour. Now I must get back I have much to do’ said Fang’s father.
Fang’s father left and Fang turned to Narin and stood up ‘so what’s this I hear about you and one of the members of Klud’s trading group. What her name, Numr?’ asked Fang.
Narin paused as he was a little embarrassed but snapped out of it ‘Numr? Well she’s very beautiful and she is lovely and one of my people’ said Narin.
Fang laughed and he put his hand on Narin’s back ‘aww is my little brother in love’ laughed Fang.
Narin stood up and he had a serious look on his face ‘this is why I never tell you this stuff’ scoffed Narin.
what made it funny was that Narin looked more like a pouting cub by the way he was acting ‘Narin I was only joking’ said Fang.
Narin got angry with what Fang said ‘a joke means making someone else laugh. I was not laughing. You keep doing it. Because my people stand the height of one of your people’s four-year-old you still treat me like a cub’ said Narin.
Fang looked at Narin and he let out a sigh ‘I don’t think of you as a cub. Your seventeen now you have the right to find someone to love. I laugh because I don’t have the luxury. The very moment I was born my father had arranged my breeding with the daughter of a tribe chief. technically by our laws as made by my grandfather, the legendary Tyren Vestara-Jertic himself… a month after we were born my father put me through the ritual bonding. By our laws I am forbidden to take a female and make her my first life-mate’ said Fang.
Narin sat down and he looked back up to the sky and pondered about how he could change the conversation.
Narin climbed up on the seat and leaned forward and looked at Fang ‘so did you hear about that? Trees have been going missing at the northern edge of Animala. I mean before your father even mentioned it?’ asked Narin.
Fang glanced at Narin ‘I’ve heard about that. I assumed it was those Ariun sea folk. Some say it’s the exiles but it’s probably just some people from another region who have been stealing trees for wood. It’s not that there’s much proof since it’s in the dead of night. But my father said it was exiles so I don’t know what to believe though many have sworn they have seen the crimson cloth markers of the exiles’ said Fang
Narin stood up and someone else entered the moot area. The stranger stopped in front of Fang ‘I am Nyra’ said the stranger.
the name was one that Fang knew very well and he stood up right away ‘greetings, Nyra’ said Fang.
Nyra had a presents to her that Fang could feel since she was the one who he had an arranged breeding to ‘welcome to the tribe. You’re in time the moot area has been finished’ said Fang.
Nyra looked around and she was quite agreeable ‘Fang its that day promised so many years ago’ said Nyra.
Fang stepped forward ‘right its that day also. I kind of don’t know what I should do’ said Fang.
Nyra crossed her arms ‘you better not be trying to worm your way out of this? We were promised to each other’ said Nyra.
Fang let out a sigh ‘no. I’m not trying to get out of this’ said Fang.
Nyra relaxed a little ‘then when should we do this’ said Nyra.
Fang took a deep breath ‘know what. Why don’t we just do this right now’ said Fang.
Narin left and Fang pushed Nyra to a standing stone. He then took Nyra as his mate right there at the moot area.
After mating Fang was laying in a pile of grass with Nyra. They had just finished, and the breeze blew gently through the trees. Nyra was purring as she had her head on Fang’s chest ‘thank you’ said Nyra.
Fang was himself happy in that very moment and he looked at Nyra ‘I hope no one ruins this moment’ said Fang.
as they were there Fang’s father along with Nyra’s father approached and saw them both laying naked in the leaves ‘Nyra and Fang! Gods you couldn’t wait? Ok you two go put something on’ said Fang’s father. Nyra covered her privates ‘dad go away. you’re ruining the moment’ said Nyra
this made Fang cover himself also and his ears folded back. Both fathers turned their backs and Fang and Nyra quickly put their loincloths on and they grabbed their stuff ‘right now you two have an important job which is related to the moot preparation’ said Fang’s father.
Fang and Nyra both agreed and they both smelt of each other ‘I smell of your seed’ said Nyra. Fang laughed and he felt embarrassed a little ‘yeah I think us taking each six times may have been uh a bit of a problem’ said Fang.
Nyra laughed ‘well I was in heat we couldn’t help it. Now what is this peroration’ said Nyra rubbing the fur on the back of her head ‘food obviously’ said Fang’s father.
Fang’s ears picked up ‘food? What foods are required?’ asked Fang.
Fang’s gave a look, and he gave them a look ‘well many will be herbivores. I payed Klud and his merchant group to bring in plants that herbivores prefer to eat’ said Fang’s father.
Fang nodded ‘ok is he still here?’ asked Fang.
Fang’s father crossed his arms ‘he is waiting for you to unload the food’ said Fang’s father.
Fang and Nyra walked off and Klud’s caravan were moved to the moot area. Klud was a Lyaren, an anthro race of rabbits. Klud climbed off his carriage and handed Fang a basket ‘this is the greens herbivores like to eat’ said Klud.
Fang opened the basket and saw it was full of vegetables and leaves ‘gorse your kind actually eat this?’ asked Fang.
Klud took a leaf from the basket and he then ate it ‘this is quality food don’t waist it’ said Klud.
Fang carried the basket back to the moot area with Nyra carrying another basket ‘ten baskets should be right?’ asked Nyra.
Fang nodded and he placed the basket down ‘yeah I think so but Klud will ask for a relic from those who came before as payment’ said Fang.
Klud came over with another basket with an Akaryian warrior named Atlus. The warrior was a caravan guard and a Kalik male who also was a caravan guard. Kalik were a race of insects. Most resemble anthro ants though their queens resemble an anthro butterfly. The Kalik make was named Irak ‘ok this is four of our baskets so six more to go’ said Klud.
Fang looked at the baskets which was as high as his chest. Fang made his way back to the carriage and he picked up another basket and he lifted it off the back ‘ok let’s get this basket to the moot area’ said Fang.
the baskets were brought back to the moot area and after a bit of time all ten were accounted for. This is enough’ said Fang as he stretched out.
Nyra nodded in agreement and she sat on a seat at the table ‘well where is my payment?’ asked Klud.
Fang reached a sack his father left and pulled a polished steel helmet from the sack ‘here an ancient helmet’ said Fang.
Klud held it up ‘ahh yes. The ancient humans made many such items before going extinct. A pleasure as always’ said Klud.
Klud left and Fang let out a sigh ‘finally we can get some rest from carrying heavy baskets’ said Fang.
the representatives from the other races were now arriving and Fang felt apprehension about this, but he knew he had a duty. The representatives came to the moot area and each one was impressed with the work ‘I welcome you all in the name of tribe Vestara and the Thiryan people. I assume you know why we are all here and the troubles in the north and the rumours we keep hearing’ said Fang.
the representatives all gathered around the table. The table was excessively big by a little ‘agreed we all heard the rumours but how are we sure its not one of you pulling one over us?’ said the Tynaren representative, Aruun.
the Tynaren were an anthro race of tigers and the Fenral representative, Damil, who’s race resembled anthro an fox slammed his hand on the table ‘how do know it wasn’t your tribes! I don’t see how it can’t be so farfetched. You tigers have always been arrogant to us and calling us thieves!’ shouted representative Damil
representative Aruun slammed his own hand on the table ‘what your language, Fox. Your kind are thieves. And calling us a racist term like tiger is just like you’ said Aruun.
Fang stood up as the representatives all argued like bickering children and he shouted something in ancient Thiryan ‘Do’mahs! All of you keep suspecting each other. You need to stop and think about why you came to the moot in the first place’ said Fang.
Representative Aruun agreed and he looked around ‘he is right. He maybe younger but he has a point. We’re idiots if we don’t look to each other and figure this shit out’ said representative Aruun.
Fang looked around ‘I can see that your all tired from your journeys so I will suggest that we take a break and rest. Then we shall convene the moot again when our tempers have cooled’ said Fang.
Fang stepped away from the table as the other races set up camps and extended his claws and scratched at the bark of the tree repeatedly in frustration leaving deep claw marks in the bark. Nyra approached and she put her arms around him ‘Fang… I never seen like this’ said Nyra.
Fang put his hand on the tree and his extended claws were scratching at the bark ‘they’re so arrogant and suspicious of each other and too proud for their own good. Gods why?! I just don’t get how they can say the stuff they said’ said Fang
Nyra kept her arms around Fang and she did what she could to sooth them. He turned and the representatives of the other races attended their camps. It was the first situation that he had no idea how to fix with his words. A Urseran warrior approached ‘I am Baenor and I agree with you. With what happened as the moot talked’ said Baenor.
Fang nodded, and Fang let out a sigh ‘I think we should go back to the moot soon when people clear their heads’ said Fang.
an Akaryian warrior walked over ‘I am Torin and I also agree with you’ said the warrior.
Fang welcomed Torin and Baenor and he looked around ‘then why don’t you stand beside me when I talk to the moot. You know your peoples more then I so you maybe what I need’ said Fang.
the four walked back to the moot area and seeing him return the other representatives returned ‘look I understand that you have suspicions. Granted you have histories. I respect this and so I want to further the goal of the moot to something more. A formal alliance or a united power. As such I wish to try to bring us together so think about our future generations who would be free of hate and anger to other races’ said Fang.
the Lyrian representative Yrik stepped forward. He like all Lyrians was an anthro lizard and he had his own one-year old son in his arms with his life-mate ‘I hate to say it but when we walked off, I picked my son up whom I brought with me. I then realised Fang is right. We can’t argue. Tell me that you don’t think of your own young? Their opinions of what they will think when they look back on this day and all they know is that we argued and whoever is responsible conquered us all’ said Representative Yrik
the other representatives all turned to Fang and found truth in what he was saying and they pledged themselves to Fang’s idea of a united Animala bound together by unbreakable alliances.
A large banner was rolled out on the table and Fang took a bowl of dye and a simple stick which had a point sharpened so it could be used as a pen ‘this seemed very easy’ said Nyra.
Fang looked over to Nyra and he agreed ‘each want to do right by their people I think we reminded them of that’ said Fang.
the representatives gathered around the banner and with the pen and bowl of dye they drew their people’s marking and writing a pledge and Fang watched carefully ‘so is that it?’ asked Nyra.
Fang turned to Nyra again ‘it? You’re kidding, right? There is much more to go several months may be required to even get anywhere. The banner is about the issues in the north not our issues of forming permanent alliances. We’ll need to talk about trade and stuff’ said Fang.
Nyra was surprised and she stood by Fang and even took hold of his hand ‘so its going to take months?’ asked Nyra.
Fang laughed a slight laugh ‘yeah, the defence pledge against the mystery foe in the north is the start. I mean technical we weren’t at war either. Let’s hope that we can have something lasting’ said Fang.
representative Aruun came over and he had a gift ‘I wish to give you a gift. A blessing from my people. I wish to say I hope the gods bless you with a large litter of cubs’ said representative Aruun.
Fang handed him the pen and gestured to the banner ‘please your next’ said Fang.
representative Aruun agreed and dipped the pen into the dye and then wrote on the banner as he was also the last to write on it ‘there its done. The defence pact against our mysteries enemy in the north is sealed. I hope the rest of the negotiations go as smooth’ said Fang.
representative Damil stepped forward ‘I do hope so myself. It was a nice touch reminding us that this isn’t for us. We all have families who depend on us doing the right thing. I may not get along with Aruun’s people but if it means protecting our future generations then we don’t have a choice. You’re probably wondering why this was so easy? We didn’t mention something you should of know in the first place. Three tribes from the territories in the north have completely been wiped out. To make things worse warriors were sent there and only ashes remained behind. Only soldering ashes and nothing else. No bodies were found… not one trace of anyone’ said Damil.
Fang felt this feeling in the pit of his stomach, and he stepped back ‘by the gods. That is terrible’ said Fang
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