#shirvallah

If Rag’wi would have been stronger, maybe he would have chosen Shirvallah as his loa and... this would be his design I guess. (I’m pretty sure I messed up my english here...)

Shirvallah♡

Rag’wi as a tiger. 

SHIRVALLAH IS HERE FOLKS!

Dew condensed on the leaves of the thick Stranglethorn undergrowth in the dim morning light. The air was crisp and cool, filled with the music of crickets and cicadas. On rare occasion a bird would cry two or three times before falling silent again. The symphony of the jungle wasn't a thing she had realized she missed until she found herself sitting in its presence again. Zan'zaji had found a comfortable place to kneel amongst the fronds to wait some hours earlier all in hopes this would give the jungle denizens time to forget about her presence as the new day came into full swing. Zaji sat waiting in ambush for her prey; the strong silent killer of the jungle, a magnificent tiger. Her wait wasn't much longer as from the gray morning mists a tiger padded down the slightly worn patch the troll camped next to. The creature's movement was slow and even as it sauntered down the game trail. It had taken Zaji a few moments to notice the tiger, long enough that the beast immediately impressed her. It was a male, the large paws and thicker body build gave the animals gender away. It would be a good fight, one worth proving herself with she hoped. She continued to evaluate the creature as he came into closer into view, with each step his muscles rippled under his pelt pushing and pulling in time with one another to create a beautiful fluid movement. A silent nod to herself affirmed her decision, this was the only thing she did before her hand slipped down to grasp the curved dagger at her side. Her breathing slowed and she pulled in slow, shallow breaths. The feline ambled past her leaving the opening she wanted. The troll rushed from her resting spot after the tiger and startled it as she trampled the vegetation separating her and her prey. A snarl broke free from the beast's maw as it twisted toward its oncoming attacker and lifted its fearsome claws to ward off the attack. This was what she had hoped for, a clean shot at the beast's throat and chest. A quick kill, that would leave her unscathed and the beast's pelt undamaged. Zaji let the tiger's heavy paw catch against the thick leather bracers she'd worn. The force of his blow was heavier than she had expected and one of the claws cut into her arm above the bracer. The troll and the tiger tussled in the thick brush for a great length of time before it finally fell to the faux huntress. Winded Zaji landed heavy on her knees and pulled the blade from the underside of the beast. The warm blood of the animal coated her hands mixed with plenty of her own. It was a small price to pay. Taking a few moments to catch her breath she wiped the blade clean on some of the still dew laden fronds. Her cleaner hand reached out to brushed the thick fur of the dead animal; it was a fine, velvety for a hunter. Words with no true power in them tumbled from her mouth over the kill. "Ah take from ya Shirvallah one ah ya great children off dis eart'. Ah will lay dah offerin's an ah will prepare dah ritual dat ‘e an I may see eye ta eye an' walk dis land as one with ya blessin's." Leaving the fallen tiger she headed deeper into the brush to retrieved the raptor she borrowed, she had been left further off the beaten trail to conceal its scent. Having the raptor squat she heaved the bulky body of the dead tiger over the raptor's saddle. Securing it in place so it wouldn't slip off she took a moment to rest and look at the heavy beast draping over the back of the raptor. With a smile she  started back toward the hut near Bambala. A smirk crossed her face as she lead the raptor to the back of the hut for preparation. This smile continued to widen as she felt a drumming inside her as though the end of the hunt wasn't even the crescendo of the event.

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