<div class="floatleft">(http://simg4.gelbooru.com//images/2b/e4/2be4827ee48b8f1be6d573413417e5ff.png)</div>Eshira did not have to fire off another spell or do much more tactical things, as the foolish poachers were made short work of by the group's keen experience. She couldn't help but give an approving wink to Kaxxar's kill.<br/><br/>"You all did good today," she said to the group. "No more dreamserpents shall be defiled by these fools."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Ek'ann nodded apprasingly.  "Well, in any case, there was a suitable battle, and you return to the tribe with many qulashtaq hides and fangs.  I don't think anyone can argue that you've had a successful inaugural hunt.  The punishment of foreign blasphemers is just as important as the stalking of prey.  Pick them up, Kaxxar, and feel the weight of victory!  This is just the beginning of your ascent to manhood, isn't that right Eshira?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Indeed! The roles Vulkoor gave us are many, but seeing your progress today I am certain that no matter your path... you will walk it with pride!"<br/><br/>And so Eshira gave the area a look once-over again (for any other hidden dangers) before joining the group on their trek back home.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As the sun dimmed and her twin sister the moon rose, Eshira felt her elven vision go black and white as the jungle fell to darkness. No matter how many times she returned she was happy to see the same faces, the same hallowed-out tree-homes and the many children of Vulkoor going about their daily life. But for tonight's events Eshira undressed for the part, removing the blue leaf-wrappings clinging to her breasts so that all may gaze upon her lovely form. The shaman could not help but feel a hint of annoyance as Kaxxar was taken away by the group, hoping to at least bask in his presence some more, but those feelings left soon as the night was still young.<br/><br/>As the dancing girls asked the question, Eshira gave it some thought. "Hmmm, perhaps an announcement would be fine."<br/><br/>Climbing up an upraised giant root Eshira whistled through her fingers to get peoples' attention.<br/><br/>"Every day we live, every healthy child born, is a blessing from the great Vulkoor. Every act we do for the benefit of our people, every enemy we slay or prey we hunt, is a gift not just to us but to Him as well. Today, on this momentous occasion, remember that as you partake in the bounties of life, to enjoy them to their fullest. Let our Hunter of Hunters know that we love Him with all our being!"<br/><br/>And with that, Eshira gracefully leaped off the root onto the ground, ending in a bow forwards, the traditional gesture of respect to one's tribe. But then she arched back, breasts flinging in the air with her movement so that she may gaze upon the heavens in the traditional shamanic acknowledgement of their patron deity.