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Tribal drums hummed over the mass that had gathered around the great alter, the wind whistled as all gathered before the great slab to honor the gods and begin the journey to bring forth the next generation of the strongest warriors and wisest shaman. The owl tribe had long held these traditions, of creating new life and honoring their gods in the sky with death.

Kala had been to three of these such rituals now, as her eyes shifted up to the heavens and the great aurora lights that flickered above. They were said by their elders to be the lights of the gods, a shimmer to show the connection between the mortal world and their out of reach realm. Only the dead were allowed to cross the shimmer and into their embrace. To be reborn in the tribe anew from the egg of a chosen female.

It was their way, their tradition. For generations they had gathered at this alter site and for generations they had washed it with the blood of one of their own to appease their creators.

Kala stood with the other owl women of the tribe, they had all been instructed to stand naked before the steps of the alter. They were owls of various ages, from newly matured females to elders who had served the tribe for as long as she could remember. Some were warriors, some were crafters, and others still were shaman.

The light brown feathered owl herself was a hunter by trade, but Kala had grown a need to explore the mountains and delve into every cave that she found. Her curiosity had always found her traveling far and sometimes for days away from the safety of the tribe.

But tonight they would all be more connected them ever. The drums continued to hum, and flutes rang out as she watched the High Shaman and their Chieftain stand at the top of the alter were a rectangular mass of natural rock rest. They spoke a few brief words to each other quietly and then the High Shaman turned to the crowd and lifted her hands up to call for silence.

The drums went silent, and all eyes turned to her. "My tribe! Tonight heralds the Path of the Shimmer. Where are tribe's strongest, wisest, and chosen shall ascend these ancient steps bare before the gods. Five women from our tribe shall be chosen and join with the Chieftain, that the tribe's next generation shall be stronger then the last.

She paused for a moment and lifted up a beaded necklace, then she turned to the Chieftain and he lowered his head as she placed the necklace over him. Then she held up six more and offered them to him. Chieftain Koga accepted them in his grasp. As the ritual went, five of the necklaces were laced with pieces of stone plucked from the mountain. The sixth however was empty, it was the sixth that would be the deciding factor over who's blood would be surrendered back to the gods.

Kala stiffened a bit and glanced at the other women around her, they all watched, some with blank expressions on their beaks. Other with more tepid looks. While it was an honor to be chosen to bear a clutch of eggs for the future of the tribe. It was even more so to be chosen as the one who would walk the Path of the Shimmer and return to the gods.

The High Shaman turned her attention back to the crowd. "First the chosen Path Walker!"

The Chieftain slowly descended the stone steps and looked upon all of them. Kala blinked but refused to look away from him as he moved to look at the women, their bodies naked before him as the rest of the tribe watched onward.

He stepped toward Kala and she felt his eyes wash over her, taking he measure. She was a hunter, not a strong warrior, not a wise shaman. As Koga held the empty necklace he tilted his head at her and gave a blank expression.

It was strange to Kala, she had known him since they were fledglings, they had hunted together, played together as children. To see him now as Chieftain, and a strong one at that was a wonder to her. Three times this ritual had taken place before, and three times she had been merely a spectator.

Then he stepped past her to the woman next to her, a dark gray female with black spots in her feathers. Her name was Shale, a crafter that made pottery from stone and helped raise young when she wasn't working or helping to curve spears for hunting.

Kala's eyes drifted over to her and Chieftain Koga lifted the empty necklace and slowly he placed it over her head and against her neck. "You have served our tribe with honor and you shall again one last time."

Shale dipped her head in acknowledgement and Koga took her hand and began to lead her up the steps toward the great slab. Flutes once more began to play, a song of both praise and mourning. Shale would be missed by the tribe, but she would also return when the time came for her to do so.

As she reached the slab she climbed onto it and rested her back to the cold stone and looked up at the Shimmer in the sky.

"Shale, you have been chosen to walk the Path of the Shimmer. To step into the embrace of the gods and be reborn within the clutch of one of the five tonight who shall be chosen to carry our tribe forward." The High Shaman spoke loud enough for all to hear.

She pulled a black obsidian dagger from a mass of incense and other things needed for the ritual. Then she place the incense bowls around the slab and began to light them with a piece of flint. The dagger reflected the light as the Shimmer in the sky seemed to cast over it, as though the gods themselves approved of the path set before Shale.

"Go now, return to the Shimmer and come back to us with new wisdom, new strength."

The High Shaman stood over Shale and lifted the dagger high in both of her hands, and with a look at all who observed she brought the dagger down on the sacrifice's chest, piercing it deep into her heart. Shale's eyes went wide, her legs kicked and her body jerked as crimson flowed forth from the wound and fell across her feathers.

The dagger was pulled from the crafter and then buried back in so that her blood was flow over the great slab and bless it with the Path of the Shimmer. The first stab had already been fatal, and Shale's eyes dulled as she peered up at the sky.

But the High Shaman buried the dagger back into her several times as the crafter's body went limp and the crimson pooled over her gray feathers and onto the slab.

Kala didn't dare look away, she refused to show weakness in the face of the sacrifice. She would serve her tribe utterly as Shale had. It was their way after all.

After a moment, the dagger was laid aside and the High Shaman dipped her fingers in Shale's blood. She moved to Koga again and she dragged her thumb down his forehead, marking him with the blood of the Shimmer Walker.

She dragged her thumb down to his beak and she gave him a nod. "Now the five that will carry the future. The gods await your decision."

Koga took up the five necklaces as the High Shaman pulled Shale's now lifeless body off of the slab and with a silent prayer she cast the dead crafter's body off of the mountain. The vessel having served it's purpose, and the soul ascended to the sky.

Kala watched as Koga held the stone lined necklaces in his grasp, her tilted his head at them and then glanced to the women below. He held them up so that all could see, and then to the surprise of some he turned to the High Shaman and approached her.

"The tribe shall carry your wisdom to the next generation." And he placed the first of the five necklaces over the High Shaman's neck.

Her eyes narrowed, she was a middle-aged female, and she had been chosen before by the previous Chieftain in a different ritual when she was younger. But now the pale snowy white female was chosen again. She gave a single nod and accepted the task before her and Koga dipped his fingers into the blood and ran a line across her left cheek with his thumb.

"Then my wisdom, the tribe shall have. How shall our Chieftain claim me?" The High Shaman asked him.

"On the slab, on all fours."

"As the gods shall witness." She answered back.

She did as instructed and got onto her hands and knees on the alter, presenting herself to the Chieftain. He meanwhile stroked himself to hardness as he looked upon her form. How many times had Koga desired her? Kala couldn't say, he had rarely ever spoken about his interest in the women of the tribe before. But it was no secret that Koga preferred his lovers to be older.

Though this ritual was about setting the path forward, sex was not reserved just to it. The Chieftain had his own consorts, and he had been in an affair with the women of a bluejay tribe that lived further down the mountains before. It was known, and Kala was no stranger to pleasure herself.

She watched him get behind her and give her slit a rub, making the High Shaman shiver and ruffle her feathers a bit. Then when she was ready, he pressed the tip of his length against her and began to bury himself into her before the eyes of all. Koga was slow at first, giving the High Shaman a chance to brace herself for what was to come.

But then as the drums picked up and the flutes renewed their vigor, the Chieftain began to roll his hips faster against her, using one hand to lift her tail feathers out of his way and the other to grip her hip firmly. Some of the male warriors danced around small fires in celebration, they would likely find women of their own to enjoy or even each other after the ritual was complete.

"Ahh… Yes my Chieftain!" Koga heard the High Shaman moan out as Koga grunted and pressed himself into her.

Kala glanced up at the Shimmer and watched it shift slightly in the sky, the blue, purple, and green lights swaying lightly above as the gods no doubt looked down on the coupling taking place with appeasement. And Koga was intent to appease as his hips moved harder against the High Shaman's backside.

His gasps and grunts mixed with her own pleasured sounds, and added to the chorus of the drums and flutes creating a song of renewal for the tribe. Of bringing forth new clutches and new eggs. Shale would be returned to them through one of the clutches Koga sired and he would ensure that his lineage would remain the strongest and wisest of their tribe.

All the women of the tribe watched as their Chieftain showed his strength through the first coupling, he pulled the High Shaman back against him over and over as he claimed her folds with vigor and passion.

The High Shaman's moans became yelps as she no doubt hit her own release, but the night wasn't just for her. It was for him as well, the ritual demanded that five of their tribe carry his eggs and he gripped her firmly and drove himself ever harder into her.

Then he arched and the High Shaman gave a screech to the heavens as the first climax of the ritual came forth. He held her backside against him tight as he gritted the edges of his beak and closed his eyes, twitching as he emptied ropes of his seed within the High Shaman. There were cheers from the warriors both males and females at his first task was completed.

Then the Chieftain pulled out of the High Shaman with a few strands of warm cum still connecting them before he pulled away. He stroked himself with a snort, keeping himself hard for the next woman to be chosen. The High Shaman panted a bit from her beak and crawled off of the slab and pulled herself to her feet, then she nodded to Koga.

"…Four more let remain…"

The Chieftain took up the necklaces and with a breath he descended the steps to where Kala and all the women stood waiting to see who would be next. They didn't have to wait long for his choice. He moved to a black feathered owl with a stocky build, a warrior, one of the tribes strongest. She tilted her beak at him and he held up the necklace and place it over her head.

"Rune. Your strength shall carry the tribe forward." Then he took her hand.

Rune gave a pleased expression and nodded. "As my chieftain commands."

Much like Shale she was led up the steps to the slab, but unlike the one who had been chosen to walk the Path. Rune was to be blessed with the honor of carrying the clutch for future warriors.

As the High Shaman had been marked with the blood of the Shimmer Walker, so to was Rune. But this time he ran a line of crimson down her chest and between her breasts. Then he guided her forth and smiled.

"Show me your strength warrior. Ride me."

"Gladly my Chieftain."

She gently shoved him back on the slab and she climbed onto Koga and did as was commanded of her. Kala watched as she briefly straddled his hips before she guided his length between her thighs and she rolled her hips as she arched, beginning her part of the ritual.

Rune arched her back and grinned as she rode him, her moans mixing with his own as she preformed her role before the gods. Rune had long wanted to be chosen for the ritual, she had trained her entire life for it and now all her work was being rewarded. She moved eagerly against him, that the entire tribe could see her on display.

She had always had such ambition for glory. Be it in war or pleasure, Rune had many kills notched on her spear and she had many suitors both male and female. Every chance Rune got she displayed her strength and skill and it had brought her to this moment of bliss.

She rolled her hips fast and hard, bouncing on his length as she shuddered and moaned. Kala wondered just how many rituals the warrior had been left out of, and she found herself happy for the black feathered owl.

The rest of the tribe's warriors seemed to think it had all been worth for they were cheering much louder then before. For her, for Koga, for the glory it brought them and Kala couldn't blame them as the warrior woman kept the Chieftain firmly on his back with her hands pressed to his chest. She didn't slow, didn't falter as no doubt the cheers spurred her own to achieve her goal.

Then Koga abruptly arched upward into her and gave a gasp and Rune gave a screech to the heavens. Louder and sharper then the High Shaman had. Then she leaned down and nuzzled the Chieftain's beak with her own and she whispered something in his ear. Whatever it was it made Koga blush a bit as she lifted herself off of him with a huff and stretched her body as though she had just completed some form of training. Then she hopped her way down the steps with a satisfied grin.

Three more to go. And this time it wasn't announced. Instead Koga stood up, though clearly weary and he took up the next necklace and moved to select the next in the ritual.

He selected a dark brown female named Hara for her skill in knitting clothing and when she was led up to the slab her put her on her back with her legs against his shoulders. She was quick, and like the previous two before her she preformed well though she didn't have to do much.

After the Chieftain claimed her belly with his seed, he picked another warrior. A woman named Hilx whom Kala had never interacted with. To display his strength to the tribe once more he bent her over the slab and took her hard and round. Just like with Rune, the warriors cheered particularly loud with her and Koga was eager to please.

He filled her soon after with an arch and a shudder and pulled himself free. But Kala could see the exhaustion in his eyes now. The Chieftain hah to lean himself against the slab as he tried to stand and he watched Hilx walk back down with her beak held high.

Now only one necklace remained.

Once he had caught his breath, Koga descended the steps for the fifth time and he looked at the female owls that remained. As he gripped the necklace he peered at a few warriors, then at a few crafters. Then his eyes fell on Kala and he gave a tired smile.

Her heart skipped in her chest as he approached with the necklace held and he tilted his head at her and slowly draped the necklace over her.

Kala gave a blink at him and he leaned close to her and took both of her hands in his. "The tribe will have wisdom, and it'll have strength. But it also needs the curiosity to explore and learn the land around us. Kala, you will be the fifth and upon my release within you, the gods shall know our tribe's commitment to the future."

"I… Am honored, my Chieftain." She replied back.

He gave a slight chuckle and leaned his beak to her ear. "It was Rune's suggestion."

Her eyes widened at the revelation and she peered over through the crowd at the black feathered warrior whom gave her a smirk and a nod in return. So that was what she had whispered to him after their coupling. She gave a nod back to the proud warrior and looked back at Koga.

"Then I give myself to you."

"Come forth Kala."

He guided her up the steps to the slab, the rest of the world felt still as she let her eyes meet his. She had always admired him of course since they were young, she had always known he would become the Chieftain. But she had never thought that she would be one of the chosen to carry his clutch and help bring forth the next generation. Strong warriors, wise shaman, skilled crafters… And her. A hunter whom knew the mountains probably more then most in the tribe.

She watched as he sat down on the slab and he dipped a thumb in the what remained of Shale's blood. Much of it had dried now and she gave him a down. The Chieftain reached forth and ran a line of crimson along her neck and over her shoulder. Then another along the underside of her beak. Then he ran two circles around both of her breasts and he spread his thighs.

"Climb onto me Kala."

"Of course."

She climbed into his lap and she felt his arms go around her. He guided her up a bit and as she fell back down she felt him slip inside her. Kala gasped and arched as he nuzzled his beak against her cheek. The rest of the world seemed to fade away and as she peered up at the Shimmer in the sky she saw them, the faces of avians made from the light of the arura. The gods were watching, they had always been watching her.

This was her fate, her destiny. It had always been. She gripped his shoulders for support and she felt a hand grasp her rear and he began to guide her up and down on his shaft. She held her beak open as Koga claimed her and moans left her. But all sound seemed muffled as her eyes stayed upward to the sky.

Three rituals she had been left out, clearly not strong enough or wise enough in those previous times. But now here she was, in the presence of those who created her people. And it was they who had their beaks lowered in respect.

Kala arched and trembled, she felt everything, the wind, the cold air run through her light brown feathers. Her heart beat to the sound of the drums, her eyes were wide with the splendor that all her life had been leading to his moment. The pace quickened and all sense of time left her mind.

Had he been taking her for a few minutes or a few hours? She didn't care, and her sounds of pleasure echoed as her body moved with his. She felt his beak nuzzle between her breasts, and she heard his tired breathes and how he moaned her name.

"Nghh… Kala…! Kala…!"

But her eyes remained on the sky, trapped within the gaze of the Shimmer. Her grip tightened around the Chieftain. She felt her orgasm hit her in arching waves that crashed over her like the sea smashing against rocks. Kala heard herself give a screech just as the others had.

Then she heard Koga give his own and he held her tight as warmth flooded through her. She thought she'd only feel it in her belly, but she felt it throughout. All of her feathers stood on end and she rocked her hips a bit as his release brought her back from the stare of the gods. The Shimmer shifted again and the faces of those ancient ones seemed to fade away.

But as she was left a panting, shivering mess. She knew they had been real. She had been chosen to carry the tribe's future in her belly and she didn't know if the other four had seen them as well. But it didn't matter. The ritual was complete.

She gave Koga a moment before she nuzzled his beak. "K-Koga…"

She let one arm shift around so she could rest a hand to her belly, knowing that it would be swollen with his eggs in due time. The Chieftain gave her a tired smile.

"Stay with me tonight…" He whispered to her.

She huffed. "That Rune's suggestion as well?"

He chuckled softly. "I believe she intends to share my tent as well."

"What of the other three?"

"Their duty to the tribe had been forfilled and I imagine they will want to rest."

She gave him a slight chuckle. "Ah so you mean to bed us in your tent as well."

"Heh… The night is still young and I think Rune wants to have a go with you as well." He replied.

"Well I'd not dare deny her that!" Kala answered as she gave his beak a nuzzle back.

He gently lifted her off of him and looked to the tribe. They cheered, and soon they would depart back down the mountain to their settlement where celebrations would go long into the night and even into the morning.

Rune just looked at at them with a tilt of her head and a grin. The warrior really did have ambitions of her own. But then she felt the Chieftain grip her hand and he patted her belly with the other.

The High Shaman approached them briefly and gave a nod. "Go. I will put out the incense and clean up here."

Koga gave her a nod and lead Kala back down the steps, they moved through the crowd which had already begun to pack up and leave. When they reached Rune she looked at Kala and leaned forth, nuzzling her beak against her.

"Just as strong as the fiercest owl warrior!"

"Thank you Rune." Kala replied.

The warrior just chuckled. "Don't thank me yet hunter. I fully intend to see how far that strength goes tonight. The ritual may be complete, but I've plans for you."

Kala blushed and gulped. She knew from watching that the warrior certainly could get eager in bed. She stepped up next to the Chieftain and gave a nod.

"Right, enough chat. Let's get to it."

They began to walk down the mountain path together. But Kala's eyes were drawn to the sky as she put one foot in front of the other. Rune might have been the one to push things along, but Kala suspected that it had been the gods who had chosen her and not the Chieftain. Either way Rune was right, it was time to celebrate…

To be continued…