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Ripples From My Mane By Gwydion78

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Chapter 2

Ryan couldn't put his finger on how long he'd been there, in the new world he'd fallen into. His friends and family were memories, their faces vague shapes in his mind, their voices mostly remembered through phrases they commonly used. The temple, the building he'd arrived there in, was still lost somewhere in the woods, and he often chided himself for not getting his surroundings when he first emerged from it, or marking the area, or doing something.

Then again, it wasn't like he had a lot of time to search lately. Being a god was a lot harder than cartoons implied it'd be. Instead of constantly being fanned by nubile women and fed grapes while he casually lounged on a glowing chaise lounge, he'd somehow turned into a cross between a lion and a man and thought about hunting more than he thought about sex.

The funny thing was that he hardly ate what he caught anymore. Most of his hunts were focused on a large elk-like creature, and over the last few... months maybe? Well, his record with it was evenly split, he'd guess, the thing getting away from him as often as he'd catch it, and as it was the only source of entertainment that felt satisfying, he let it go when he did take it down.

What troubled him was that he didn't feel like hunting anything else. Bitter rats and ringtails didn't stoke his appetite anymore. Nothing much did, really. He only seemed to get hungry maybe once a month, and the hunger pangs would be so intense he couldn't leave his camp. Luckily either catpeople or foxpeople or the occasional bearperson would arrive with a bounty of food for him to eat, he'd show them how to make a trap or properly track something or stalk prey, whatever he'd picked up himself from his daily hunts of the elk-thing, which he'd jokingly named Bambus, and they'd leave.

He still wanted to go home, but he had to admit that it wasn't a bad life.

And then came the night that he was horribly famished and it took three of the catpeople to bring him his offering.

Only the offering wasn't a heap of hunted animals, it was another catperson. A trembling, terrified catperson. He, definitely a he, as he had been stripped, was sputtering words at the three who held him, and forced him on his knees. They said the normal platitudes that he mostly understood as his name, well "Urion", what was the word for offering, for god, were they really offering a live sacrifice to him? Well screw that.

"No. *No*." He strode to the three and pushed them gently back, putting himself between the "offering" and the ones who'd brought him. "Uh... Grex lek!" He pointed at the smaller one. "Not food! Grex lek! Uh..." He tried to remember other words Gren had said. "Urion tahna!" That got their attention, and they seemed just as scared as the smaller one now. He pointed away from the camp, and when they didn't get the idea, he roared at them.

And they tore ass into the night, which he'll admit he had a healthy chuckle at. Turning around, he looked at the still trembling cat, which he could see was closer to a tiger, and knelt down to meet his eyes. "It's alright. You're okay. I'm not going to eat you." He grumbled. "I gotta learn your language, I don't even know what I said to your buddies there. Then again, you don't understand me, so I'm guessing you're just assuming I'm saying something in a divine language and..." He chuckled again. "Wow, it's been a long time since I talked to anyone, you realize that? Usually you guys drop off food, I get to talk to you all for a few minutes, then you're gone and I'm here alone again. Not that I mind most days and..."

The tiger only blinked at him, but at least he didn't smell as terrified.

"Okay, you can go if you want." He got up and out of the tiger's way, motioning to the same direction the other cats had gone in. "Grex tahna." That seemed to calm down Gren when he'd met him. At that, the tiger seemed relieved as well, but he didn't move.

"I can't help but notice you're still here." He grumbled again, looking at the tiger. "Okay, I don't know how to tell you that you're free to go, and I'd rather not traumatize you by roaring at you or something, but I'm *starving* right now and I'm much rather not eat you. What's your name, anyway?"

No response. So he pointed at himself. "Urion." And then he pointed at the tiger with an expression that implied he wanted an answer.

The tiger tapped his chest. "Akai." He looked skittish, and started speaking, and he caught "Urion" so he was talking to him, and the tiger sniffed the air a few times during it. At the end it looked at him inquisitively, so he assumed he was asked a question of some sort. Having no idea what to do, he nodded, as at least that gesture had spread, and the tiger seemed relieved, but still didn't leave.

Not knowing what else to do, he made the decision to lie in the remnants of his tent, figuring he could sleep off the hunger, or go hunting or fishing in the morning. And then he started to feel *good*, really *really* good, like someone was giving him an amazing...

He tilted his head up to find the tiger's head buried in his groin, a rough tongue slathering over his enlarged, engorged lioncock, and he wanted to tell the tiger to stop because while he was okay with two guys doing whatever they wanted to do in bed, he wasn't really the type to...

"Oh shit... Oh *fuck*..." And now the tiger was sinking himself onto the fiercely erect phallus of the lionman, the tightness something he'd never imagined, the sensations of sexual pleasure far too stimulating for him to find words other than grunts, growls, and the occasional profanity. It had been months, well more than a year or two, honestly, well, to be absolutely honest four years if handies didn't count, and he was sure that his face was crossed with a practically dopey grin.

Well, there was such a thing as situational bisexuality or something, right? Happened in prisons and he was pretty isolated out here, so it was kinda like prison and... And...

His eyes rolled back as he came, the only thing going through his mind being how thankful he was that this Akai was relieving an immense tension he wasn't even aware had been that pent up. He wanted to reach toward the tiger, only to find him thrashing and ejaculating all over his tawny chest, but that wasn't all. Muscle was packing onto the tiger's frame, his shoulders broadening, definition showing everywhere, strength and speed and, well, he had to admit that he kinda looked hot, especially as his pointed feline tigerdick twitched as it swelled up a few more inches.

Had he done that? Usually he'd help the people become better hunters after an offering but... had he *made* Akai into a better hunter?

"Good. Feel good."

Wait, did he understand him?

The tiger touched his muzzle, and looked at Ryan. "You. You give god speech me?"

Well, not perfectly. "Can you understand me?"

Akai furrowed his brow, still seated on the lion's crotch, but he nodded reluctantly. "Some. Small word yes." He looked at himself in shock, flexing muscles. "You give gift. Make Akai strong. Akai not good. No..." He searched for the word. "De serve?"

"Why not? I mean, I don't really..." He helped the tiger off him, though his groin was rather eager to go again. Oddly, he wasn't hungry anymore. "Where was the food? The offering?"

"Akai offering."

"I could see that. Why was Akai offering?"

The tiger looked down in shame. "Akai not good." He motioned to the lion's crotch. "Born bad. Not like others. No make cub."

Wait. Wait wait wait wait wait.

"You're gay?" It'd explain why it hopped right on his dick. "Uh. You like males, not females?"

He nodded. "Akai bad."

"*No*. Akai not bad. I don't want you thinking you're bad." Now he was a little pissed, honestly. "They were going to sacrifice you to me just because you're..."

"No fast. Not..." He concentrated. "Understand?"

"Akai good hunter. I teach you. You tell them Urion keep Akai. No hurt those like you or Urion angry. Very angry. Then Akai come back. Akai stay with Urion."

Because if Akai could understand English maybe he could learn the language here a lot faster. He'd have to make it clear that what happened was a one-time thing, though. He obviously didn't have a problem with gay people, but he didn't want to lead the tiger on. Besides, both of them had had one hell of a night, though Akai was probably having a better one than he expected seeing as he was supposed to be eaten and instead ended up packing on about a hundred and fifty pounds of muscle and a pretty big dick.

It'd be nice to teach someone everything he knew about hunting, have someone to talk to, he had to admit he was likely getting close to going a little nuts out here. He'd started chatting with Bambus the last time he caught him and that was an elk. Besides, with someone around, he could ask about the temple, see if Akai knew where it was, all of that. Maybe it wouldn't be too long until he finally got home with one hell of a story to tell.

Akai returned the following morning, carrying a leather sack filled with offerings that Ryan was more used to. The next few weeks were largely spent exercising quid pro quo, with Ryan pointing at various things and learning the words for them, as well as trying to figure the syntax, while Akai was taught various stalking techniques, most of which required all his new muscle and speed to accomplish, but Ryan did feel a flush of pride whenever Akai managed to do it right. Most of his lessons were conducted during his hunts of Bambus, and that day's lesson was no exception. They pair stayed low in the tall grass, staying downwind, creeping forward as smoothly as possible to not lose their position. The lunge would be taken by Ryan, of course, as he was faster and stronger, but the hunt had taken the better part of a day, as it often did with difficult prey.

The elk had a fair share of bare patches in its fur by now, having been taken down so many times, and Ryan had to admit he had a couple sore spots here and there from the elk as well. But still, when he collided with it, wrestled it to the ground, matching his strength against the elk's, power against power, will versus will, the heat of their bodies from the exertion of their dance of life and death, he never felt more alive. When he finally locked his jaws on the elk's neck, Bambus calmed, accepting defeat, and Ryan released, as he always did, the elk running off into the woods. He turned over onto his back, looking up at the sky, catching his breath, bruised, battered, and victorious.

"It is always an honor to watch the sacred hunt." Akai knelt by him, his words a mix of English and the native language, which Ryan learned was called Clun, but since the syntax of both languages was so similar, it was easy enough to mix them together.

"I don't know if I'd call it sacred." Ryan had to admit his lion's mouth was better suited to Clun, but he didn't consider himself fluent. "It's just Bambus and I having our daily match."

"But you always win. And you always let him go. You are the god of the hunt, and he is your companion, in a way. You are the predator, he the prey. One cannot exist without the other."

"I don't really think I'm a god, Akai."

The tiger took place next to the lion, and took Ryan's paw, placing it on his chiseled muscles. "Only one of the gods could grant a gift such as this."

Well, the tiger was pretty ripped now, he had to admit, but he didn't see how taking it in the ass from a lion would put on all that muscle. Then again, he still had no idea how he'd been turned into a lion himself in the first place. All he knew was that he was hungry. Terribly hungry. But then again, hunting prey and not eating it had that effect on him. "We should go back, finish off the latest batch of offerings."

"Urion." The tiger's paw was drifting down his chest. "I believe you hunger for something else."

He leaned his head forward to see he was, in fact, fiercely erect again. "We shouldn't, probably. I don't want you to get the wrong idea."

"You are the god of the hunt, and you chose me, protected those like me. You are in need of something I can give." The tiger straddled his waist, the lion feeling himself being guided under the tiger's tail, and he swore he could feel the earth beneath him trembling in anticipation. As the big cat sunk downward, Akai's eyes closed in erotic and religious bliss, and Ryan tried to reach for him, tell him it wasn't needed, but the rush of pleasure from his entering of the tiger cut off his words again.

All about him he could feel, literally *feel* the various life that scampered through the trees, the grass, fly through the sky and burrowed in the earth. The great predator god was currently at peace, occupied with mating, so the time was right to do the same, replenish the stock of prey, continue the cycle and expansion of life. Ryan could feel it all, and the part he played in it, the herd to be culled, the sick, slow, old, and weak that had run past their time and now served to feed those that kept the balance. The woods around him began to echo with the sounds of mating, the scents of it, which only drove him onward as his hips started to grind at the tiger's ass. *His* tiger's ass.

"Mine... You're mine, Akai. Only mine." He pumped his hips faster, his mind overwhelmed not by the stimulation of the sex and the flood of sensations from all around him, but more that he could handle all of it, that his consciousness seemed to expand to welcome all of it in, to give his blessing to everything that happened around him. He pounded Akai harder, faster, giving in to his bestial impulses, wanting to cum like a lion. No, cum like a god.

When he found the edge of his climax, he didn't linger, he charged forward, into ecstasy he didn't know could exist, as if he was feeling the crest of every male that was mating along with him, meeting his pace, continuing on the cycle of life. The roar that thundered out of him echoed through the heavens, the earth seeming to shake beneath him.

Urion came.

Akai followed suit, unable to resist, nor wanting to, exulting in his god's delight, feeling divine bliss surging through him, carrying him along on Urion's pleasured journey. It seemed to last minutes, hours, days, a season, he didn't know, but when they both finally faded back into full consciousness, Akai was collapsed on the lion in a heap, chest heaving, the night sky filled with stars.

For a time, the only sound was their breathing, labored at first from the exertion, but soon calming to a steady, relaxed rhythm. The tiger rested his head upon the god's chest, feeling it rise and fall, the pulse of his heart echoing in Akai's ears. "You are... I do not know word to describe you."

Urion patted the tiger's head gently. "I don't know how to describe me. I mean... I feel *everything*, Akai. I feel your pulse, hear your blood rushing, I can smell, no... No, I can sense so much around me. I don't know what's happening to me, or why, but..." A grin crossed his face. "It just feels *good*. I almost don't want to go home."

"Home?" The tiger maneuvered to better converse. "But... you are of this land."

"No." He'd been afraid of having to tell someone this. "No, I'm not. I'm from another world, Akai. I don't know how I got here, but I didn't look like this at all when I arrived. I was shorter, smaller, weaker, I was something called human. I don't suppose you've got humans here?"

"He-you-man." The tiger concentrated a moment, letting the words mingle in his mind, seeking any form of familiarity before he shook his head. "I know not that word, Urion."

"Yeah, uh... My name's Ryan." It just felt weird saying that name, considering he was still aware of so much life around him, of so much easy prey that would be a simple jaunt to take down and... "Urion is just a..." He wanted to say "misunderstanding", but it didn't *feel* like a misunderstanding. It felt right, truthfully. "It's not my real name. I'm not from this world."

Akai nodded, much to his surprise. "The Sky'wen are not of this world. Many know this. Urion is of the Sky'wen Cru'danna." He pointed upward. "The Eternal Ones."

"You think I came from the sky." He had to hmph at that, even though he felt a twinge of guilt as it was a mocking of his beliefs, but he didn't want anyone thinking he was a god. That was how problems tended to start in the stories he'd heard, or seen on, uh... something. He could remember the image perfectly, of a large screen with moving pictures and sound and... Fuck, what was the name?

"No." Akai pointed upward again, particularly at a grouping of stars. "Sky'wen Crudanna."

"I take it those are constellations?" The stars certainly looked different, and none of the grouping were the same, though a couple seemed familiar. "Uh, stars that you connect the dots and they look like things?"

Akai sighed, pointing again at a blank patch in the stellar field. "Urion."

He blinked at that. "There's nothing there, Akai."

The tiger nuzzled him gently. "Because Urion has come to us, to help us learn to hunt, to cull the herd but not be too greedy, to be clever as well as swift and strong."

Ryan could feel his loins stirring again, but he resisted. "Akai, I'm not a god. I don't want you believing something that isn't true."

Akai smiled, straddling the lion's waist again. "I belong to Urion, Urion decreed it, it is done, it is so. I know not this 'god' word, I know believe. I believe in Urion." Already the tiger was sinking onto his length again. "If Urion was he-you-man before, then Urion he-you-man before. Urion now Sky'wen Cru'danna, and I believe in all of Urion, past, present, future."

Ryan was already losing his ability to resist, inwardly cursing himself for getting erect again, though his body was all too prepared to mate Akai until the world crashed down. "Akai." He had to ask while he could still think straight. "Do you know of a temple? A large open area where the Sky'wen Cru'danna are worshipped, maybe? It'd be hidden, inside. I'm trying to..."

He growled lustily. Fuck, that tiger's ass had no right to be that tight. "I'm trying to find it. Akai, we should stop, I'm not gay."

"I not know this word."

"A male who has sex with males. Like you."

The tiger ran his claws softly through the thick ruff of chestfur on the lion's torso. "I prefer males, yes. But Urion not male, or female. Urion is Sky'wen Cru'danna. Urion is beyond male and female."

Ryan wanted to refute that particular argument, but his body was far too stimulated to even want to stop. How could he already be ready to go again? It had been a while since he'd had sex before this, but even then he had needed at least an hour to "reload". He could feel his mind sinking back into the previous trance, his awareness spreading out from his mind like ripples cascading from a thrown stone. It was so much more than just sex, he could feel every mote of Akai, his utter devotion, his gratitude for saving him from his clan, his deepening feelings, the sheer awe he felt at gazing down on his god. Ryan felt his phallus jump and start its climax, but he remained on the high plateau of sensation.

Orgasm was just... a simply physical delight, now. There was so much more to experience, to feel, to give and take from the world he'd found himself in, the world that called him Urion.

He trembled, and felt the earth tremble with him. "I don't want to leave, Akai." It was so sudden, instinctual, but he knew it was his voice, his wish, his desire. It had been dwelling in the back corners of his mind for weeks, stoked with every hunt, every kill, ever takedown of Bambus, every offering he accepted with pride and every lesson and blessing he granted to those who sought him out and proved themselves worthy.

And now, on his back in the middle of a field, under the stars and with Akai, his most devoted, most worthy atop him, he found himself not only able to say the words, but wanting to, accepting of the responsibility. "I... I am Urion." He thrust harder, driven on by his acceptance as well as the delectable carnality of his follower. "I am Urion!"

When he came again, he bellowed a roar that he swore shook the heavens. "I AM URION OF THE SKY'WEN CRU'DANNA!"

It was days afterward before he realized he hadn't spoken English since that night. Conversation grew much easier with Akai, as well as with those that brought offerings. It was easy to settle into a routine, really, with offerings brought by different clans on every phase of the moon, and he'd offer advice and blessings, save the full moon, where he and Akai would mate from dusk until dawn. Akai was always ready and eager when Urion's "hunger" took a different tack, and most other nights Urion learned of the other clans, the stories Akai knew, as well as newer stories spread amongst the clans.

Most of the stories were pertaining to him and his great battles with Bambus, though they were always a bit exaggerated for his taste, and the stories were often told by appointed lorekeepers, a position that had one singular qualification: the desire of a male to bed another male. At first, they merely told stories, accepted Urion's gratitude for the tale, then left. As the months went by though, Urion found himself feeling, well, "hungry" when the lorekeepers would visit. On the night a member of the wolf clan visited, and regaled him with a thrilling tale of the God of the Hunt, something changed.

"And with a mighty thunderous roar, Urion split the heavens before the cowardly Tigron, and declared that all Akai were and are born with his favor. And thus, we protect the Akai and keep the protected and sacred, keepers of the hallowed tales of the Sky'wen Cru'danna." The wolf then bowed gratefully, smelling of intense arousal, but the lion was focused on something else.

"All Akai?" He pointed to the tiger, whose head rested in his lap. "He is Akai."

"Yes, the First Akai, Eternal One. The Akai are those who forsake the womb once we are born from it, and emulate the First Akai, as we have been blessed from birth by the Sky'wen Cru'danna." The wolf shuddered with arousal, his erection engorged and dribbling freely onto the earth below him. "Nightly, we give our thanks for your protection and blessing, though not this night for me, as I was honored with the journey to give you the tales of my clan."

"He wishes you to mate him." Akai smiled up at him, speaking in English, the only reason he could remember the language at all. "He tells falsehood, it has been far longer for him than one night since he thanked you properly." The tiger lapped at the lion's groin, which reacted to the attention. "Mount him, if you desire."

"Present, Lupran. I shall grant you the blessing you seek."

Urion had to stifle a laugh at just how quickly the wolf scrabbled into a submissive position, tail raised, ass high in the air. He smirked at Akai, and nodded. "Prepare yourself, as you will sate me afterward."

The tiger nodded dutifully as Urion took position behind the wolf. It was almost mechanical, really, just a push in and steady pumping of his hips. He preferred it with Akai, to be perfectly honest, but at least he'd be filling the tiger again as soon as he gave the wolf his reward for a series of thrilling tales. The lorekeeper of the Lupran Clan was mostly howling as the god had barely fit inside him, forcing the wolf's rump to accommodate through exercise of divine privilege. He was already thrashing as he flooded the earth under him with his seed, declaring his undying devotion to Urion and to tell tales of the god's virility. Urion granted him his seed, sent him on his way, and spent the remainder of the night giving the same to Akai.

Following that, every phase of the moon seemed to bring another lorekeeper eager to be mounted by the god if his stories were good enough, and if Urion found them entertaining, and received a nod from Akai, he gave it to them. It was never as enjoyable as it was with the tiger, honestly, but what struck him about it was something he brought up to Akai many moons afterward, after sending the lorekeeper of the Equeon Clan staggering home.

"Why has the Tigron Clan never sent a lorekeeper, Akai?" They were under one of the trees in his clearing, the tiger moving slow on his cock, his breathing heavy, labored.

"I am the lorekeeper of the Tigron Clan, Urion. A new one will be coming with the next full moon, though."

That gave Urion pause, slowing his thrusting. "Why would they send a new lorekeeper? I don't want another one, I want you." He gently nuzzled the tiger, something he'd started doing lately to wake him, as Akai had been sleeping a lot lately. He rarely came when they mated anymore, but he always seemed to feel better after feeling the lion release inside him.

"I am not Sky'wen Cru'danna, Urion." He winced, his pulse racing, breathing ragged. "I am of culling age."

Urion stopped thrusting, looking into the tiger's rheumy eyes, his face a bit gaunt, his fur thinned, muscle sagging around his body, his smell that of... of prey. Old and sick.

"No. No." He nuzzled the tiger again. "I will make you young again, strong. You are mine. *Mine*. My Akai. I will accept no other." How long had they been there in that clearing, taking offerings and going through the many moons as hearing the stories and... Had it been that long? That many years? How could Akai had gotten old without him noticing? How could he sense and feel everything around him but be blind to the growing frailty of Akai?

It was no matter, he'd fix it. He would focus and make a godly decree that Akai would be eternal, just like him. He'd be young and strong and stay with him because that's how it was. Urion and his Akai. That's how it was! He smiled to the tiger, nodded as he picked up his thrusting again, remembering when he made the cat big and strong so long ago.

"Urion." The tiger leaned his head against the lion. "Talu'stin Urion cru'danna. I have wanted to say that to you since you first protected me. Talu'stin Urion cru'danna." Akai smiled, exhaled, and leaned heavily into him.

I will love Urion eternally.

The tiger went still.

"No." He set Akai down on the earth, the tiger not moving, not breathing, a grateful smile on his face.

"NO!" He roared, but there was no answer save the fearful shrieks of prey. "No! You're supposed to be eternal, to stay by my side! Wake up! Live! I command you to! One of the Sky'wen Cru'danna has commanded you Akai! Be eternal! I demand it! You're not supposed to leave me! Get up NOW!"

And he wept. For minutes, days, hours, centuries, he wept, solitude all he knew long after Akai's body had given in to the ages. Offerings lay ignored, stories unheard, lorekeepers shunned away to leave him in his grief, Akai the only one who knew him truthfully, sincerely, that understood him, advised him, granted him solace and peace. After moons, seasons, he chanced a look upward, toward the Eternal Ones who had denied him his demand, toward the empty patch in the field of stars, wanting to gaze upon the void that Akai told him was his home.

Only it wasn't empty. A faint trace of starlight dwelt there, which came into focus the harder he stared into it, a vague outline of a tiger.

He'd been made eternal, part of the stars, always looking down on him, always there for him, just like he wanted. He sat beneath his tree, seething in anger at the unfairness of it all, his aggression seeping into the earth, into the predators of the world that were under his purview. It became a cycle of anger, culminating in the full moon, where the light would drown out his view of Akai among the stars, and he would roar his anger until the new moon emerged and the tiger was plainly in view, almost whispering to him to be calm. But the moon would grow bright, Akai would grow quiet, and it would begin again.

It was on the night of the new moon that someone entered his clearing. It was a tiger, dressed in bronze-looking armor, the plate splattered with blood, a sharp sword at his side, the cat smelling of violence and death as he knelt in the clearing, offering up a rolled piece of parchment. Urion snorted as he emerged into the view, the tiger steeling himself to remain calm and still.

"Who are you?" He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually spoken.

The tiger's voice was accented strangely, and it took a few seconds to push through the dialect to understand his words. "I am Printus Fo'lex. Chosen Akai of the Tigron Empire, great Urion. Our nation has suffered many blows but we have emerged victorious in rekindling your name."

The tiger found himself pinned, muzzle to muzzle with the god. "The chosen *what*?"

"The Akai, great Urion. Most favored, he who exemplifies the virtues of the strongest of the Sky'wen Cru'danna." The tiger didn't seem frightened at all, almost satisfied, actually.

"You are a lorekeeper, then." Urion snorted again, getting off the tiger and returning to his spot under the tree. "I have no need of lorekeepers."

"No, the storytellers are not worthy of your presence, this is known." Printus seemed confused.

"You are a great hunter, then?"

"A warrior, chosen by the priests of your temple. I have slain many of your enemies, personally, and led armies in your name to glorify the Sky'wen of War, the great Urion." He bowed his head again. "The Tigron Empire is aware we are your favored people, as the First Akai was born of us."

"Your clan wanted him *DEAD*!" He slammed the tiger into a tree, the armor the only thing that spared his life. "For nothing more than desiring a male."

Printus coughed several times, some blood coming up. "Great Urion, the Akaian are revered in the Tigron Empire..." He coughed again, sputtering. "I count myself among their number."

At that, Printus was dropped, coughing and hacking but slowly regaining his breath. "Forgive me if you feel I have insulted the First Akai. He is..." He coughed again, and pointed up at the field of stars. "We count him as the patron of our empire."

Urion sagged. "It would appear I have been away too long. What is it you want, Printus? What can I do for those who revere my Akai?"

"The Ursonus, great Urion, we wish to annihilate every last one of them in the glory of your name."