Sun Mote Copse yellow ranger

a tight breath shuddered the length of ragna's body, and eshamun felt an answering wave of grief in her own veins, but focused upon the pearlfurred woman in her arms. surely molech would soothe her, as the god did for the ekar-aji. she nodded, focusing upon the verdancy of the summertime growth roundabout them. "of course," the scarlet woman murmured.

"our mother goddess is inanna, and in her service are those who do not cleave to either male nor female, but claim both, or none at all. these are the kurgarru, the warriors and interim between the mortals and the gods. many individuals from all places come to canaan to lie with the kurgarru, or to touch them, for they are so holy even the hairs upon their bodies bring favour."

"the kurgarru were created by the god enki from sacred earth, and given life that they may spread the glory of inanna. in canaan, we had a priestess who was neither male nor female. i did not meet this wolf, for it was before i was born, but molech had never smiled so warmly upon the malkaria as when the kurgarru was in service among us."