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eshamun's lips curved at ragna's interest. pretended or genuine, the pale wolfess was polite indeed. and the ekar-aji was all too pleased to delve into the tale of molech. she was pleased to hear the other pledge her strength to their pack -- to this she gave a nod. "i welcome you then, ragna. but first i will tell you of our god. join us then, once i have given you this knowledge."

"molech," she began, "is a just god. molech has no gender; he might be male, or she might be female. our god is the eight-armed one, the bestower of benevolence. we serve with sacrifice, and in return, we are given land. sacrifice plays a great role among the malkaria; we all must give to molech. they are a god of fire, thriving upon the heat and the burning of our visions, and power is prized among us."

"to become a warrior here is to be second only to myself and the priestess. the men will serve you. but our role as females of the malkaria is to bring forth young for our pack." the woman gestured to her rounded sides. "ar-khalba, the man who accompanied the priestess and i from canaan, is a perfect example of masculinity among us."

she paused to regard ragna. "there is much more, but i wish to hear your thoughts."