Aditi of the Kung Paw
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Wind swept through the temple and for a brief moment, the damp smell transported him to the fields as a young kit, chasing mice through cattail and clover by the edge of the Lower Frisk. Master Aditi suddenly shook his head like a cat in the rain. Days long gone cannot touch me now.
He bent low over strange clawings on weathered bone, whiskers sweeping dust as the writings unwound their secrets and ancient curses worked into his tongue. The Emperor had forsaken him and he had wandered the wilderness without honor and without purpose. Ronin.
As dark spiraling energies rose in his throat, Aditi knew here was a purpose. Power. Not political or even physical. No, here was power at its most raw - the Power of the Breath! Drawing all his shame and anger, Aditi focused on the rough fibers collecting in his throat, his voice long silenced, his name unspoken. Let me speak it now! Kuuuuuuuuuuung PAW!
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