Bihotz

Kishna looked over her four youngest children with satisfaction. They were fresh back from their Trials, all four successful Necromancers, as she had foreseen. Kobari hung back as she inspected their offspring, but he was no less proud.

"You are ready," Kishna hissed with approval, looking them each in the eye. "Your blood is strong, and Mother has marked you with Her Blessing. You go now to carry out Her work in the lands that shall soon be Hers, to serve as Her Left Hand. Never forget that. Never forget what you are, and where you come from. You are my children, and you are Her's. You are Necromancers."

Her offspring began to shutter their heat pits and bend their heads in a show of deference, as they had when they were hatchlings, but she snapped her jaws with a fierce clack that sent them rearing back in surprise.

"Necromancers," she repeated. "Proud, strong, unbowed, unyielding. From now on you show deference to no one."

The four hissed and shifted, their thylacine stripping blurring the lines between them. One by one they turned and unfurled their wings, leaping forward toward unknown lands, and the holy service that awaited them.