7 Hunting Festival - 2/?

Soon after the emergence of the great leaders the Great Shaman Sattir and his entourage of orc learners and goblin servants emerged along the great tribe road, coming straight toward the leaders, entering with clear pride in their faces.

The goblin servants walked behind the apprentices carrying several wooden barrels in their arms which were filled with paints of various colors. The Orcs apprentices who were more adventurous brought several instruments for the making of tribal paintings, each instrument was used in a different social hierarchical level of the tribe, the simpler the painting and how it was realized, the lower the hierarchical position of the one who received the painting.

As traditionally done, with the arrival of the shaman's entourage, the great leaders instigated the orcs to begin the celebration, goblins began to play the festive drums.

Everyone was getting agitated again, but they still showed their respect for those who were commanding the tribe.

The Great Shaman Sattir walks slowly, with apparent difficulty taking his old body, he walked to face the great leaders. Through the place they passed the other orcs made space and stamped on their proud faces a look of reverence. The Great Shaman was the representation of the power of nature in the tribe.

When Sattir arrives near the leaders his entourage to advance and organizes in rows in format of V, the orcs apprentices stays the closest of the great leaders and behind them, the goblins prostrate with the head lowered. The 4 warlords kneel on one knee and keep their heads raised staring at the Great Shaman.

Only Huzzar remained standing.

At that time two of the three pillars were face to face, one was the most powerful among the warriors, the one who commanded the orc army, the other was the one who blessed the orcs and cursed their enemies, the most powerful among the shamans, the nature in the tribe, the one who commanded the faith.

Maou was amazed at the whole festivity and when he realized he was looking at the aura of the two arms of the tribe, the one who represented the warriors and the one who represented the magicians, their auras were great and both were side by side looking at all.

It was very impressive the aura of the two great, even if Maou is impressed by the magnificence of Huzzar, but Maou without a shadow of doubt felt that the aura of the Great Shaman Sattir was more surprising because in his aura it was possible to feel the vibration of something different of what was present in the aura of a warrior, in that vibration it was possible, if you focus, to feel the presence of nature itself, but not of all of it, but of the earth. It was almost possible to taste and smell the earth in this aura.

The aura of Huzzar conveyed what every warrior possessed, the presence of metal and blood, yet the amount was absurdly superior, worthy of the greatest warrior of the tribe.

Maou could not stop observing the aura of the great Shaman, he felt a craving inside his being, he felt that he wanted to have an equal aura.

By observing the auras Maou did not realize that the ritual will already begin. The great Shaman had drawn with the purple and black color various symbols by the arms of the 5 leaders and at last the great leaders by themselves made some symbols in their faces, the latter being much less expressive of those that were realized by Sattir.

Sattir's orcs' apprentices began to draw on the others, the warrior orcs used yellow and orange, the symbols were less expressive, and the learners drew a few lines on the face of the orcs.

The hunter goblins were painted by the servant goblins, their paintings were an attempt to make symbols similar to those made in the other orcs, the colors used were weak, strong brown tones.

Finally, the greenhorns were painted after the warrior orcs and for them the same colors of the warriors were used, but only their faces were painted.

The Greenhorns had organized themselves by the order of their hierarchical positions, as well as all the others. Maou was eventually forced to go to the end of the line because he was the weakest among them.

When Maou's time came, the orc apprentice who was to make the symbols on him only made two lines on Maou's face, the lines flowing from the corners of his eyes and down to his jaw, remembering the line of tears streaming down his face, were only thicker because they were made by the fingers of the orc, after making this painting the orc came out with a smile at the corner of his mouth. That was humiliating, Maou could not complain, because no one would listen, he would only get with the claim to the exclusion of the big hunt and that he could not bear.

Maou took a deep breath trying to control his indignation, 'I'll remember that,' he thought with his jaw and clenched fists, his eyes locked in the orc.

The damn orc approached Rong they both exchanged a few sentences and then looked at Maou with a look of complete debauchery.

Maou saw this scene almost uncontrolled and set off for the attack, but then he felt an aura locking in him for a moment and pressure hit him almost causing him to fall to his knees on the floor. A taste of blood rises down his throat, he is holding himself as best as possible not to spit.

Surprised at what had happened Maou tries to see who did it, looking around he realizes that Sattir was looking at him.