(A/N):
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Guys I hope you put more comnts and power stones... Which will encourage ...
Guys I need a little help with choosing a next character template.
As For Lord Narashima it would increase slowly as the story progress.
For A template based on one of the avatar of Lord Shiva.
Well I would put a seed in this volu. But it will manifest little later into the story.
I would like to this ti choose a local deities.
--> Give all the nas you know. I would do research on them. Or you could share their story a little and their power and what they authority over.
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The small creature continued smiling.
Its golden eyes moved from one practitioner to the next.
Almost like a child deciding which toy to play with first.
The four surviving practitioners imdiately realized sothing terrifying.
The creature wasn’t looking at them with hatred.
It wasn’t angry. It wasn’t even hungry.
It was curious.
And sohow that made it far more frightening.
One of the practitioners raised a protective talisman with trembling hands.
"Stay back!"
His voice cracked.
The creature rely tilted its head.
Then the sky exploded.
A bolt of lightning tore across the heavens.
For a brief mont, the entire forest turned white.
The trees.
The spirits.
The blood-covered dolls.
The giant boar.
Everything was illuminated.
The practitioners instinctively shut their eyes.
A thunderclap followed imdiately.
BOOM!
The sound shook the forest itself.
For a few precious monts, their vision vanished completely.
Dark spots danced before their eyes.
Their ears rang.
They desperately tried to regain their bearings.
But the creature had no intention of waiting.
No intention of fighting honorably.
No intention of announcing its attack.
The wide grin on its face sohow grew larger.
Like a mischievous child who had just discovered a wonderful ga.
Then it moved.
Fast.
Far faster than any of the practitioners could follow.
The forest filled with movent.
Branches shook.
Leaves scattered.
Panicked cries echoed through the clearing.
The surviving practitioners desperately began reciting mantras.
Protective symbols flared around them.
Charms activated.
Barriers appeared.
One after another.
Yet the creature seed to slip through every defense.
Not breaking them. Not destroying them.
Simply appearing where it shouldn’t have been.
Like a nightmare ignoring the rules of reality.
A scream echoed through the forest.
Then another. Then silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
The giant boar remained motionless.
The spirits remained kneeling.
None of them interfered.
The judgnt was already underway.
Finally, one practitioner managed to blink away the lingering blindness caused by the lightning.
His vision slowly returned.
Shapes beca clear again.
The trees.
The fire.
The clearing.
Then his eyes widened in horror.
The other three practitioners were gone.
Or rather...
They lay scattered around the clearing.
Motionless.
Their ritual tools lay abandoned beside them.
Broken talismans littered the ground.
Half-finished protective circles glowed faintly before fading away.
The battle had ended before it truly began.
The surviving practitioner’s breathing beca rapid.
His heart pounded against his chest.
"No..."
He staggered backward.
"No..."
His companions had been powerful.
Experienced.
n who had survived dangers that would have killed ordinary practitioners many tis over.
Yet whatever had happened here had happened so quickly that none of them had even managed to properly defend themselves.
Then he heard it.
A soft humming sound.
Almost cheerful.
Slowly. Very slowly.
The practitioner turned around.
"...."
The creature sat atop a fallen log.
Swinging its legs.
As if it were an innocent child enjoying a pleasant evening.
Its golden eyes t his.
And it smiled.
Not a threatening smile. Not an angry smile.
A happy smile.
The kind one might give an old friend.
The practitioner’s blood ran cold.
Because sohow...
That smile frightened him more than all the horrors he had witnessed that night.
The creature pointed toward the blood-covered dolls.
Then toward the distant direction of Trivenivrata.
Its voice sounded playful.
"You buried things in the land that didn’t belong to you."
The practitioner couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t move.
Couldn’t think.
The creature hopped down from the log.
Chains softly echoed from sowhere behind it.
Ching...
Ching...
The giant boar’s glowing eyes watched silently.
The spirits remained kneeling.
And for the first ti since entering Trivenivrata, the surviving practitioner understood a terrifying truth.
They had spent months believing they were infiltrating the kingdom.
But perhaps...
They had been noticed the mont they crossed its borders.
The lone surviving practitioner stumbled backward.
His remaining eye was wide with terror.
Before him lay the remains of his companions.
n he had worked alongside for years.
n who had survived dangerous rituals, hostile spirits, and cursed lands.
Now they were dead.
And the one responsible stood before him.
A small figure.
No larger than a ten-year-old child.
Smiling. That smile.
That horrible smile.
The creature seed completely unbothered by the carnage around him.
Instead, he tilted his head and turned toward the giant boar.
His golden eyes blinked innocently.
"Why are you just standing there?"
His voice carried genuine curiosity.
"As if you’re not going to do anything."
The monstrous boar remained where it stood.
Its glowing yellow eyes briefly shifted toward him.
Then it let out a low grunt.
The chains adorning its legs softly rang.
Ching...
Ching...
A mont later, a woman’s voice erged from the divine beast.
Ancient.
Regal.
Powerful.
The kind of voice that made even spirits lower their heads.
"Why should I dirty my hands?"
The boar’s eyes rested upon the bodies scattered throughout the clearing.
Then upon the child-sized creature.
"Soone is already enjoying it."
For the first ti, the creature paused.
He blinked.
Then looked around at the scene.
"...."
The torn bodies. The terrified survivor.
The blood-covered clearing.
Slowly, a grin spread across his face.
An embarrassed grin.
A proud grin.
A grin that imdiately confird the boar’s accusation.
The divine beast snorted.
"...."
A cloud of mist escaped its nostrils.
-WHOOSH!
The spirits kneeling throughout the forest seed almost amused.
Because they knew him.
His na.
His reputation.
A na whispered among wandering spirits and cursed forests.
Karichathan.
A kuttichattan variant.
A mischievous supernatural being.
A creature who delighted in tornting the wicked.
And a being whose gas were rarely survived by those chosen to play them.
Karichathan scratched the back of his head.
"Hehehe..."
"I was only having a little fun."
The boar’s chains softly rattled.
The female voice sounded unconvinced.
"A little fun."
Karichathan ignored the sarcasm.
"...."
Instead, his attention suddenly shifted back toward the final surviving practitioner.
The man imdiately froze.
Karichathan’s smile widened.
Far too wide.
The kuttichattan pointed at him.
For several monts, nobody moved.
Then Karichathan suddenly crouched.
Like a child preparing to start a race.
The terrified practitioner took an unconscious step backward.
Karichathan giggled.
-Giggle!
Then pointed deeper into the darkness.
"Run."
The practitioner didn’t move.
Fear had rooted him in place.
Karichathan tilted his head.
"Run."
The grin grew larger.
"Run."
Then he suddenly began bouncing excitedly on his feet.
"Run!"
"Run!"
"RUN!"
The last word echoed throughout the forest.
The practitioner finally snapped.
Survival instincts took over.
He turned and fled.
Branches slapped against his face.
Roots tore at his feet.
He ran faster than he ever had in his life.
Behind him ca the sound of laughter.
"-Kekekeke!!!"
Childlike laughter. Joyful laughter.
The laughter of Karichathan.
The practitioner dared not look back.
He only ran.
Then—A blur crossed his path.
Sothing flashed through the darkness.
A sharp pain exploded through his body.
The practitioner scread.
"-Ahhhhh!!!"
One of his arms spun away into the darkness.
Blood sprayed across the forest floor.
Before he could react, another flash crossed his face.
Agony consud him.
His world suddenly lost half its vision.
His left eye was gone.
The scream that followed echoed through the forest.
Karichathan stood several feet away.
Still smiling.
Still looking pleased with himself.
The practitioner collapsed to his knees.
Blood poured from his wounds.
He looked up in terror.
"...."
Karichathan waved cheerfully.
Almost like a child saying goodbye to a friend.
Then the kuttichattan lazily scratched the air with one finger.
The world distorted.
The forest twisted.
The blood rain vanished.
The spirits disappeared.
The giant boar disappeared.
Everything shattered like glass.
The practitioner felt himself being violently pulled away.
His scream faded into the distance.
Monts later—
He crashed onto hard ground.
Rolling several tis before coming to a stop.
When he finally raised his head, confusion filled his face.
The forest was gone.
The clearing was gone.
Trivenivrata was nowhere in sight.
He was hundreds of miles away.
Far beyond the kingdom’s borders.
Far beyond the forests he had infiltrated.
The surviving practitioner sat there trembling.
One arm gone. One eye gone.
His entire body shaking.
And for the first ti in many years, he understood the difference between escaping...
And being allowed to leave.
Back within the forest, Karichathan watched the empty space where the man had vanished.
Then he turned toward the giant boar.
"He ran."
The boar snorted.
Ching...
Ching...
The female voice carried a hint of amusent.
"Of course he did."
Karichathan grinned hearing the amused tone.
"He’ll tell everyone."
The giant boar’s glowing eyes slowly shifted toward the distant direction of Trivenivrata.
"That was the intention."
Around them, countless spirits lowered their heads once more.
And deep within the silent forest, the chains softly echoed through the darkness.
Ching...
Ching...
Ching...
The forest had fallen silent once more.
The blood rain had stopped.
The spirits that had filled the woods monts ago were slowly fading into countless motes of light.
One by one, they disappeared into the night.
So offered a final bow toward the giant boar.
Others smiled peacefully before vanishing.
For many of them, it was the first ti in decades they had felt justice.
Soon only two figures remained in the clearing.
"...."
"...."
The giant divine boar.
And Karichathan.
The kuttichattan sat upon a fallen tree trunk, swinging his legs back and forth like an ordinary child.
The scene would have looked innocent.
If not for the fact that four powerful tantra practitioners lay dead nearby.
Karichathan humd cheerfully while tossing a pebble into the darkness.
The giant boar watched him for several monts.
Then it snorted.
A cloud of warm mist escaped its nostrils.
The chains adorning its legs softly rang.
Ching...
Ching...
The yellow glow in its eyes narrowed.
Then the familiar female voice erged.
Calm. Ancient.
Yet carrying the authority of a goddess.
"You were not supposed to be here."
Karichathan continued swinging his legs.
"...."
As if he had heard nothing.
The boar’s eyes narrowed further seeing how annoying the little guy is.
"I know you heard ."
The kuttichattan finally looked up.
His wide grin remained firmly in place.
"Oh, I heard."
The boar took a step forward.
The ground beneath its hooves trembled slightly.
"This is not your ti."
The grin on Karichathan’s face weakened ever so slightly.
"...."
Only for a mont. Then it returned.
The female voice continued.
"Your appearance belongs to a future yet to arrive."
The forest beca still.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Even the wind seed to listen.
"I was entrusted with this land."
The chains softly echoed.
Ching...
"I was entrusted with Devaratha."
Another step.
The spirits that still lingered at the edge of the forest imdiately lowered their heads.
"I blessed him."
"I watch over him."
"I will watch over his descendants."
"I watch over the path he walks."
The glowing eyes fixed themselves upon Karichathan.
-Gleam!
"So tell . Why are you here?"
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(Author note:)
I hope you guys give your opinion and idea’s.
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New Template:
But it will manifest little later into the story.
I would like to this ti choose a local deities.
--> Give all the nas you know. I would do research on them. Or you could share their story a little and their power and what they authority over.
Don’t forget to review guys...
Guys I have a new fic which nad: Karuppan: King of Openings.
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