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Finally, the bondaging fragrances began to fade, and gradually the kinkoo awoke. The queen had finished her general announcement and was now content to send chemical and auditory messages that only the kizaraks could understand. Around him, apart from the presence of the foreign kipekoo, there was absolutely nothing to indicate the historic nature of the moment. While some of the kitins left the nest in a row under their lord's orders, others waited patiently for instructions. As usual in the kitin's nest, everything was perfectly choreographed, no matter how big or small the event. Yet at the same time, the kinkoo was in deep internal disorder. Indeed, the comforting state of servitude had soon given way to the dizziness of free will. His mind was in tumult, shot through with new emotions. One, particularly strange, disturbed him and affected his body. The heat of his hemolymph seemed to have taken a few degrees, his heart rate was gaining in intensity and his carapace was crossed by slight tremors. In this moment, the kinkoo had never felt so awake and free. He dreamed of victories and recognition. For the first time, he was experiencing excitement and impatience. | Finally, the bondaging fragrances began to fade, and gradually the kinkoo awoke. The queen had finished her general announcement and was now content to send chemical and auditory messages that only the kizaraks could understand. Around him, apart from the presence of the foreign kipekoo, there was absolutely nothing to indicate the historic nature of the moment. While some of the kitins left the nest in a row under their lord's orders, others waited patiently for instructions. As usual in the kitin's nest, everything was perfectly choreographed, no matter how big or small the event. Yet at the same time, the kinkoo was in deep internal disorder. Indeed, the comforting state of servitude had soon given way to the dizziness of free will. His mind was in tumult, shot through with new emotions. One, particularly strange, disturbed him and affected his body. The heat of his hemolymph seemed to have taken a few degrees, his heart rate was gaining in intensity and his carapace was crossed by slight tremors. In this moment, the kinkoo had never felt so awake and free. He dreamed of victories and recognition. For the first time, he was experiencing excitement and impatience. | ||
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| − | Kilometers above, Pü woke up just as the amber star disappeared below the horizon. The child had grown to about two metres in height. Seven years had passed since he had returned from his forced ritual exile. Seven years that had allowed his doubts to subside. Gradually, and in spite of the deep disagreement that opposed him to his father and brother, the young homin's convictions had begun to touch some members of the tribe: according to him, it was necessary to stop blindly following the precepts of the Black Cult of Ma-Duk, without disowning the Great Genitor. Moreover, despite his father's insistent requests, Looï and Grandmother Bä-Bä did not take sides and let things happen without intervening. To mark his opposition, the Black Mask had refused to allow his youngest son to receive the tattoos of merit which, in principle, came to complete the one received on return from exile by every Black Warrior. But for Pü, all that mattered little. He was not dreaming of the advent of the Happy Days, he was already living them, with his mother. For the young idealist, everything was going well, and there was nothing to suggest that under his feet, the most terrible enemy of hominkind was waking up…}} | + | Kilometers above, Pü woke up just as the amber star disappeared below the horizon. The child had grown to about two metres in height. Seven years had passed since he had returned from his forced ritual exile. Seven years that had allowed his doubts to subside. Gradually, and in spite of the deep disagreement that opposed him to his father and brother, the young homin's convictions had begun to touch some members of the tribe: according to him, it was necessary to stop blindly following the precepts of the Black Cult of Ma-Duk, without disowning the Great Genitor. Moreover, despite his father's insistent requests, Looï and Grandmother Bä-Bä did not take sides and let things happen without intervening. To mark his opposition, the Black Mask had refused to allow his youngest son to receive the tattoos of merit which, in principle, came to complete the one received on return from exile by every Black Warrior. But for Pü, all that mattered little. He was not dreaming of the advent of the Happy Days, he was already living them, with his mother. For the young idealist, everything was going well, and there was nothing to suggest that under his feet, the most terrible enemy of hominkind was waking up…. |
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