#kagoor

[flowers-of-io]

Ir Anûk, Ir Halak, Balwûr, Lokaar, Ir Yût and Kagoor in Oryx's Court sipping tea from ahamkara bone china

[tobratitan]

Kagoor

When I made My Court I said, look, I am an emancipator, I am a truth-teller I must make room in My Court for joy Raising great tribute, I took council with my vanquisher worm It spoke to me — it was the speech of truth It ate of me — it was the pact I made It showed me a shape — it was the correct shape of joy Saying: this is the shape of joy, oh ruler mine Come forth, Kagoor, and be created into My Court Speak of your sport. I compel it. I will compare it to this shape. Sayeth Kagoor, World-Render, who split all moons My joy is mastery, and dominion It is the joy of rule Sayeth Kagoor, I compel the loyalty of all new flesh Huge and furious in its hunger That which may not otherwise be commanded My death is hidden in this sport I rendered my decision against her, as Oryx, Geometer of Shapes It was decided on the taste of her tribute Upon the shape of her sport Sayeth Crota, My Son I will raise new flesh that even Kagoor cannot rule. In this way I will expand Our Might That is the count of My Court, O Yul Listen to it carefully. It is my claim.