Au'Nvratyis walked into the beautiful new temple. He had never been to this city, called Arca by its inhabitants, but he had been wandering in the area and decided to pay it a visit. He quietly entered the line, his oddly shaped leather boots plodding heavily against the floors. Sure, the temple was beautiful, but it was not like Kath. The death of his people hung heavily in his mind, and he was plagued by recurring nightmares. Nightmares a Ky shouldn't be having.
When he came up to the shrine, he stood there in front of it for a few brief moments. The Kathractians were never a people of deities, but it seemed on this planet the gods actually had a presence. He kneeled in front of the shrine, removing his hat to reveal the bony crests that adorned his bald, white head, and his glasses, which concealed his black, almond shaped eyes. He felt a pang of royalty kicking him in the ribs for kneeling to something, but he was no longer a king.
He bent over, planting his crests and palms on the ground, as his hidden pair of arms crossed under his coat, the hands balling into fists. "Kio'Gr'Sh, Dailek'Rei Miz'Ky" He uttered in his language, a phrase that meant "God of Dreams, relieve this suffering king."
