“They took our land, they imprisoned our queen, they banned our language, they forcibly made us a colony of the United States. America says they are democratic, that is a lie! They have never been democratic with Native people! They have never been democratic with Indians! They have never been democratic with Hawaiians!”
The 7th poster for my fan fiction Black Panther/ Thundercats, “A New Master”
Stunned and agitated, Mumm-Ra let out a paralyzing scream signifying is impatience with Black Panther. Lunging himself forward with dark energy in tow, Mumm-Ra held nothing back hurling bolt after bolt of lightning at T'challa. The panther kings’ muscles rippled tightly and snapped as they released, propelling him backwards, flipping to a safe distance. A flurry of sword swipes and explosions lit up the altar room giving new life to the shadow dressed walls. Among all of the chaos, T'challa gave a brief nod to panthro to set in motion the next phase of the plan. With Mumm-Ra’s attention firmly rooted on Black Panther, Panthro could freely search for his comrades who were imprisoned below.
Once again, the walls shook as the Ancient Spirits of Evil growled in frustration of Mumm-Ra’s negligence. They protested that it was a diversion and that he was being baited. Fortunately, Mumm-Ra’s rage was far too deafening for him to focus on the warning from his masters. Just then, T'Challa let out an outburst calling to the panther goddess Bast.
“Empower me to pass through the Gateway leading to this realms’ necropolis that houses these evil spirits!” An exploding wave of energy billowed streams of colorful light in all directions, ripping the fabric of reality surrounding Black Panther as he transferred from one realm to the next. He had successfully interred into the Realm of the Dead for this reality. Just as he arrived, the gental hums of dissipating energy following his elaborate entrance was quickly drowned out by what sounded like millions of screams swelling and moving rapidly towards his position. The Ancient Spirits of Evil knew that their intruder was no ordinary warrior. Never before has a soul set foot in their realm, much less with such boldness to oppose them directly.
T'challa brings the Sword of Omens close to his lips and begins to whisper words too quiet for any to here. As he whispers, the brilliant panther eyes of Bast appear behind him. The demon Spirits rapidly grow in size, now engulfing the blood red sky above. Read more on my Facebook page Marcusthevisual