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| Belladonna Regulus | Sep 9 2007, 12:21 AM Post #1 |
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She walked timidly through the halls of the Dark Altar in Dhemlan, Terreille, feeling small and more insignificant than she usually was. The temple that was dedicated to the Darkness was positively massive in relation to herself. The cold stone underneath her feet wasn't exactly the most comforting thing either. Even the flame from the torch of witch-fire that was held by the Priestess in charge felt cold. Was it always like this, or was this just her nerves talking? Wearing her simplest outfit, she'd stolen away from her home just after supper. Nobody would miss her, much less notice she was gone - until she returned that was. They were always oblivious to her disappearances until she turned up a few hours later or the next day. Then she got in big trouble. She was convinced that her mother thought she was sleeping around, despite the fact that she was still a virgin. The last time her mother had tried to organize her Virgin Night, she'd kicked up a fit and locked herself in her room for a day. That had not gone over well, but it had gotten the message across. Until she was ready personally, she wasn't going to let a man near her that way. She politely refused when the Priestess offered her the small room off to the side of the Altar room so that she could prepare. She was as ready as she was going get, short of turning around and running back home. Tucking her hair back behind her ears and over her shoulders, she let the Priestess show her the proper method of preparing the brew. It was all very ceremonious, as it should be. The brew itself was a bitter concoction that left the metallic taste of the iron in her blood in her mouth. However, this was soon all but forgotten as she felt the Abyss taking her under, and the next thing she knew, she was completely surrounded by the Darkness. |
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