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you fool, you .wanderer.; x. Offering
Topic Started: Sep 9 2007, 06:24 PM (191 Views)
Draconis Antenshi
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He had sworn that he would never venture back to the Dea Al Mon. There were too many shadows, too many secrets. And yet, here he was, walking into the Dark Altar near his hometown to make his Offering, and he'd been convinced by two girls. He wouldn't even go so far as to call them women, though they were both way past girlhood. No, they way they had acted in trying to convince him had made them look like little girls trying to convince their mother to buy them a new puppy. He'd just had to shake his head and comply, otherwise they would never have left him alone.

Being that he was a Dea Al Mon native, he hadn't had much trouble getting back into the Woods. Of course, the guards who had let him through had likely recognized him and had run off to tell his mother. There were not many Eyrien/Dea Al Mon mutts native to the forests, so even if he'd changed in appearance, it would not have helped much. Now, he'd have to go visit his mother before he left, otherwise she'd be upset that he had not stopped by. He'd deal with that later though.

When the Priestess led him into the altar room, he pulled his hair out of the ponytail he'd had it in and stripped off his tunic so that he was bare to the waist, exposing the tattoos that covered his body. They had been his last act of rebellion before he left. The intricate tribal pattern covered his chest and torso, back, and arms from the base of his neck to his wrists to halfway down his thighs.

His stunning blue eyes sparkled brighter when the Priestess gave him a look of suppressed horror when she saw the pattern of tattoos. He got that reaction a lot. Not many people could understand how or why he'd had that done that too himself. Personally though, he liked it. He always had been a bit of a rebel-child.

The Priestess helping him carefully averted her eyes from his for the rest of the time that she helped him prepare the brew that would take him into the Abyss. If he had not wanted to offend her, he probably would have chuckled. However, he wanted to come out of this alive, which meant being polite enough to keep her from slipping some unwanted thing into the brew. It was probably not a good idea to offend her any further, for he knew that to her, his mere presence was probably offending.

After sealing the cut on his wrist with Craft, and waiting until the Priestess left, he offered a small prayer to the Darkness and drank - more like choked - down the brew. He offered another prayer as the Darkness closed in around him and he descended through the levels of power.
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