ProphetOfProfit
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- Posted: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 08:08:59 +0000
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She plucked the struggling form up with ease and plopped it down on the alter. A quick slash of the knife up the belly a clean cut. It's guts spilled across the alter and the quivering forms life ebbed away quickly.
She studied the entrails and blood spillage for some moments occasionally making a sound or giving a little nod. To her this gore was an open book a road map to what was and what shall be.
"It's good reading over all. " she dipped her tail in the blood and swirled it about like a painter filling her brush before touching canvas. " come this shall ward you well for the change to come in your life. Ease your suffering." She stepped around the alter to stand before him "perhaps even soothe your troubled mind."
She lifted her tail to paint on him pausing for permission to be granted.
She studied the entrails and blood spillage for some moments occasionally making a sound or giving a little nod. To her this gore was an open book a road map to what was and what shall be.
"It's good reading over all. " she dipped her tail in the blood and swirled it about like a painter filling her brush before touching canvas. " come this shall ward you well for the change to come in your life. Ease your suffering." She stepped around the alter to stand before him "perhaps even soothe your troubled mind."
She lifted her tail to paint on him pausing for permission to be granted.
Azzan watched with an intense interest as the skeletal marked mare killed the small creature, and a slight smirk spread across his maw as the warm crimson liquid spread over the stone. He didnt understand what it was that the mare was doing, he didnt understand what it was that taking the life of the small being was suppose to achieve; but, then again, he didnt care to know at that precise moment. Her words echoed like hollow promises in his ears. She had given no specifics as to what it was that his future may hold, only that it was good. Good was an opinion. As the mare approached to 'paint' him he paused, the smirk ebbing from his face. Blood was always so difficult to wash from his coat - and though he didnt mind it he knew the discomfort it would bring to his brothers and father. But...
He nodded his head, approving the mare's actions. If what she spoke of was to come true; if things truly would be 'good' for him once more; if there was hope, Azzan would do anything.
He nodded his head, approving the mare's actions. If what she spoke of was to come true; if things truly would be 'good' for him once more; if there was hope, Azzan would do anything.
(( I didn't want to make assumptions bout his plot or anything however- if you tell me a bit about I can give a tad better reading. I won't assume huge things or make any leaps but ))
Her movements were quick and purposeful as she marked him. A warriors mark should do he had many struggles ahead and would need all the strength he could summon.
She took a steal back and admired her work. The blood dripped a little bit but that only added to the quality of the piece.
"Feel free to wash it off as soon as you like the blood is forever on you now. Even if it's visible presence is washed away. " she gave pause and dipped her tail in a rock that collected rain water to wash it clean. Swishing it about lazily .
"do you feel a little clearer now? Would you like to tell me a bit more about yourself?" She added as she whipped the water from her tail. It spattered against the cliff side behind her.