May 27, 2016, 06:19 PM
Mother's pelvis was nestled perfectly in the "altar" made by the split rock. It was almost too perfect for her. The white witch backed away, looking at the temple now. The bone reflected the soft blue glow of the mushrooms, giving it a strangely haunted feeling. Potema felt her hackles rise once more at the connection. Magic seemed to pool out of the temple now; what was once a stream became a roaring river. Potema shuddered and felt a faint smile cross her lips. It was now worthy of its name, this Temple.
She looked at the jagged rocks strewn in the area around her, feeling a sense of disappointment. There were no plants for her to use as dye, else she may have marked the stones with binding and protection symbols, nor were animals readily avaliable for blood markings. She would have to make do with what she had.
She sat in front of the altar, breathing in the magic-tinged air softly. A prayer exited her lips quietly as she tried to connect to her god through the power of the temple.
Sithis mazemagon bisa dīnagon hae aōha morghūlilare dēmalion.
Sithis mīsagon bisa dīnagon hae aōha sombāzmion hen bantis.
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I need an anchor - by Potema - May 27, 2016, 06:19 PM
RE: I need an anchor - by Azul - May 27, 2016, 07:11 PM
RE: I need an anchor - by Kove - June 05, 2016, 03:30 AM
RE: I need an anchor - by Potema - June 13, 2016, 07:55 PM
RE: I need an anchor - by Azul - June 16, 2016, 10:08 AM
RE: I need an anchor - by Kove - July 29, 2016, 12:42 AM