Sun Mote Copse ghenna

4th round will end november 18th 

eshamun listened. she knew she had become rather good at that - veiling herself even as her senses cupped the words of others. the warm banter between the malkaria set her heart to singing. honey's tension around ar-khalba did not go unnoticed, and she nodded at asherah. "he is a man of our god, gentle and kind, devoted in all things to molech and to the malkaria. it is he who gives of himself to the women when they find their season, and grants them children."

asherah, herself, and perhaps even the res drunak had all been taken into ar-khalba's embrace, and with the eight-armed one's blessing, the man would continue to be prolific among them. to giana she gave a warm smile, to ragna. "so many children shall be born unto us in the coming months. i am pleased."

she stepped forward then, tearing away a small piece of porcine flesh and setting it to one side for ar-khalba. the sweet taste of blood, salted at the edges, filled her mouth, and she sighed contentedly.

she glanced to the heavens now; eshamun's eyes closed. "great one. i gave to you a sacrifice and you have returned it unto us threefold. truly you, molech, are a mighty and wondrous god. i worship your name. i give thanks always."