11-07-2016, 06:17 PM
(this sux, lol, first posts back always sux tho.)
Valeriya dug through the piles of cloth until she found her most ceremonial dress. Most of the gowns were tattered and aged, mere shadows of their former luxury. It was a strange contrast to the austere robes of the Khylsty monks, but the Eye was different, she was set apart. Valeriya wore the robes as a girl, like the others before her had, dirty fingers itching to caress the cloth of the Eye, her mother. It had been the first thing she did when the previous Eye met her death. To this day she could still sense the first time she put velvet to her cheek.
Black lace and velvet draped her body now. Little bones, canines, and carved rocks were set into the bodice, some of which added by Valeriya's own hand, collected from her various kills.
Her hair cascaded in a tangle down her back, but she took the time to braid some of it around her face and fix the ends with finger bones and claws so that they clattered when she walked.
The temple was dark when she arrived, only the sound of the cascading waterfall echoing within emerged. Fire was a coveted thing, and oil was a precious resource. She sent monks running through the cave to gather all the Khylsty to the temple for their great reveal. There was no surprise, she kept nothing hidden. Rasputin had come to them again as promised.
While they gathered, she stood in the darkness, closed her eyes and moved forward into the vast empty space. Soon, mist from the waterfall touched her face and humidity swirled in her nostrils. She stood alone before the waterfall until the first monks arrived with torches glowing blue and green, burning the precious fluids of kills. Blue from oni and green from Naga.
Valeriya dug through the piles of cloth until she found her most ceremonial dress. Most of the gowns were tattered and aged, mere shadows of their former luxury. It was a strange contrast to the austere robes of the Khylsty monks, but the Eye was different, she was set apart. Valeriya wore the robes as a girl, like the others before her had, dirty fingers itching to caress the cloth of the Eye, her mother. It had been the first thing she did when the previous Eye met her death. To this day she could still sense the first time she put velvet to her cheek.
Black lace and velvet draped her body now. Little bones, canines, and carved rocks were set into the bodice, some of which added by Valeriya's own hand, collected from her various kills.
Her hair cascaded in a tangle down her back, but she took the time to braid some of it around her face and fix the ends with finger bones and claws so that they clattered when she walked.
The temple was dark when she arrived, only the sound of the cascading waterfall echoing within emerged. Fire was a coveted thing, and oil was a precious resource. She sent monks running through the cave to gather all the Khylsty to the temple for their great reveal. There was no surprise, she kept nothing hidden. Rasputin had come to them again as promised.
While they gathered, she stood in the darkness, closed her eyes and moved forward into the vast empty space. Soon, mist from the waterfall touched her face and humidity swirled in her nostrils. She stood alone before the waterfall until the first monks arrived with torches glowing blue and green, burning the precious fluids of kills. Blue from oni and green from Naga.
The Eye of the Khylsty