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A terrible howl echoes through the night. The shadows themselves coil and grasp at the shrines mighty walls, staining them in shades of Onyx. A wild, hungry beast, more shadow than animal rushes out from the darkness. Teeth and claw and living darkness tearing into the sisters of the order. One after the other. Yet worse, as the beast rushes on, the felled sisters twitch and rise, wounds filling with darkness and fur, feral hunger in their eyes as they rush along with the beasts, charging into the temples inner circle, the sanctum within, where she rests. Not even the sanctity of this room can hold the creature, as it pounces upon the goddess herself, pinning her down, devouring her. Yet each bite, each tear brings no pain, only the most intense pleasure. Moaning, with an ashamed shudder, the godess awakens from her dream-like vision.
A bad vision and omen, no doubt. But almost more disturbing than this nightmare is the sudden feeling of loss now that the dream is revealed for what it was. Where are the beasts claws to rend at her, to dig into her very essence, the teeth dripping an ichor of evil, just what was that sensation, mixing in with the fear and horror and helpless surrender?
A few days later..
The coach stopped, with the man shouting up towards the temples gates. "Oy! Is this here the holy temple thingie everyone been talkin' about? I'm to deliver someone."
He jutted a thumb. On the back of the open coach, lying there, upon a blanket, was a bundle. Large enough to be a piece of equippment, a large sack of potatoes or something?
"They found her way out of town, badly needs a healer, the local priest couldn't help, I was told. Anyway, I'm just the driver, you should get a hand or two to help this one on in eh?"
He suggested and, on closer examination, the bundle laying there, hunched over pitifully seemed to be a frail, humanoid female.
Everything but her eyes obscured by a tightly drawn cloak and robe combination and one eye obscured further by set of heavy bandages. Bandages and a cloak seemed to be overall the bundles fashion-theme, as several of them hung in lose strands off of tightly wrapped arms and legs, with the torn remnants of a leather-armor indicating that this poor thing might be an adventuring type.
Up close there was a slight scent of something sweet, yet foul upon the woman. That must be her sickened state, of course. What else would make such a harmless looking female have a smell that, hours later, would grant the sisters that had carried her inside dark, yet sensual dreams they struggled to fully remember...
It would take the aid of not one, but two shoulders to more drag and carry than help her walk inside, one tired, blue human eye glancing from a sister to the other in a silent plea.. that was, until they approached the temple proper, where, in a raspy but soft, feminine voice the creature mumbled out:
"You will.. really allow me in?"
As if in delirious disbelieve that she was worthy of aid, after whatever abused had put her in her tattered state. It might have been the imagination of the sisters at the time, but as they approached sacred ground, right at the border, the lithe woman suddenly seemed heavier, harder to carry, giving the sisters just enough time to answer their hooded charge's question...
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