Thread: The Temple [JessieDlux/Carnal]

Wow, you certainly do multi-para. Well, I hope I can keep up. It has been awhile since I've had to make such an effort. At the end of those endless corridors he had worked so hard to find, would be easily a coveted treasure, that would covet his finding it as much as he would. The sight alone could humble any man, the large temple dwarfing a person by unfathomed amounts. At any time of the day, somehow, light filtered into the massive hall, and were one to look up to find it's source, it just seemed to be there. The ceiling nearly could be assumed nonexistent, aside from the lines that looked to be holding back the sun itself from hurdling into the amazing room. The lines being the panes that held windows that seemed to either be broken from time's wear, or somehow still untouched by all things. It was believable that this place had been left alone for all the time between people having been there last and now, there was hardly a crack in the carvings of the large idols held within separate altars branching off shortened distances from the main hall. The pillars that supported the beautiful structure had immaculate carvings of their own, of ships and people, and women, beautiful women with the lower bodies of caterpillars. Though any oddities could be passed over, these were ancient people, after all. From the start of this hall, it looked to go on for eternity, really, it only went on for one or two miles. At the end of it all was the true treasure. The altar consisted of a tall pillar carved out of a wall, in between two windows leading up to the ceiling, which was stone and blocked all light here, the windows being the only light source here, casting a purple light over everything. There seemed to be a strange set of carvings in the walls next to the pillar, and on the walls around the shrine itself, entirely absent of artist value, they seemed to be for other use... At the center of the top of the pillar, seemed to be an immaculate artwork of it's own, the most astounding depiction of a woman, most of her held within a strange bundle of some odd set of wires, or string maybe. She was beautiful, and her hair looked to be in the aftermath of once being elaborately done up in an artistic way of it's own. She looked to be in odd sorts for an artist to have carved her in... She had no memory when she had woken up the first time, she immediately started panicking though, as to be expected. She worked for hours, just barely having managed to get her arms out of the strange material that held her. It was then she tired, she was starving, and exhausted. She had been able to fall out again, right there, suspended on the wall. In the light, not much could be said for her skin color, her hair, or soon enough, her eye color. It wasn't a terrible mistake to think her to have been part of the art installation that this place was in itself, but upon hearing his approach, the sounds of another person, she hadn't heard in an unmeasurable time, it'd take a fool not to see her for the living being she was when she reared up and looked down at him. A look of disbelief, desperation, and a hint of fear on her thin, young, beautiful face as she looked down at him, trying to establish a sentence as she held and pulled against the strange material that yet encased her from the chest down. She looked at him a long time, a various set of thoughts and ideas on what to say running through her mind before she worked out something she thought would work find, and called out in an oddly classy archaic English accent Help me!