Thread: God of War, I am yours. (Closed to ForeverMischievous)

The mysterious figure she saw, slowly approached, as a silent, menacing chuckle started sounding. Then, out of the foggy mists, walked a tall dark figure, with it's hands in front of it, fingertips tapping against each other. The most obnoxious fact about the man, was the skeletal right hand. It's skin was missing and the white bones carried a blackish aura around it. His face was hidden behind the hood of his long robes, reaching as far as the very ground, nearly dragged over the ground. The low chuckle soon silenced in a long sigh, as the figure set off the ground, and hovered past tthe kneeling Elania, as a dark, grumbling voice started speaking. Hmh hmmh. If it isn't the little lamb to the slaughter. The little.. Plaything. Blindly walking into death, to celebrate her gods. The voice seemed to echo, the echo being a distorted rasping. At least, some humidity is still found among the Tribes. Do you even... The figure was cut off from it's words, by a female voice, as a second figure slowly approached through the fogs. Silence your tongue, Brother. This is not your tribute.. The very graceful and fluid voice almost creeped through the fogs, as the female figure came into vision. The tall woman, clad in little more then a leather top, only just covering her impressive bust, and still leaving a presentable cleavage, and a loincloth to cover her nether region. The corner of her upper lip was raised, showing clear malcontent at the presence of the other figure. The dark imposing creature bowed, slowly backing away a few inches. Hrmh.. Sister. I was only.. Welcoming.. The little mortal to our world. Wanted her to feel.. Welcomed. I... Well, then the first thing she should've seen, should certainly not've been your figure, Valzahr... Leave. The woman demanded. The dark creature bowed a bit deeper, before twirling around, hovering away from the area. The woman grunted lightly in his direction, before gazing down upon Elania, now with a much gentler expression. Now then. A proper welcome is in order, I believe. She started. Should Elania still be gazing at the ground, the woman would bow down, and gently place a few fingers upon her chin, to lead her face up. My. Among the many women of the tribes, they sure chose a beautiful one.. She complimented, but seemingly more or less to herself, before holding out a hand, trying to help Elania to her feet. First things first. She said, pushing the sheet down lightly, to show off the the stab wound upon her chest. Quick and clean, I see? Good. We wouldn't want it to've been painful. She smiled, now placing a warm hand over the wound, her long slender fingers gently stroking Elania's skin. A faint white light seemed to glow between Elania's skin and the woman's hand, but she would feel nothing. And as the hand was removed, the wound had been removed, and she gently pushed the sheet back in place, and took a step back, to graciously, but still only slightly, bow her head. My name is Haenity. Goddess of Sacrifice. She started by introducing herself, before looking up and down Elania. She was not the biggest, and strongest among the tribe. She had certainly been among the most beautiful, yet still. The woman's bright white eyes gazed back to Elania's, tilting her head a bit forward. Now then. Why where you chosen, to be the first human sacrifice? She asked, bluntly.