Thread: Temple of the Gods

Iris felt the tightness of her eyes give away to the mocking insult. That which denied her faith, diminished it in all it??s glory. One??s faith was simply one??s business and the man, this being, had no right to simply laugh out loud at her. Carefully, and while inhaling softly, she felt the corner of her eyes relax back into their natural and flawless position as she continued to stare at him. He was testing her. Changing the subject and presenting the question that had been posed to her so many times before. Atheist or what have you. She??s heard them all. The numerous directions religion or faith could take a person. Iris felt a sudden chill race through her body. Her perfect and smaller frame when compared to this man??s. If he were a seeker, a hunter of run away slaves, then he truly was taking his time in capturing her and returning her to the slave training camp. How crude and annoying. To play with one??s ??food?? of sorts. Iris began to part her lips. If he wished for an explanation then she would surely grant him one. However, the moment she began to speak, not even a syllable was able to leak out as she watched him near her. Carefully, and with much caution, she stepped back. The middle of her back hitting the top portion of the supporting anchor for the heavy statue above. His feet, her Saviors, walking safely against the back of her head. The impression meant something immediately. Caution. She had to be careful. For something was about to happen. In her bones and her soul, she could feel it. Iris quickly sealed her lips. No longer reminiscing in the unspoken words but, instead, observing the man in silence as he began his display. A set of wings, much like those that she held in secret, sprawled out from his back. The colors, those threatening hues, triggered something of importance to her. They were not pallid like her own. They were the opposite hue. Did they relish in the shade of evil? They had to of! Those eyes, his eyes, would silently spread it all. He was evil. But how to escape? How to avoid this man? A distraction. Again, she parted her lips before that choir of angels spread forth, taunting his lobes and forcing him to ease into her own seduction. ??Regardless of what my story is, or what I believe, good sir, you still have not answered my question. What is this opportunity you speak of?? Just as she finished her sentence she pushed her hands back behind her and gave her shoulders a slight fall. Soon, and with ease, the white robe slid from her frame. Revealing the true and smaller frame. A perfect void that would be easy to break if they could just get past her soul. There, was a simple white skirt and a matching white corset. The top of the corset only relished in her beautiful breast as they were pushed up and stood at full attention. A distraction indeed! Quickly, she glanced back behind her, as if offering her body to the man in front of her, for just a moment. Her blue eyes traced over the statue behind her for a brief moment as she mouthed the following word Amen. Quickly, and with much ease without the use of restraints being used as they normally would have been to keep her in one place, she released a pair of wings. Those Heavenly orbs focusing back on the man, and the being who just entered, in silence, behind him. She appeared peaceful enough but so did this man, at one time. Hmm... She didn't have time. Her own visage of being mortal corrupted and awaking as something more. It was no longer a fifty fifty split, this genetic makeup of hers. No, she had more angelic features then the normal hybrid. Pallid and beautiful. They flew out and before she could turn her head to watched the being in front of her, she was air borne. The flutter of her wings, the chilled wing moving through each feature as she was lifted upwards and over him, was welcomed greatly. Her escape, this is what she had been looking for! With ease, she made her way over the man and out of the already opened doors, heading to the outside of the chapel. Once she made it into the air, she would be free. A simple, and yet mischievous smile due to her achievement, placed itself across her soft and perfect lips. ??Ciao Bello! Perhaps next time you can farther explain yourself? That is, if we meet again.? That angelic tone rose across any other present noise at the time, still tracing it??s way around his ear lobes and deep into his own soul. A taunting of sorts and yet, she was proud.