Author: MadameEuphoria

The fierce dog like creature approached the serene looking cottage. In his mouth was a
pouch covered in saliva, filled with a special root only grown in the swamplands. The creature
dropped the pouch and gave a howl. He had returned.

Mya walked out of the cottage, in her arms was a wooden bucket with oils and soaps. She
approached the massive creature, nearly three times her size, he was hunched over with an open maw, his large frame towered over her, but the witch did not hesitate, “You know the drill,” she said as the Were gazed at her. Even though he looked entirely different, his eyes were always the same, this beautiful amber gold color. He was her Ari. The Were’s body contorted inhumanly. Bones sounded like they were breaking back into place, the elongated nose pushed back to reveal a young handsome face, entirely without blemish. He shrugged as his body was set back into place, the witch in front of him watched unflinchingly.

He was filthy. Ari’s body was covered in mud, his long, waist length hair caked with
grime and leaves. Dirt clearly underneath his fingernails. He grinned playfully, hands by his
waist as he laughed loudly at Mya’s expression, “I may have had a little too much fun in the
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The door to the temple shut, and the man was left alone in the darkness. He was a peasant, an unmarried laborer who would not be missed by members of the community. His employer who recommended him to become the sacrifice, did not even recall his first name, only his surname—Stoneborn, a dreadfully common last name that just became another sign of the man’s unremarkable existence. He stood up on shaky legs. The priests who brought him here had him drugged. He wore a simple tunic made of pure white, and his body was still raw from scrubbing. This was the cleanest he had been for years.

He walked around in the darkness. His sandaled feet echoed across the wide temple walls. The floor was made of marble and was smooth and cool, “H-Hello?” he called out, his voice reverberated around the walls of the temple. It was only instinct to call out. There were no sounds at all, and the man almost believed that he would probably starve here instead of be a sacrifice to a god-like being he never saw. Read more »