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To Marigold [Aria: Foot travel]

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#1Ashira Aria Tsukihana 

To Marigold [Aria: Foot travel] Empty Fri Sep 15, 2017 11:12 am

Ashira Aria Tsukihana
Aria will look at the cave and then waved goodbye to it. ''Well... Goodbye good ol' cave.'' she spoke to it out loud as if it was alive. She didn't really care how stupid she looked waving to it, but it was the last and first time she saw her grandmother. A small smile increased into a larger one with her innocent looking face and turned away. ''WELP time to go.'' she spoke to herself once again in her soft womanly tone. She had a bag over her shoulder as she started to walk. She would remember the whole day in which she would finally meet her grandma. Ashira walked among the night as those that didn't belong in the darkness went to sleep. People in cloaks, hoodies, kimono-like drabs would go towards the church to worship their god, Khorne. Most people would see them as a cult yet she doesn't believe it as so, but a family. She was young when she first met the people and found out that the birthmark she had was Khornes mark. That was when she sacrificed her sister as well, the poor thing. Her black hair was hidden back within her hoodie as her golden blood eyes would pierce through the night. Some people would stare that didn't belong, but she ignored them all like she usually would do anyways. Truly she didn't know the people within the cult around Oak unless the people she knew were there.

Slowly she would reach towards the Church to hear the chants that never die..the chants she first heard as she awoke that one night. As she went in she saw the people gathered. The only one that caught her eye was this one mysterious old woman who went towards the priest to scold.

"You Preach the word of Khorne, the Chaos God of War, Death, Courage, Rage, Strength and Hate. We as his followers follow a code of battle. This warrior, his suffering has been extended, giving power to Khorne's rival Slaanesh Chaos God of Pleasure, Desire, Decadence, Love, Artistry and Perfection. As to Slaanesh torture is seen as a form of Art! You Dare power a rival God. You even dare to use cowardly magic from afair like a devotee of Tzeentch the Chaos God of Magic, Change, Evolution, Destiny, Lies and Trickery.!"

She heard. Truly her words were reached, it made be blush as it was well spoken of a true Khorne follower. This made her feel funny though, why did her heart beat fast at the sight of this woman? Who the hell was she? It tasted toxic to think that she felt something, knew something of her, but truly she didn't logically. She watched all that happened and truly she would step through the people in front. She wanted to see all of this happen by her eyes.

"I am now the Priestess of this Order! My order's are absolute. You have slacked in your teachings."

Was all she heard last as the current priest was fallen. The man that was brought in had to go as he was free. He ran out as any man would if he was in that situation. Her eyes would look towards the woman who now claimed to be the new Priestess, making her blush at this excitement. Why was she excited? Was it the blood? The fighting? The fact that a woman took charge or was it everything? What was this womans name? Could she possibly her grandmother that she has been searching? No...or could it? She couldn't stop thinking about it as she was upfront with the rest. Her symbol between her chest glowed, but with her outfit...it was being covered, non to be seen.

She watched all of this and felt some hidden excitment to where her face was blushing and had some wicked smile. That didn't last long though as she was being called upon by none other than the old woman herself. What did she want? She then saw that a glow was coming from the woman. She followed at an instance as she would then stop if the woman stopped. She would soon find out that the woman was going to test her. Test her on how much of a worshipper she was. Her topped red and golden bottomed eyes would stare at this woman as she would listen to her speak of the words, the ones from a book. It was long ago that she has heard such things. Her face expression turned rather wickly calm, her face hidden by shadows as her lips departed to speak.

"Our Blood Lord has given us many great blessings this night. The sacrifices must have appeased his almighty rage, for the blood in our skull-chalice became still. I drank deeply from the cup and felt renewed with almighty strength. I have no recollection of what occurred next, but when I awoke, the other seven were all dead. They were ripped to shreds, reduced to ooze upon the floor, bones ground to dust! What almighty power has my Lord gifted to me? There is still blood left in this sacred vessel. Tonight, I shall sip once more, and let the great wrath of Khorne descend upon city. I will sacrifice myself and all others who seek to oppose me. Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Throne of Khorne!" She would say in her young soft and soothing tone. She wouldn't look at the woman though as she wasn't quite sure how this woman really was. Was she afraid? No as any Khorne worshiping person would never kill someone in such a manner. One would fight in arms of weaponry with the opponent knowing...She waited silently as she wasn't sure on what to say now. Ashira looked at the woman through the shadows of her cloak. Her golden blood eyes would shine as she waited for the old woman's approval. Who exactly was she? She used her eyes and shadows as she looked around the room, but to the old woman...she wouldn't be able to tell. Of course over the years though Ashira has gotten use to the strong odor of stained blood and corpses. Her heart was rather relaxed, but excited as she could feel a small approval of her words. Was she proud? At this thought she had a small smile that curved from her soft glossed lips that couldn't be seen. She waited for more words to say as she waited for the woman to say more.

Was she going to test her more? Give her more words to say? Verses to copy and perhaps react? Her body felt hot as the blood boiled. The symbol between her chest stayed glowing bright and red as unknowingly towards this old woman. She was thankful for the darkness that hid her facial expressions as the old woman was good at hiding hers as well. What Ashira truly didn't know was that this woman was her grandmother.

Soon finally the woman would speak what seemed to be another test, verse or something from a book of course. She listened carefully and let the souls speak for themselves. She would imagine roars and felt the intensity of her words even though truly she was calm and testy. After the woman was done though, Ashira would let her lips depart to answer. ''Tome of Blood.'' would be her first answer as she would clear her throat once more to then answer the other question. ''"Khorne!" they roared, invoking the sacred battle-name of Kharnath, the Blood God, Lord of Battles. "Khorne!" they howled until it seemed the walls must fall from the violence of their voices alone. "Khorne!" they shrieked as they gnashed their teeth and bit their shields.'' she would say in her soft soothing voice that was calm yet expressed emotion of passion of the words and Khorne himself.

After all that happened between her grandma, the past god and herself, she never got to see her again. It wasn't too long after she would then see this unknown place called ''Marigold''. It looked rather filled with Valleys and so green too! She would wander and be filled with curiosities as she wondered if there was someone to sacrifice here.



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