Lotus

Lotus looked up at the statue of the warrior and felt as if he had so much to prove. He didn’t understand exactly what the statue represented. A wolf who had once been a warrior, and immortalised as a god? A god who fought in the wars of wolves? Or a god who fought other gods in great clashes across the sky?

Regardless, he had a feeling a god such as this would make a good patronage. Perhaps that was why he felt it was so important that he leave a good impression. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he planned to do, before drawing a blade he carried in his bracer across the tip of his ear. Cutting about a third of the extremity off. He paused, letting out a shaky breath that barely contained how much that had hurt before placing the ear, splattering blood and all, at the base of the altar. “A warrior does not enter battle without being willing to make sacrifices” he said boldly, wondering if he’d made a friend or a foe with his actions.

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