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Descensum Altar



Celeste

Somnium

Master Intellectual (375)

Master Hunter (370)

An icon representing the specialty Professor Professor

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Small
build
Light
posts
297
player
ghostliem

Samhain 2022Statue 2 WorshipDouble MasterThe Ooze Participant
10-25-2022, 07:28 AM


She was lost but not lost at the same time. Down one path she would wander and in the next blink of an eye, she would be somewhere completely different. In all honesty, it was dizzying, confusing, and quite terrifying. With the shift of the seasons and the sudden pop-up festival, Celeste's pack land was now also covered in the same shrouding mist and dazzling lights. There was no explanation for any of it and while it was beautiful, she was still concerned. Something had to be done to slow down the fear that began to nibble at her insides.

Nestled in her ears, she heard and listened to the nudging whispers that guided her back to the statue outside of Descensum's opening. Thankful that she had not fallen into a pit or broken a leg, she hesitated feet away from the statue. As she peered up at its dancing features, she felt as if something was different. Was it moving now? Watching her, perhaps? She couldn't tell by how the light refracted off the different opals and gems. Every time she moved or blinked, the statue would appear to shift in a different direction than it had been in before. Could statues actually do that?

Gathering her courage, she finally approached with an inhale of a deep breath. From around her neck, she slipped off the glittering amethyst mask that she had won during the Love Day Carnival. Having been wanting to save it for the perfect moment, she felt that the statue would appreciate it more. While not opal in creation, its dazzling purple color was fitting to match the similar ways it shined and glistened. Placing it neatly on the altar with a timid smile and hesitant nod toward the familiars, Celeste left them to place it where they saw fitting.


ooc. proof of celeste's amethyst mask


NPC:

As the gem-encrusted mask hits the altar and the sunlight gleams on it, a chill beyond even the unseasonal autumn weather seems to settle over the clearing. All of the familiars have stopped bustling about... in fact, you can't see any of them anywhere. It's as if they all had hidden themselves. You catch the glimpse of one fox tail as it whisks away under a bush, but that's it. That's... weird.

A flicker of color at the edge of your vision has you spinning around but there's nothing there. "Foolish girl," a voice says in your ear, the disgust all but palpable. "You think I can be bought with jewels and finery? What kind of a god do you think I am?"

Something suddenly drops onto your head from above. No, not dropped, it hurt enough you were pretty sure it was thrown at you. It's a weird, gross looking shriveled paw. Was this a lucky rabbit's foot? You weren't sure it was even a rabbit's foot at all... Something seemed to be wrong with it. "Here," the disembodied voice growled. "This is what your currency has bought you. Take it and go."

You notice that the familiars don't start to come out of hiding until you were well away from the altar. You don't know why they were so scared. That hadn't been so bad... had it?

You have received:

Black Cat's Foot