Irreverence

N/A · 01-14-2014, 05:19 PM

This was a temple of death. Ravage could feel it in her bones, almost smell it. The bleach white vines and trees in and around the temple were dry and cold to the touch. The dappled shadows on the walls took the shape of demons and stalkers. It was an eerie place, to be certain. Ravage had taken to calling the shrine home, returning here to rest and store whatever kills she managed to make. It suited her tastes and became her palace and her throne.

So she was quite displeased to find some strange male trespassing in her holy sanctuary. Her long silvery claws clicked against the cool stone beneath as she approached the heathen. Blackened ears lowered toward her skull while her tail was raised high above her flanks.
"And who are you?" She called out to the intruder, her tail lashing in impatience.

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