<div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/33zbv3a.png)</div><strong>Kalei Midwinter</strong>stood slightly away from the group of other women, the buxom Priestess busily running through a few prayers said for the village and people that remained behind. She wished them all well, hoped for them all to come out the other side of this dark time unharmed. It always saddened her to see a bustling village so empty, as this one was now. With the menfolk gone everything seemed so much quieter. The priestess of Eros had donned her usual garb that day; a gorgeous white and blue traveling cloak and two simple strips of white cloth, tied around her bosom and waist in a makeshift top and skirt. Easy to remove, should her services be needed. No other adornments were worn save for simple sandals upon her feet. Luxury was not something a simple priestess took pleasure in. She tried to be modest in most things, though calling her clothing as such was a mistake. 'Simple' was a better word, she thought. 'Revealing' was another. Then again, with a body like Kalei's it was hard to find much of anything that did a job of hiding her supple curves. Suddenly, the bestial cries echoed through the half-empty village and the priestess looked off into the distance, worry in her eyes. "There is darkness coming. Eros, help these people. Let them take me instead."