The Bowl of Gaia
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Light =&gt; Light: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Zeitgeist on 12-07-2009, 15:57:39</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 15:57:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Players/Characters</strong></span><br>Zamdrist - Halie, Nymph, Narrator<br>Aeval - Nicola, High Priestess of Nike<br>Indigo - Voleta, High Priestess of Hecate<br><br><strong>Premise</strong> - Two opposing Greek temples at odds are compelled by their patron goddesses to resolve their conflict and must drink from the waters of a bathing nymph. Aphrodite however has other plans, much to the dismay of Nike and Hecate.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Bowl of Gaia</strong></span><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/BowlofGaia.jpg)<br><br>Heartrendingly beautiful and able to bring the stoutest warrior to his knees in tears with a mere glance. Try as though they might, the many minstrels and singers of Greece could never fully convey the beauty of Aphrodite. She was crowned with a swirling tempest of golden tresses, possessing tempting and dangerous curves, apple red lips rumored to be sampled once even by the regal Demeter and sea green eyes that lured even the mighty and stoic Poseidon.<br><br>She was as meddlesome as she was beautiful.<br><br>Two temples, one of light, one of dark; Nike and Hecate. The two temples, their followers and high priestesses were decades into a conflict that threatened to rend apart the two houses of worship. So dissimilar were the nature of the two, truth be told it was no surprise they found themselves at odds. The bright and golden warrior priestesses of Nike looked upon the dark priestesses of Hecate with disdain and contempt. The use of tainted daggers and mystical arts were for cowards not warriors. The followers of Hecate looked upon Nike's adherents as naive and foolish. One did not give their enemy the advantage of meeting them face to face, sword to sword on the battlefield, that was a certain death sentence, sooner or later. Learn of your enemy and use every advantage, small and large against them no matter the means.<br><br>The conflict had come to a stand still with neither gaining an advantage, or none that withstood any test of time. Back and forth the two houses schemed and planned against one another, threatening to not only destroy their own but plunge the city of Athens into a damaging civil conflict. Upon the cloudy heights of Olympus the great Zeus brought before him the two patron goddesses. The conflict must come to an end. With the help of Hera, it was decided to visit upon the two high priestesses a dream:<br><em><br>Pure, crystal clear waters. Gurgling and flowing like sweet music over polished stones of a mist-shrouded stream. Finely shaped and dainty hands the color of cream holding a bowl. A bowl both ancient and sacred. Golden and shining warrior priestess upon one bank, a mystical and confident figure, a dark priestess shrouded in black upon the opposite bank.<br><br>Drink. Drink and be free, free of conflict and hatred.<br><br>Bathing figure, svelte and nubile both allusive and alluring with glimmering beauty. Waters wash over and cleanse, the bowl a full vessel and then not, washing over and cleansing blood and hatred.<br><br>Drink and let go, wash away the conflict and make peace.</em><br><br>Aphrodite's spies whispered into her ear and she smiled a mischievous little smile. Normally the affairs of lesser deities concerned her not, yet this caught her attention and promised to keep it, for awhile at least. The goddess of love descending from her high abode. At the mouth of a quietly tinkling stream there was a nymph's grotto. Aphrodite summoned forth the creature. From the grotto, heeding the goddess's call came the nymph. She dared not look upon her goddess fully, gazing through long lashes, her head bowed in shame. The nymph's own beauty paled before the deity, her stance humble even if not fully submitted. The nymph was no mortal but knew well her place before Aphrodite. The goddess smiled though and laid a comforting hand upon the shoulder of her tender minion.<br><br>Aphrodite whispered into the lithe beauty's ear her wishes and commands. The nymph's eye's widened with a mix of mirth and excitement. The creature nodded affirmatively and Aphrodite had no doubt the nymph would carry out her instructions to the letter. The goddess took her leave, but not before consummating their scheme with a sweet kiss upon the nymph's mouth. It was a small and brief kiss but nevertheless left the creature breathless with tears rolling down flushed cheeks. With the departure of the goddess, the nymph's beauty shone brightly again. Wiping the tears away she turned back to the comforts of her grotto.<br><br><em>Where was that bowl she kept anyhow? Somewhere among her small collection of trinkets and possessions.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 03:37:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/Nike.jpg)<br><strong><em><span class="bbc_u">NIKE, THE GODDESS OF VICTORY</span></em></strong><br><br><br><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5f/Valkyrie.jpg)<br><br>Nicola, High Priestess of Nike, the Greek goddess of Victory sat outside Nike's temple. Nicola had served as High Priestess for the past 3 years, ever since she was 16. She had been quite young to receive the calling, but her valiant fighting in defense of the goddess had earned her this esteemed position.<br><br>Nicola was as fierce about Nike's mission as the goddess was herself. <br><br>The followers of Nike&nbsp; had warred with the followers of Hecate for as long as she could remember. It was enough! <br><br><em>All I have ever wanted was peace and contentment. Why must Hecate battle so?&nbsp; <br>Victory is doing the hard thing because it is right instead of the easy thing. <br>There is no pleasure by gaining Victory with hate, greed, contempt, revenge and fear and such. Victory tasted bitter if it has not been honestly earned. Why can't Hecate and her followers understand that? Why can't they just give in! They will NEVER win!<br></em><br><br><br>She went inside and sleep finally came to her. She dreamt a&nbsp; most interesting dream. Upon awakening the next morning she sat in her bed and pondered the meaning:<br><br>'Drink. Drink and be free, free of conflict and hatred.'<br><br><em>What a most wonderful idea! Could it possibly be??!!!</em><br><br>She pondered on the dream more..trying to remember WHERE was this peaceful liquid?<br><br>Nicola bathed and dressed and went in search of her oracle to ask for advice.<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 06:34:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">(http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc185/Kyoteh/Hecate.png)(http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc185/Kyoteh/Voleta1.png)</div><div align="center"><strong>------The Goddess Hecate-------------Her High Priestess Voleta------</strong></div><br><br><br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>"Sleep."<br>"My child."<br>"Dream."</em></span></strong><br><br>The Voices of her Goddess Hecate reverberated within Voleta.&nbsp; She knelt naked in a splash of moonlight, head bowed, shaking with the power speaking to her.&nbsp; She had come to pray, to pay tribute.&nbsp; Yet now the words spoke, and Voleta sighed, her eyes closing, so that she slept in the silver pool of light.&nbsp; A dog, black as night, sits by her, watching as she dreams.<br><br>Such a dream!<br><br>It was water as from the clearest stream, dancing through a fine mist.&nbsp; &nbsp; Voleta found herself upon one side of the shore.&nbsp; She saw another on the opposite bank.&nbsp; A woman with long brown hair, beautiful, dressed as a warrior, her white gown glimmering.&nbsp; Voleta knew she was an enemy.&nbsp; One who worshiped Nike.&nbsp; In the dream, Voleta tensed, wary.&nbsp; Ready to defend.<br><br>Yet between them flowed this crystal stream, and from the stream rose one of perfect form and grace.&nbsp; Her delicate fingers bearing a bowl most revered.&nbsp; Something old and holy.<br><br><em>Drink. Drink and be free, free of conflict and hatred.</em><br><br>Now dips the sweet creature the bowl deep in the water, and it is filled to the rim with the cool, pure water.<br><br><em>Drink and let go, wash away the conflict and make peace.</em><br><br><br><br>...Voleta awakes and stares up at the sky. She thinks upon the dreams and knows it is a prophecy.&nbsp; She knows that a journey will now begin.<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 07:10:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Nymph_by_Sylwiaa.jpg)<br><br>Halie's grotto, from which flowed a wondrous crystalline stream, was not placed as strategically as she would have liked. Passerbyes and wayfarers were not as frequent as she wished, so secluded was her abode. She was a solitary creature at her essence to be sure, though she was a paradox. Her very nature necessitated she live alone, though a large part of her sustenance required the company of strangers. Like a man come home from a long day's of work hungers for a hearty meal, so did Halie hunger. Yet Halie hungered what most others partook of only as the desire arose, she required to remain vibrant and healthy. What Halie hungered was erotic fulfillment. <br><br>Just a week afore she was gifted a lone traveler, a man passing through, apparently lost or perhaps struck with wanderlust, she did not know. It had been far too long between opportunities and Halie was filled with a frightening lust. The seduction was blissfully short and before long Halie mounted the man like a frothing trollop. The poor man, if he could be noted as such all things considered, lie for hours upon the banks of the stream exhausted from Halie's vigorous lovemaking. Halie though receded into her haven, disappearing and the man eventually moved on.<br><br>The visit from her goddess, Aphrodite, however filled Halie with a renewed sense of purpose and vitality she had lacked over the past few years. Her role in the schemes of the gods was small, but came at no price, and indeed she looked only to benefit. The mere memory of Aphrodite's kiss invoked tingling sensations that danced along her spine and moistened her in the most delightful ways. Aphrodite's whispered promises too gave Halie hope and filled her days with the most wonderful imaginings.<br><br>In many ways Halie favored her goddess. Her tresses were of the finest among her kind; long, golden and silky. She was diminutive, just reaching five feet in height and yet full bosomed with womanly hips. Her complexion was creamy and soft, her eyes a blue green that hearkened to her oceanic heritage. Like all nymphs and Nereid she had a rapacious appetite for pleasures of the flesh, and it matter none the gender of her chosen mate.<br><br>What Aphrodite promised was headed her way haunted sweet Halie's days and nights. The possibilities were exciting and a rare chance indeed to partake of company she rarely had before. Safely tucked away among her effects was the mysterious bowl, an item that had been in her possession for countless decades. Little had she know how important it would become and that such a seemingly simple item would one day secure Halie such pleasures.<br><br>There lie Halie, upon a grassy bed on the banks of her trickling stream, dreaming of the time to soon come were such proud, beautiful and mortal creatures would arrive. Such joy would she garner from the seduction and eventual submission to sweet temptations.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 15:37:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicola had understood from the oracle that the trickling water in her dream was a stream. From what she could remember from the flora- it was not that far from Athens. She would need to set out on a journey and she knew..this was something she would need to do herself.<br><br>Nicola fasted and went to the Temple to made offerings to Nike..She knelt with her head bowed..<br><br><em>My goddess..Give me wisdom to follow the path you desire..<br>Give me words to attain your desired outcome..<br>Give me the patience to know the right moment..<br>Give me victory..in your name!</em><br><br>Nicola rose..she wore only a thin gossamer gown..Inside the temple was a pool said to be blessed by Nike herself. Nicola only entered the pool after she had fasted for several days as she had done now..she let the gown slip off her shoulders..and she descended the steps closing her eyes..There was something magical about the waters..Nicola put out her hands and slowly submerged herself- her entire body..a tingling sensation beginning deep in her belly..she slowly brought her head and shoulders and torso above&nbsp; the water..her hand went to touch her firm breasts and then to her passions core..she moaned as her hand passed over her excited entrance..her finger entered and stimulated the small flower enticing it to blossom..stroking it so the flower's juices began to flow easily..Nicola pulled her finger out and brought it to her lips..the sweet nectar a joy to her senses..her finger returned to it's joyful plunder..stroking faster and faster until Nicola released a cry of ecstasy and joy as she orgasmed in Nike's pool almost feeling that Nike herself was there caressing her body.<br><br>Nicola opened her eyes and smiled ..energized and ready to begin this new adventure. She dressed herself and went to her rooms to pack lightly for her journey.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>19-07-2009, 05:26:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Voleta stood in the circle.&nbsp; She was High Priestess, and she bade the others tend to her.&nbsp; So the others came, these woman, Priestesses all of Hecate.&nbsp; They removed her long gown, they bathed her limbs in ash from a burnt offering, milk from one of the dark mare mothers who lived in their land, and finally washed her clean with water from a running stream, rubbing a fusion of oils into her pale skin.<br><br>They hung a silver chain around her neck with a Key so that it nestled between her breasts.&nbsp; They brought forth a fresh black gown and fitted it to her, so that her shoulders remained bare, the arms loose, the waist high, then falling straight down to her ankles. They bound a Dagger to her waist, imbued with the Secrets.&nbsp; On her other hip they bound a slim Torch, a small pouch of flint and stone close to it.<br><br>She was ready.<br><br>Voleta walked to where an ebony mare stood.&nbsp; The dog, black as night sat, watching her approach.&nbsp; Voleta wove her fingers through the mares mane and half leapt, pulling herself up to straddle the horse.&nbsp; A small asp uncurled itself from the horses mane and wound up Voleta's arm so that it nestled in the crook of her neck and shoulder.<br><br>Voleta gently pulled at the mares mane, guiding the animal with her feet.&nbsp; She went into the west, the dog following close behind.<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 04:03:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It would be be with a gentle and subtle hand that Aphrodite would guide the priestesses to Halie's grotto. Westward from Athens she would lead them, tugging at the instincts, ensuring the path was clear, and all others difficult.<br><br>The two women would leave Athens choosing their own way, but the goddess of love would carefully guide their way so that the two would cross paths before reaching Halie's grotto. Aphrodite found great amusement and interest pair these two together, so different and opposing. Such pairings made for the most succulent love. And with Halie's help, the two most unlikely lovers would pay homage to Aphrodite in the most endearing manner.<br><br>Hecate and Nike, when they would become aware of Aphrodite's meddling, will be angry and petition Olympus for assistance. They may, or may not get it. Aphrodite was surely Zeus's favored daughter.<br><br>The way lie westward, through narrow and forested valleys, under a mist of fog, lest prying eyes from above find interest. There at the head of a pure stream of crystalline water, lied in wait the nubile and alluring nymph and Nereid, Halie.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 17:10:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicola exited the Temple..her handmaidens were there to greet her and wish her well. They brought her steed: Prince:&nbsp; a shining white charger that galloped across land as if he had wings. She hugged each one and stepped back to look at them all..<br><br>"Each day ..make a sacrifice to Nike and supplicate yourselves before her making yourselves and me, worthy of her aid. She is a fair and loving goddess but must be admired and honored! "<br><br>Nicola mounted her faithful charger putting her hand to her side where her jeweled dagger lay- once belonging, it is said and passed down, from Nike herself. Nicola's spear was at her right foot ready to grasp and throw if needed.<br><br>She took off in the direction of the west, somehow knowing that is where this battle would be fought. As she galloped away, a white wolf, quietly ran behind her- some believing it was Nike's guard that protected her high priestess at all times.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 22:01:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Voleta's horse picked it's way through the mist which drifted through the ancient forest.&nbsp; The black dog prowled ahead, her keen nose, ears and eyes wary for any sign of possible danger.<br><br>Each path Voleta had tried had inevitable lead her west, though now it was hard to pinpoint her direction as the mist about her was continual.&nbsp; Voleta felt the tug from the west, an urging to continue <em>that</em> way.&nbsp; She was no fool to deny the summons, thinking this was such to lead her to the place in her dream.&nbsp; So she continued west.<br><br>It was upon the end of the second day that she made her small camp, dressing and cooking the hare which the black dog had caught and brought to her.&nbsp; Edible roots and water from a small creek allowed her to make a simple soup.&nbsp; Voleta gave the bones to the dog to chew upon, scratching behind it's ears as she leaned back against the crook of a giant tree root, the horse grazing upon the grass not far off.<br><br>Soon the small fire waned until it was nothing but embers in the dark and Voleta fell asleep with the dogs head in her lap.<br><br>The small asp curled near Voleta's neck slithered off of her and into the dark, to seek its own supper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 04:41:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The scheming goddesses of Olympus moved their minions and worshipers about like pieces on the playing board that was life. Scant thought, or none at all were given to the wishes or desires of mere mortals, they indeed were the playthings of the divine.<br><br>Aphrodite's plan was to ensure the two priestesses crossed paths prior to reaching Halie's grotto. Such a meeting would provide great entertainment and set them down the right course. Light and Dark shall meet, conflict will arise, the two would find each other most disagreeable.<br><br>Nevertheless, the two must find their way there together, and drink from the Bowl of Gaia, the waters of Halie's grotto.<br><br>Aphrodite smirked, and laughed a small little laugh to herself...<br><br>Hecate was vexed. Nike was contemplative. Matters were going along as planned, each priestess heeded the dream and set out as instructed. Only by drinking from the Bowl of Gaia could the rift between the two houses be healed.<br><br>The dream was vague, and by design. The hand the gods and goddesses play must be subtle and indirect, this was their edict. There was plenty of opportunity for events to go astray, for the dream to be twisted and turned to something not intended.<br><br>Both Hecate and Nike were suspicious, and not least of all of the meddlesome Aphrodite. Neither could divine any untoward intent, but a sharp eye would be kept upon each of their priestesses respectively. Neither had the power to challenge daughter of Zeus, however, so it was the two goddesses could only wait, and watch for now.<br><br>Halie languished in her grotto, awaiting the arrival of the two priestesses. Her immediate realm, the grotto, the stream and its vicinity were under her control. She would know when the women entered her sphere of influence, and she would be ready to do her part, Aphrodite's bidding. It was no chore she was asked of, indeed she relished it, longed for it and dreamed of it each evening. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 16:21:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicola travelled in the woods she was familiar with- up to a point. She loved being in the outdoors and this day was a gift from the gods: the sun beamed through the tall branches and lit a path as if directly from Nike's torch for Nicola to follow. Her wolf bounded sometimes behind her and sometimes in front of her. The day was warm but a light breeze followed them and as Nicola was in no hurry- this was not a battle after all- she delighted in her ride. She rode thus for a day and part of another making camp when needed.<br><br>She rode for several hours, greeted by the song birds and other inhabitants of the wood. They did not fear her or she them- they enjoyed each others presence and passing with no problems. Suddenly, Nicola heard her wolf howling..she stopped her charger for a moment and ran her hand along his flank.<br><br>"I wonder what is wrong..she is baying to alert me..she would not do that for any inhabitant of the forest for this is their home and we live together in peace..she has come across someone or something!"<br><br>Nicola approached the clearing cautiously on her charger where her wolf howled. She could not see anything from a distance and so she dismounted..coming closer she recognized an asp hissing at her baying wolf. She knew this asp did not belong here for if it did, both animals would have gone on their way.. She looked around..wondering..a small uncomfortable feeling forming in her stomach..a sense that something was not right..she grasper her dagger at her side- ready to strike if necessary.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 23:50:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Voleta tucked her black robe around herself, over her dress, and pulled up the hood.&nbsp; It was a damp morning, with the mist and the vague outline of the sun above.<br><br>She was preparing to depart when the howling began.&nbsp; It was coming from the east, if she surmised correctly, back the way she had come from.&nbsp; Immediately the horse pricked its ears and began to move restlessly.&nbsp; Voleta took the reins firmly and laid a comforting hand on its nose.&nbsp; The black dog tensed, its hackles raising.&nbsp; It looked at her.&nbsp; Voleta slashed her hand, as if to say, 'Stay.'&nbsp; Voleta rarely spoke when it was not required.&nbsp; The dog stood still, waiting.<br><br>Quickly Voleta mounted the horse.&nbsp; She looked about for the asp yet could not see it.&nbsp; Giving a motion with her hand, she send the dog out in front of her to where the howling came from.&nbsp; <br><br>Voleta followed, narrowing her eyes and sliding her Dagger from it's sheath.&nbsp; They came closer to the sound.<br><br>Then the dog froze and Voleta dismounted, tying the mare onto a tree so she could not flee in panic.&nbsp; She padded quietly forward to where the dog was perhaps fifty feet in front of her and knelt by it.<br><br>Just barely visible through the mist perhaps seventy feet farther on was a white wolf baring it's teeth at something.&nbsp; Voleta knew almost immediately it had to be her asp.&nbsp; She could feel its anger.&nbsp; The black dog did not even growl, but Voleta could almost smell its pent up violence.<br><br>Then there was movement and Voleta stayed very still, watching a horse and rider come up to stop just beyond the wolf.<br><br>It was a woman. Voleta recognized instantly that she was a Priestess of Nike.&nbsp; She turned her Dagger over so that the obsidian blade nestled in the palm of her hand, and she began to whisper to it.<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 14:57:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicola caught a movement in the brush..she moved closer..she could not make out exactly who it was but she had the eery sense it had something to do with the Goddess Hecate. Nicola could stay and fight or..she could leave..it was a dilemma. Nicola NEVER left a fight..however..there was a more important mission that she was on and time was of the utmost importance. She made a decision.<br><br>She backed away from the clearing.."Wolf..COME". Nicola turned her charger and galloped west. She knew she would meet Hecate's priestess another time and there WOULD be a battle..but it would not happen this day.<br><br>Nicola rode all day not stopping for food or rest. She felt an 'urgency' to push on. Wolf followed in her shadow- listening and protecting. Quite suddenly she heard a 'whisper' that seemed to say: 'You are here".<br>She looked around at the lush vegetation and halted her stead.<br><br>"Stop, Prince, we rest here." Nicola dismounted and looked around, her hand on her dagger. Wolf stopped some 100 feet away from her ears high sensing and listening.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 19:14:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She stood, watching as the rider rode around and past her into the west, the white wolf backing off and speeding after her.&nbsp; For a moment, she seriously considered flinging her dagger into the woman's back, but she decided against it.&nbsp; She'd heard the woman's voice and thought she would never forget the particular sound of it.&nbsp; The other woman was...familiar and Voleta knew then she had dreamt of her.&nbsp; She pondered upon this, turning it over and over in her mind.&nbsp; This was an enemy, she should be laid out dead at Voleta's feet, yet she had not tried to stop her departure.<br><br>Walking forward Voleta watched as her small asp warbled it's raised up head, still spitting out little hisses.&nbsp; She knelt by it and it turned to her, quickly slithering into Voleta's extended hand.&nbsp; The black dog was sniffing the ground all about, it's hackles still raised as Voleta brought up the little asp and kissed it on the head.<br><br>Her free hand flipped the Dagger about so that she again held it by the bone handle and slipped it back into it's sheath.&nbsp; Then she stood and headed back to her horse.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>02-08-2009, 20:20:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Halie's nipples hardened, excited in anticipation of the arrival of the priestesses. They were near, she could sense their presence at the outer edges of her sphere of influence. Inside her grotto Halie lie upon a bed stuffed with the feathers of swans, a gift of Aphrodite, Her grotto, which served as the source of the stream served her purposes well. Her living space was dry of course, the stream's waters rushed by. A pool of perfectly clear water formed at the foot of her bed, warmed by magical rocks fashioned by Hephaestus. The grotto was dimly lit by curious algae and growths along the cave walls, bathing the quarters in a purple and yellow hue. The entrance of the grotto was veiled by hanging vines of green leaves and dainty lavender blossoms whose scent drifted in on soft breezes.<br><br>Halie writhed and squirmed in anticipation. Never before could she recall being so fevered with lust. Her lovers would soon arrive, and Halie would be ready.<br><br>Outside the grotto, the sun shone warmly through the canopy of populars and oaks that cast over the grotto and grove. Butterflies and ladybugs fluttered and buzzed about, echoing the restlessness of their mistress. The rushing waters of the stream slowed gently, almost if it too waited, expectant. Blue birds and robins sang, but quietly and soothingly, they too sensed the impending arrival.<br><br>When the priestesses arrived, it would be time for Halie to emerge with the bowl. No greater enemies, both loathed and respected, would be joined by the charms of Halie guided by the hand of the Goddess of Love.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 14:14:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicola proceeded on foot. She let the reigns fall as Prince would never leave her. She looked around-she 'felt' more than saw anyone watching. It was an eery feeling-as if someone was behind her but when she turned, no one appeared, not even a shadow. She held one hand on her dagger the other on the hilt ready to pull it out at a second's need. She stepped gently trying to make as little noise as possible. An owl hooted and Nicola bent to her knees -watching- waiting- listening. Again, no one and no thing showed its presence. She slowly rose and moved on, pushing the lush vegetation away from her view.<br><br><em>Who is here, who is watching and waiting? Could it be Hecate's priestess ready to do battle? It doesn't matter, I am ready!</em><br><br>Her steps were more sure now, for if it was battle to be done this day, she was ready. Her goddess would protect her and if it was her day to die, she would do it with valor and honor.<br><br>Nicola came upon the grove of beautiful tall trees- a lovely stream running through it to. Here she felt a sense of peace- still the feeling of being watched, but, a calmness that she had not felt since dismounting her steed. She bent to the stream and cupped her hand in its gently whispering coolness bringing her hand to her lips to taste its sweet nectar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 05:45:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Voleta bent her head down, riding, nearly sleeping, allowing her mare and her dog to guide her through the seemingly endless night.<br><br>She had dreams, and all of them were overlaid in a wash of silver water.&nbsp; When she raised her head, she only saw mist, wet, touching her skin and she feel back asleep, a strange lyrical rhythm of water and stone guiding her onward.<br><br>Then the mare stopped.&nbsp; <br><br>Voleta sat in her saddle for a long period, senseless, then she stirred.&nbsp; The dog barked, and she raised her head, looking about.&nbsp; The first thing she saw was another horse; A white horse, a white wolf.&nbsp; Immediately she woke, hissing down to the dog to halt it's aggression, snaking her hand through the mares ebony mane to 'hold'. <br><br>By dent of will they obeyed; not by anything else.<br><br>Voleta dismounted, her hand slipping her obsidian dagger from where it lay.&nbsp; She touched the horse.&nbsp; "Calm", she commanded in her mind, then flicked her finger so that the dog followed her.<br><br>Around the other animals she went, until they passed, and then she looked at the dog as if to tell her 'Hold'.&nbsp; The dog bowed it's head, sniffing, her eyes rolling back and forth in a watchful manner.&nbsp; <br><br>Voleta continued, until the mist seemed to lighten, to warm.&nbsp; Suddenly her asp wriggled frantically and fell to the ground, back away to her horse and dog.&nbsp; Voleta was beyond care now though, her feet taking her forward into the warm, intoxicating mist.<br><br>She breathed deep, something infecting her, some spirit, and she gave no resistance as the very air lead her forward to where water sparkled over stone, and another woman bent down, dressed in white, cupping the water into her hands to drink.<br><br>Voleta stood straight and dark, her shadow falling over the woman in white, her hand gripped tight to her blade, the look in her black eyes unfathomable.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 03:17:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Halie's blue eyes lit with curiosity. A mischievous smile waxed over her delicate face. Between the vines that obscured the entrance of her grotto she spied the arrival of a woman. It could only be Aphrodite's promised visitor, if only one of the two promised her. Halie's gaze roamed over the woman from head to toe. White robed, tall and beautiful she was with long soft locks of fine hair, and such generous swell of bosom. Even from this distance Halie dreamed of tasting the woman's lips and to feel her embrace.<br><br>Halie continued to watch as the woman knelt at the banks of the stream to quench her thirst, when another woman approached. Halie's eyes widened with increasing interest as the woman approached the first from behind. And so arrived Aphrodite's second gift. This woman, so different appearing from the first was robed in black. Her shoulders and arms were bare though and the contrast of the woman's creamy skin to her dark attire tickled Halie's most intimate regions. The woman was as darkly alluring as the first was bright and beautiful. Aphrodite was indeed a kind mistress to send her way these two lovely mates.<br><br>It was time for Halie to play her part.<br><br>With the Bowl of Gaia in the crook of her arm Halie stepped out from her grotto. The song on her lips was soft and sweet, wandering and allusive. Her voice was high but not pitched, like that of young siren. Naked as the gods had created her she strode out from her grotto and into the stream. Though the water's height rose to her thighs she moved easily for she was at her essence a creature of the sea, lakes and rivers. Halie's golden tresses sparkled amid the beams of sun that shown through the canopy of trees. Her breasts hung temptingly like fruit from Diana's garden, her hips and legs curved like Luna's crescent, true and prefect.<br><br>Halie sung on, and for the time being oblivious to the two priestesses as she strode out to the middle of the stream. When she was aside the two women, across on the banks, Halie stopped.<br><br>She filled the bowl with the streams water, arched her back and spilled the bowl's contents down the front of her neck. The silvery waters cascaded over Halie's breasts, sparkling and splashing down like tiny musical bells. Halie licked her lips and an audible sigh of pleasure escaped her dainty throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 21:13:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicola looked up from her kneeling position near the stream as she heard a beautiful melody. She was at first surprised and then hypnotized the by beauty that approached in the stream, naked. Nicola felt the presence of another but she was too mesmerized to both to look back. She rose slowly..her hands dropping at her side as she followed the slow, sensuous path the maiden strode.<br><br>Nicola stretched out her hand as if to touch the beauty but the singing maiden proceeded on as if guided by some unknown visage. She stopped not far from Nicola and she spilled water on herself- dropped as if from a <br>golden goblet where ribbons of sunkissed ripples fell down her body. Nicola had the urge to meet the beauty where she was and she turned putting a foot in the water when she saw to her right- that Voleta was beside her. Nicola gasped..broken from her sensual trance!<br><br>"You! What is it you wish here! What poison and evil have you brought to this place of beauty and purity!"<br><br>Nicola drew her dagger..her wolf growling behind her ready to pounce if necessary!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 03:51:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Voleta skewed her eyes away from Nike's Priestess at the first sound of the song.&nbsp; Never had she heard such a voice, achingly sweet, pure, yet dripping with sensuous overtones. <br><br>Then she saw the nymph and her head tilted completely to the side in surprise and wonder.&nbsp; The grip on her dagger slackened and she could only stare at this creature, surely far more then human, for her beauty was as that of something beyond mere mortal flesh.&nbsp; The song came from this being, and Voleta lost all sense of reality, swept up in the enchantment.<br><br>She watched as the nymph came forward, took her bowl and dipped it in the water.&nbsp; The bowl was tipped, pouring out its contents onto the perfect, naked form of the nymph and Voleta straightened her head, staring at the course the water took down her neck, breasts, belly, thighs.&nbsp; It was a ritualistic, this action, this singing, this deliberate slowness.&nbsp; It was heady and provocative in the extreme.&nbsp; Voleta had never before been so instantly tempted as she was now, to move forward and taste the drops from this creatures skin.<br><br>Then the Priestess in white moved and spoke.&nbsp; Voleta snapped her head about and narrowed her eyes at the woman.&nbsp; She looked her enemy up and down and sneered at her words, not even bothering to speak, her hand testing the weight of her own dagger, fingers gripping it firmly again. Her head lowered and she raised the dagger to her lips, kissing it, her sneer turning into a cold smile at the woman.&nbsp; She'd slit her throat for such audacity.&nbsp; The black dog shot out of the trees and instantly was between the wolf and Voleta, hackles raised, teeth bared, it's eyes nearly wild.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 02:57:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				From the bowl Halie drew a sponge. Her movements were fluid and silky, and with her back turned to the two priestesses she bent over to immerse the sponge in the water. The shafts of sunlight cast over her figure, highlighting it and illuminating it. Upright once more, Halie squeezed out the sponge, whose waters cascaded down her back to rain down her bottom in sparkling rivulets.<br><br>With her chin turned around on her shoulder, looking back at the two priestesses, Halie applied the wet sponge to her nether region. Halie's coy demeanor shifted to one of demure, her eyes half closed, biting her lower lip. Halie's audience couldn't see precisely where she applied the sponge, but the bend of her arm and the look in her eyes provided more than enough clues.<br><br>Halie spoke no words but turned towards the two women at the shore line of the stream. As Halie approached an agitated dog broke out from the trees. Halie could convey basic emotions to animals and especially to those within her circle of influence. She reached out to the simple, but loyal animal and put its concerns at rest. Their eyes met with the unspoken exchange, and Halie made a slight motion with her chin. The dog stayed nearby but laid down upon the grass, watching what might happen next.<br><br>Halie then slowly looked from one priestess to another, making no attempt to disguise how her eyes undressed each one, her gaze languishing upon the swell of their bosom and their long legs. She could feel the palpable tension between the the two proud women, and Halie was aroused. Aroused Halie may be, she was nevertheless in control of the encounter.<br><br>When she spoke, she spoke simply.<br><br>Halie raised the Bowl of Gaia before her and said "Place your daggers in the bowl. "<br><br>It would not be unusual to place in the holding of a hostess a guest's weapon, nor would it be unusual to offer such a treasured item as a gift to the goddess. Which it was went unsaid and could only be guessed at.<br><br>Halie awaited their compliance, and turned her sparking blue gaze upon the Priestess of Nike.<br><br>"Tell me priestess what is your name? I wish to hear you say it, for it must be beautiful indeed." Halie said, her voice a blend of curiosity and coyness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 06:56:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicola continues to watch the movement of the water beauty- captivated and hypnotized by her every turn. She stands on the shore unmoving, as if she as been turned into alabaster and marble fearing any slight action would cause the lovely one to cease her sensuous dance.&nbsp; Nicola held her breath as she watched the curvaceous one turn her body-Nicola wanting to touch her golden skin and run her fingers gently down the arch of her curve. Suddenly the dog jumped forward and caught Nicola's attention. She saw her enemy so close to her..Nicola's hand went instinctively to her dagger..ready to aim and throw ..and die if that is what the gods and goddesses wanted.<br><br>Then, as if by magic, Hailey raised her hand and the dog lay upon the soft grass as if nothing happened. Her sweet voice imploring them to place their daggers in the bowl. Nicola was reluctant to do it but the beautiful creature was most assuredly sent by the gods and should not be dismissed! Or bad things could happen. She did not trust her enemy..but..as she looked into the eyes of the beseecher..there was no room to vacillate in her decision- Nicola placed her dagger in the bowl with only a little hesitation..<br><br>As the creature's sweet voice turned to Nicola, she felt only 2 people existed in this place : herself and the diaphanous beauty who stood in front of her. <br><br>"My name is Nicola..high priestess for my goddess Nike" Nicola said softly her name floating in the air light and sweet.<br><br>"and beauty that you are with the voice of an angel, what might your name be?" Nicola waited with baited breath pleased that she was noticed first.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 22:04:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Voleta tried to keep her eyes nailed to her enemies, but the nymph was there, right on edge of her sight and she could not help but look at the ethereal creature again.&nbsp; Somehow, she felt the nymph speak to the black dog and felt all the tension and fury run from the animal as it moved away to rest on the grass.&nbsp; Before that moment, only Voleta had been able to commune with the animal in such a fashion, this only heightened her sense of dreamlike enchantment as she watched the nymph.<br><br>She could almost feel the gaze of the beauty on her and it made her skin breakout in pleasurable gooseflesh.&nbsp; Voleta was stunned by her reaction, shaken by it.&nbsp; She felt bereft, even envious, when the nymphs eyes turned to the Priestess of Nike.<br><br>Then the nymph raised the bowl and commanded.&nbsp; Voleta could not object, as this was proper, to show respect here, in this domain.&nbsp; She stepped forward and placed the obsidian dagger into the bowl, gazing at the delicate, creamy arms that held it, then with great difficulty, she stepped back again as the Priestess of Nike came forward and did the same.&nbsp; Voleta narrowed her eyes, thinking the other woman should not look at the nymph in such a fashion.<br><br>The nymph then turned her head and spoke...but she spoke to the other Priestess!&nbsp; Voleta was overwhelmed with a jealous rage as Nicola answered and before she could stop herself, she pounced, knocking Nicola to the ground, twisting herself so that they rolled away from the nymph.&nbsp; <em>"Mine!"</em> she shrieked, her voice cracking like a whip, her fingers curled into Nicola's white gown.&nbsp; Voleta yanked Nicola over and up again so that the gown ripped on one sleeve.&nbsp; Voleta reached out to shove Nicola hard on her shoulders, so that she tumbled and fell into the water.&nbsp; Voleta's black eyes were hot with anger and jealousy, wading in after the other Priestess.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 05:16:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nicola." Halie repeated, letting the woman's name form upon her lips and slip off reluctantly. Their eyes remained locked, Halie's blue orbs full of mischievous lust.<br><br>Halie presented the bowl to each woman, accepting their blades, each placing them in the bowl with some hesitancy but ultimately complying. While the two women were surely under the spell of the nymph, they nevertheless remained in control of their own actions.<br><br>Halie turned back towards the middle of the stream and promptly tipped the bowl, spilling the priestesses daggers into the running waters. One might expect the metal weapons to immediately sink to the bottom, but no. The two blades drifted off down the stream like two wandering leaves, taken away by the current, swept away by powers beyond their control.<br><br>Indeed it foreshadowed events yet to transpire, but unavoidable as the ever persistent flow of stream's current.<br><br>Halie turned back to the two priestesses and was about to entertain Nicola's query, when events moved ahead even quicker than she imagined they would.<br><br><em>"Mine!"</em>, shouted the dark priestess. It seemed the seeds of jealousy planted had taken to root.<br><br>She watched as the priestess of Hecate tackled Nicola in a fit of rage and jealousy. Halie watched on with amusement in her eyes as the two women struggled, with Nicola being shoved into the stream, the enraged priestess of Hecate close on her heels. Few things aroused Halie more than watching two lovers fight for her affections, and she had no intention of putting it to an end any time soon. Halie's gaze widened with pleasure when the dark priestess tore at Nicola's gown.<br><br>Yes! All the better thought Halie. It would be a pleasant vision indeed to see these two women tear the garments from each other. Events were proceeding just as Halie wished them to be.<br><br>For now Halie stood by, seemingly dispassionate over the outburst. The time would come soon enough to turn events in the appropriate direction. For now Halie enjoyed the spectacle of the two proud priestesses fight over her affections.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:20:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicola watched as the beauty took their daggers in the bowl and turned then dumping them in the stream..Nicola stiffled a cry as she saw her precious dagger floating -but then a small gasp escaped her lips as the daggers floated down the stream in air instead of sinking to the bottom of the water bed..<br><br><em>What strange magic is there in this place? Are we enchanged? Are we dreaming?</em> <br><br>Nicola looked around to try and sort out the dilemma when the sprite again caught her eye..Nicola was unprepared for the shriek that came from Hecate's priestess..all of a sudden Nicola found herself in the cold water sputtering and as she lost her balance and her head and face went under the water..her gown ripping..<br>As Voleta came after her..Nicola reached out and caught the monster's hair wrapping it around her fist and pulling hard. She managed to get her other hand in Voleta's gown and pull the corner near her shoulder..it tore all the way to her waist exposing a well formed , luscious breasts with a large round nipple just waiting to be tasted. Nicola was in no loving mood however..and pulled the woman's hair so her torso bowed out. Nicola wrapped her legs around Voleta's waist and pulled her hair again-ready to wrap her arm around Voleta's neck and snap it if it was needed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 02:50:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Wretch!"&nbsp; Voleta hissed through her teeth as Nicola grabbed her hair and yanked back, uncaring how the position revealed even more of her chest.<br><br>Voleta didn't even hesitate.&nbsp; She growled at the pulling of her hair and tensed her arm, ramming it into Nicola's stomach so that her air went out of the other Priestess in a <em>whoosh</em>.&nbsp; Voleta reached back and snagged her own fingers into Nicola's hair, twisting herself around so the two woman were face to face and then she shoved forward with her legs so that they were more on the bank, out of the water.<br><br>She continued to kick her legs, wriggling one out of Nicola's legs as they gripped around her waist until she had one free and locked it around Nicola in the same manner as she was held.<br><br>Her scalp was screaming in pain and Voleta responded in kind, twisting her fingers deeper into Nicola's long tresses.&nbsp; They both panted and strained, refusing to give in to the other.&nbsp; Glaring at each other with hate and murder in their eyes. <br><br>The two women were locked in mutual defiance.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 22:28:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Stop."<br><br>Haile's voice was neither loud nor harsh, but rang clear like a musical chime that would not go unnoticed amid the fracas. Loathe however she was to end the amusing tussle of the two women, it was time to take the next step.<br><br>Haile strode towards the two priestesses, the Bowl of Gaia held firmly in the crook of one arm. She stood before the two women, nude and shameless, glowing with a calm self-assuredness.<br><br>Wordless she bent over and dipped the bowl into the stream, not quite filling it to its rim.<br><br>"A vision came to me, telling me two enemies would come to my grotto, and leave as lovers."<br><br>Haile paused, looking to one, and then the other, her eyes roaming over their bodies and torn garments.<br><br>"If you are ready to do the gods will, you must discard your soiled robes down the stream, leave such things behind you."<br><br>"When you are ready, you may drink from the bowl and receive Gaia's blessing."<br><br>"You are Nicola," said Hailey. "And your name lovely priestess of Hecate?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 04:00:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicola looked at Hailey as she gave the order to stop..Nicola's hand freeing Voleta's hair. She listened to the woman..she noticed how her eyes took in every curve, every dip of each of their bodies.<br><br><em>She is enjoying what she sees!</em> It was a surprise to Nicola to realize this..perhaps..well..maybe..<br><br>Nicola did not have to be told twice to discard her dress so she could drink from the enchanged chalice. She quickly took off her torn gown and threw it in the direction of the flowing water. Standing naked she was not embarrassed. These were women..sisters..well...at least the nymph in the water and Nicola were sisters. Nicola didn't know what to call Hecate's priestess!<br><br>Nicola, now naked, stood in the water..walking slowly approaching the nymph. She wanted to touch her body..her beautiful breast beckoned to the priestess of Nike.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 05:25:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With <em>great</em> reluctance, Voleta let Nicola go.&nbsp; She was the High Priestess of Hectate...such a 'peace', such a 'requirement' was galling.&nbsp; Yet still she let her hands loose, listening, watching this 'Nicola' rise up and obey the words of the nymph.<br><br>Voleta sat up, deeply moved by the words herself, yet her spirit was not so easily bent.&nbsp; She sat, narrowing her eyes, watching the other Priestess obey.&nbsp; Still, she sat, still, until Nicola stood naked in the water, compliant, and Voleta didn't give a damn about what <em>she</em> did.<br><br>...Yet the nymph spoke...looking at Voleta, asking her name.&nbsp; It was beyond her ability to refuse this, and Voleta stood, pushing herself up off the ground, walking slowly to the beautiful, inhuman blonde. "Voleta, Mistress.&nbsp; I am Voleta." she said.<br><br>With that Voleta stood just before the nymph, keeping her feet on the firm earth.&nbsp; She reached up her pale hands and hooked her fingers into the last remaining black fabric over her shoulder, pulling it slowly downward so that it fell slowly, exposing her pale, soft, beautiful flesh.<br><br>She stood naked, stepping out of the garment and stepped forward so that her ankles were covered in water, then she knelt and raised her dark head, black hair streaming down her pale back.<br><br>Voleta raised her hands and closed her eyes...and waited.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 06:34:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Far away from the events surrounding Haile's grotto, upon a cloud shrouded mount, Zeus the god of all gods found himself in the least amiable of predicaments.<br><br>Two goddesses stood before him, each powerful and beautiful in their own right, were screaming their protestations to their supreme god. There was Hecate on his left, and Nike on his right. Moments before the only thing that managed to separate them was a mighty bolt of lightening that cleaved the two goddesses apart.<br><br>Zeus had yet to discern what precisely was at issue between the two goddesses and he was unsure if he should even care. Until of course when he spied Aphrodite not far off taking in the spectacle from behind a marble pillar a safe distance away. The mirth in her eyes and the pleased look across her lush lips was evidence enough to know that his meddlesome, if beloved daughter was up to her usual tricks.<br><br>Out of the cacophony of hurled insults and denunciations between the quarreling goddesses two words caught Zeus's attention: <em>Nymph</em> and <em>Bowl</em>.<br><br><hr><br>Haile watched on as Nicola discarded what remained of her shredded gown downstream. The nymph's vision was filled with the delightful figure of the woman. Supple and athletic, tall and with long legs befitting such a priestess of Nike, of Victory.<br><br>For now, Haile held in check her passions, a passion that was nearly to boil over despite her discipline.<br><br>She turned her gaze upon the dark priestess of Hecate, who she now knew as the one named Voleta. Her eyes too feasted upon the woman's every curve and smooth line. Her skin was like milk, pale and refreshing, sensuous and tempting. For a fleeting moment Hailey envisioned herself wrapped up in the woman's embrace. She pulled back her urgent need for now, the only outward sign of her struggle the rapid blink of her soft eyes. Haile watched on with great curiosity as Voleta did something she least expected. Her torn gown at her feet, she stepped forward and then knelt before her. With her head of dark luxurious hair held up, she was not wholly supplicant, but unlike Nicola the gesture seemed submissive in comparison.<br><br>Haile moved forward to stand before Voleta. Though shorter than either woman, she now stood over the kneeling priestess. She looked down at Voleta between her breasts, and into her eyes. The swell of Haile's breasts hung over Voleta, casting her face in shadow.<br><br>"Tell me priestess of Hecate, dark and beautiful Voleta. What price will you pay to be free of discourse from your enemy? Do you not fear losing that which has kept you strong and vigilant? Do you dare drink from this bowl?"<br><br><hr><br>Aphrodite could not be more pleased with herself. She had not been so entertained in what seemed eons. So beside themselves and distracted were Nike and Hecate, their most ardent worshipers were temporarily forgotten and left bereft of any divine fortitude. Thus it was the two priestesses souls were left bare and pliable, vulnerable to the wishes of Aphrodite and the charms of her nymph.<br><br>Soon such womanly pleasures would be indulged in that would curl the toes of Sappho herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 05:41:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicola felt abandoned as the nymph's eyes left her body and traveled the length and breadth of the High Priestess of Hecate. It was not in her disposition to be jealous or angry and Nicola did not feel these things..no..she felt a 'loss' almost an emptiness in her body that she wanted to fill again with the seering passion and warmth she saw in the nymph's eyes when she gazed upon Nicola.<br><br>Slowly as the nymph was preoccupied with Voleta, Nicola entered the water inching her way to the nymph's back..Nicola finally is behind the nymph- Nicola's hand reaches under the water to come up and caress the nymph's passionate core. Nicola is not aware of her boldness only that she MUST do this..MUST touch the nymph there or ..or...or..something will happen!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>22-08-2009, 05:02:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Voleta regarded the creature before her, black eyes steady, looking up into the brilliance of the others.&nbsp; All physical awareness was nothing as she heard the words put to her. <br><br>The High Priestess of Hectate spoke.&nbsp; "Price?&nbsp; There was, come to me, a dream; I heard the Three Voices of Great Hectate speak, bidding me to sleep.&nbsp; So I did dream..."&nbsp; Turning her head, Voleta's eyes watched Nicola, realization dawning in her gaze.&nbsp; Nicola was the one from her dream, the Priestess in White Across the Shore.&nbsp; Nicola was slowly moving, yet Voleta did not pay heed to it.&nbsp; &nbsp;She shook her head and looked back at the nymph.&nbsp; "I pay whatever price required to meet the demands of Hectate the Divine.&nbsp; &nbsp;Discourse or peace matters not, if it not the Will of the Triplicate Goddess.&nbsp; Strength?&nbsp; Strength lies within more then mortal war.&nbsp; I fear <em>none</em> of it.&nbsp; Whatever the Will, let it be done.&nbsp; Whatever the Price...I pay it."<br><br>Voleta reached out to cradle the nymphs hands in her own, where they rested on the Bowl, bringing the vessel forward until the pure water inside lapped at the edge, just before her parted lips.&nbsp; Looking back up at the nymph, she said.&nbsp; "I <em>dare</em>."<br><br>She drank.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 01:41:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Halie felt as much as saw out of the peripheral of her vision, Nicola circling around behind her. Like a honeybee drawn to a flower's core was the priestess drawn to the nymph's temptations.<br><br>Voleta, kneeling before Halie proclaimed her desire, speaking confidently and with self-assuredness that she was willing to pay any price that came with the god's will. It was then she eagerly clasped the bowl in her hands. As Halie tipped it to the woman's lips, Nicola's fingers probed Halie's most private of places. What her fingers met were soft pubes much like her hair, brown and fine, but also a mess of arousal both wet and musky.<br><br>The sensation of Nicola's touch drew forth from Haile a small gasp of pleasure and the bowl of water tipped forward more rapidly than intended, pouring a generous portion of the stream's waters past Voleta's parted lips. Voleta was afforded a generous portion of the bowl's water, so much so it spilled out over her lips and down her chin.<br><br>Voleta drank, and what she drank from the bowl was a small taste of Halie's essence, her libido, her energy. The effect of the Nymph's waters, drawn from the Bowl of Gaia, would in fact do nothing specifically to lessen the feud between the two priestesses. What it would do is imbue her with a sexual desire that would not be denied nor sated any time soon. Her body would almost be immediately feel its effects and respond.<br><br>Slowly and gracefully Halie twisted and turned her backside to Voleta and offered the bowl to Nicola.<br><br>"Do you dare, Priestess of Nike, drink from the Bowl of Gaia? Do you seek an end to the strife and war with your enemies? 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 09:12:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nicola's excitement grows as she feels the moist wetness at Halie's core. A fire starts low in Nicola's belly growing up to her&nbsp; breasts and fanning out to her entire body. Nicola is unaware the Voleta is drinking from the bowl as she is much too interested in the passion Halie is feeling and stirring in Nicola's body.<br><br>As Halie turns to Nicola, Nicola's hand slips away and slips up to Nicola's lips..her fingers enter her mouth where she feasts on the nymph's juices..the sweetest nectar she has ever tasted...closing her eyes to savor the treasure as a warmth of such intensity courses through her ..her eyes flying open at once.<br><br>As Halie's words echo in Nicola's ears..she nods to the nymph and slowly her hands reach out for the precious bowl she brings the magical waters to her lips closing her eyes and drinking slowly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 02:49:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The High Priestess of Hecate lowered her lashes as the water from within the bowl slowly filled past her lips, through her teeth and into her mouth.&nbsp; It was cool and pure on her tongue.&nbsp; There was no other word for it; It was delicious.<br><br>Voleta opened her throat and swallowed.<br><br>Her eyes flew open and she gave a startled sound, but then the bowl was tipped farther, flooding Voleta's mouth so that she drank again, then again as the water poured down her chin and neck.<br><br>Finally she let the bowl go, rearing back, gasping in long and deep.&nbsp; She lowered herself so that her buttocks rested on her ankles, the back of her hand pressed to her open mouth.&nbsp; The water lapped up under her breasts and her eyes grew unfocused.&nbsp; A sigh escaped her as her hand fell limply into the water even as a small, soft frown furrowed her brow.<br><br>The slow current of the stream against her body became suddenly teasing, caressing.&nbsp; She let her head fall back, black hair dipping into the water up to the back of her neck, caught in the pushing, constant sensation.&nbsp; She opened her eyes.<br><br>She saw the curling hair of the nymph, a soft cloud down her flawless back.&nbsp; Her eyes came to pinpoint focus immediately and she rose back up on her knees, reaching out her hands.&nbsp; She pushed herself up slowly to stand as her fingers and palms made contact with the nymphs waist, pressing gently, upward along Haile's sides, under the creatures hair until she felt the swell of the sides of her breasts. Voleta stood behind the smaller being, her hands moving more, coming up to cross over the nymphs shoulders, hugging her back against Voleta's body.<br><br>The dark Priestess watched narrowly as Nicola took up the bowl.&nbsp; Voleta tightened her arms around the nymphs shoulders in a gesture of covetousness, feeling her skin hot and flushed, nearly shaking being so close to Haile.&nbsp; Yet she could not seem to tear her eyes away from Nicola's mouth and face as she in turn, drank from the bowl.&nbsp; She closed her eyes tightly for a moment, then opened them again to watch.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 15:15:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Halie's pleasure shone outward from the pit of her stomach and she verily glowed. How fortunate she was mused the nymph, to not only partake in the pleasures of another female, but two! She fully intended to milk the encounter of every last drop of succulent pleasure she could, for its memory would sate her appetite over those lonely nights bereft of companionship.<br><br>Nicola drank the bowl's water, imbuing the mysterious elixir. Halie watched intently, searching her gorgeous eyes and licking her lips in anticipation. Behind her, Voleta pressed up against her, the contact of their skin, and her roaming hands were electric. A moan of pleasure escaped Halie's slightly parted lips and her head rolled back, acknowledging the woman's attentions.<br><br>Halie reached behind her, instinctively finding the priestess's center of pleasure. Her child-like hand and slender fingers probed, finding the patch of fine hairs matted wetly with excitement. The tips of her fingers stroked and stirred amid the delicious wetness.<br><br>Before her the taller Nicola stood, weathering the effects of the divine inspired waters, her full breasts hanging much like tempting fruit. With her fingers wet with Voleta's arousal, Halie painted Nicola's nipples, smearing the dampness over the woman's excited nipples.<br><br>Halie nursed upon the the priestess's nipples, flavored with the taste of her enemy's arousal. Between Halie's pouted lips she suckled upon the pointed nubs of stiffened flesh. She treated each one carefully, drawing circles with the end of tongue and capturing the nubs between firm lips.<br><br>Gaia's Bowl slipped from Halie's grasp, and upon the stream's currents found its own way back to Halie's grotto. There amidst the stream's flow, illuminated by a shaft of warm sunlight that beamed through the tree tops stood the three nude females.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>30-08-2009, 17:05:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Niccola held Gaia's Bowl up to her lips..the water that slid down her throat was as sweet as any honey nectar she had ever tasted. Niccola closed her eyes to savor the unusual taste..the bowl dropping from her fingers. The unusual liquid felt like it turned to warm honey in her mouth warming her body as it slipped down her throat to her stomach. A warm fire began building inside of her- in the pit of her passion's core..a need beginning slowly, steadily- hot and strong. Niccola opened her eyes as the nymph's fingers drew circles on nipples..Niccola licked her lips as the nymphs touch felt like soft, teasing tendrils of fire caressing her breasts. Her hands reached out to caress the nymph's hair..it felt as soft as down feathers as it ran over Niccola's hand. And when the beauty's lips closed around Niccola's nipple..it felt like a 1000 wet tongues were licking and sucking at her. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before. She dropped to her knees the intensity making it impossible for her to stand. A moan of passion escaped her lips as she dropped..her head leaning into the nymphs belly- Niccola's hands caressing her legs..<br><br>"What manner of place, of water is this?" Niccola whispered then looked up into the nymph's eyes- passion and fire in hers..<br><br>"What is your name, precious one, who's tongue is a teasing toy and who's touch is passion's pleasure?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Indigo</strong> on <strong>05-09-2009, 19:39:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The feel of the nymphs fingers upon her core caused Voleta to arch her neck back and moan.&nbsp; Then the sensation was gone and she felt bereft, her arms falling from the nymphs shoulders as the creature leaned into use those same fingers upon Nicola's breasts.<br><br>Voleta let her hands slide down the nymphs arms, watching with a mix of jealousy and fascination as this beautiful being lapped her tongue over those same breasts.&nbsp; Voleta veins sang with a high, sweet desire and she was helpless in this compelling, powerful spell.<br><br>Nicola fell to her knees and asked her question and Voleta leaned forward, planting a firm, lingering kiss on the nymphs shoulder, letting her tongue come out to taste the perfect, creamy skin.&nbsp; It was like a shock of raw sensuality on her tongue and she pulled back at the sensation, overwhelmed, even as she was compelled forward again, sliding her mouth over this shoulder, to this arm in small kisses.&nbsp; She wanted to pull her away from Nicola, have the nymph only for herself, but she could not bring forward the needed strength or force to do so. <br><br><br>"Yes...what is...<em>this</em>?&nbsp; Who <em>are</em>...you?"&nbsp; she echoed breathlessly Nicola's words in the pause between each kiss, eyes closed, nearly dizzy.&nbsp; <br><br>Somewhere in her mind, she knew this was not what her dream had foretold, why her Goddess Hecate had bade her to sleep.&nbsp; That part of her fought fiercely to gain control over this desire, but she was caught in the grip of whatever this was and could not break it.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zeitgeist</strong> on <strong>08-09-2009, 04:04:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Halie proceeded with measured care. Nicola and Voleta seemed like clay in the hollow of her hand. She had little doubt each would lie with her as lovers, but would they lie with one another? Those were Aphrodite's wishes, and Halie could not fail in this.<br><br>Halie turned aside so she stood as one in their circle of three. She placed a hand upon the back of each of the priestesses and spoke.<br><br>"I am Halie, servant of Aphrodite. Inside of me lies the peace you seek, but that peace is mine to give as I choose."<br><br>Halie looked into the eyes of each woman, saying "If you so desire..." She let the innuendo hang in the air a moment's breath, "You must do as I say."<br><br>She continued to speak but turned from the two women and walked to the grassy bank of the stream.<br><br>"I you desire me and desire my gifts, you must kiss each other as lovers."<br><br>Halie lie down upon the grass on her back, "Kiss, kiss your enemy as though she were your lover," Halie implored the women.<br><br>Like a wanton courtesan Halie spread open her legs and stirred her fingers in the dewy messy of her arousal.<br><br>"Kiss your enemy, for it pleases the gods!" Cried Halie, arching her back, her head tossed to one side as though she was possessed by goddess herself. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Bowl of Gaia</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeval</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 15:06:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				On her knees Nicola listened to the nymph whispering her name letting it roll off her lips:<br><br>"Halie"..Nicola was fairly breathless after uttering the name as if just the mere sound of it held passion.<br><br>Nicola's hand rose to caress the inner thigh of this goddess' handmaiden. Her eyes gazed on Halie's body adoringly nodding her head in agreement when Halie said 'You must do as I say.'<br><br>Nicola felt she would follow her to the ends of the earth.<br><br>As Halie moved away the warmth that emanated from her left Nicola feeling almost bereft the loss of her presence was so great. Nicola's eyes followed every movement of Halie watching as she climbed the grass, her eyes a light caress over Halie's body..<br><br>"Kiss, kiss your enemy as though she were your lover"<br><br>Nicola's reverie halted and her head snapped up! She looked at Halie and then at Voleta and then back at Halie. It tore at her heart and at the molten warmth that flowed through her body causing her to want and need to caress and taste the juices of the lovely nymph's passion but this was too much!<br><br><em>'Kiss my enemy! Is she crazy!! Is she out of her mind!!</em><br><br>Nicola stood.<br><br>"Surely you are mistaken! This woman has plotted my death on so many occasions I cannot count and you wish me now to kiss her as I would a lover? You are MAD and so is your goddess! Nike would NEVER agree to this and I follow her orders and her wishes! Aphrodite wishes to wreak havoc yet again and I will not be a part of this!"<br><br>Nicola stood and stepped out of the water. The draw she felt from Halie was so strong that she moaned almost in pain at her defiance her whole body ached- every pore- to go over to Halie and kiss her soft lips and let her hand roam over the beautiful skin. So Nicola stood there - in pain- in defiance- and in need and want the power and lure of which she had never felt.
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>