At the Will of the Gods (MajorT & Mercurial)
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				Title: <strong>At the Will of the Gods (MajorT &amp; Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MajorTeroh</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 21:11:33</strong>
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				The tiger priestess sighs as she reaches the final stair on the top of the large stone pyramid-like building housing her flat. Relieved to finally be done with the long trek that had followed a tiring ritual at the largest of the temples earlier that day, the priestess let her fine, silken gown slip from her sweat dampened body. The dress clings lightly to the prominent nipples that tip&nbsp; her small, rounded breasts momentarily before slipping down&nbsp; her toned stomach and hips, over her rounded backside, and finally along her smooth legs and stopping at her manicured and finely pampered feet. Padding lightly to the center of the large, open room she looks down gratefully at the bathing pool filled with steaming water. Breathing in deeply, her senses are filled with the rich aroma of lilac flowers, the surface of the water dotted with them. Her body loses its tenseness at the lovely scent and warmth rising from the pool. She always enjoyed the privilege of being allowed to participate in the rituals, though they always left her tired and feeling the need to bathe. <br><br>As she slowly lowers herself into the steaming water, chill bumps rise over her in response to the strong heat, a quiet gasp slipping from her lips as she slides fully into the pool. Closing her eyes, she lets the water ease away her worries. She reaches for one of the small clay jugs next to the pool, filled with a delicious fruit drink that is only allowed to felines of her high standing. She couldn’t say being a high priestess was all that bad. Pulling the stopper from the jug and taking a long draw of the sweet liquid, she holds the first mouthful in her throat, allowing it to wash away the bitter taste that always was a side effect of the rituals. She could never say that she didn't enjoy the rituals with the priests, the strong, hard rods of the priests being pushed in and out of her mouth. For that was her duty as a high priestess, to be a tool for the gods, allowing the priests to connect to them through her body. She loved the way the carnal and basic actions followed by the course groans that issued from the priests' bodies left her feeling strangely and pleasantly heated with her own body tingling. Though the sour and thick liquid that issued from the priests' manly shafts was slightly unpleasant. Her need to swallow brings her back from her daze of reliving the events of the past several hours. After gulping down several more mouthfuls of the fruit's nectar she lays the drink to the side and sidles down&nbsp; further into the water, allowing the dizziness from the liquor to cloud her senses and lull her into a light slumber.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: At the Will of the Gods (MajorT &amp; Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 08:49:19</strong>
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				As the Priestess slept, the ruin of her city came. They had waited until the Priestess had fallen asleep, her duties done, and the Priests lay drained from their carnal use of the woman, and the drinking that followed. The population, secure in the belief that their god protected them, let their attention lapse.<br><br>And their conquerers fell upon them like a pack of wolves. Savage barbarians from the North, hawks with strong bodies and sharp spears, soaring over useless walls, hundreds of them falling on the slumbering, resting city. Guards, relaxing at their stations are torn apart, and their garrisons set to flame. The resting priests are murdered where they lay, and the Priestess herself awakens to the smell of smoke, and the screams of her handmaidens. The door to large, open room crashes open, and a massive figure - powerful, winged, with the head of a hawk - stalks into the room, flanked by four similar figures in black armor. There is an aura of power around him, one she normally only feels at the height of her rituals.<br><br>She is in the presence of a god - one armed, his spear dripping blood - regarding the naked priestess with a predatory expression.
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				Title: <strong>Re: At the Will of the Gods (MajorT &amp; Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MajorTeroh</strong> on <strong>22-06-2010, 02:52:57</strong>
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				Awakening to the sound of screams and the flashing of fires against her eyelids. The young tigress tries to remain calm as she slides out of the hot water and calls for the guards of her quarters. The woman stops in mid sentence as she sees the bodies of her guards at the feet of a terrifying creature, it's glossy feathers stained by their blood. In terror and despair she lets out a loud scream and falls to her knees. The horrible truth of the situation hitting her suddenly, if the creatures had reached her flat then the whole city must have fallen, and her dearest friends, her bodyguards, were dead in front of her. Tears stream down her face as she falls to her knees, unable to think of her future now that her world has caught fire and been taken by a new strange enemy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: At the Will of the Gods (MajorT &amp; Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 23:49:04</strong>
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				The figure standing before her legs out a low laugh, full of power and dread, regarding the sobbing tigress. How appropriate it was that she was kneeling, her fur drenched and tears trickling down her cheeks. It seemed she already understood her place - or at least, the severity of her situation. Screams are heard from outside the chamber as his soldiers round up the rest - temple servants mostly, the guard's and priests already slaughtered.<br><br>"Good." Is all he says for a moment as he approaches her. His speartip lowers, the sharp, blood drenched blade settling down between the curve of her breasts, held there for a moment, the faintest pressure on her skin. "You will be a fitting symbol of your god's failure, chained to my throne little slave."<br><br>He turns to a guard, half ignoring the lioness at the end of his spear. "Bind her, and take her to my tent. Take any others you will, and burn the temple." His spear raises and he strides off while the four guards go two her, one of them producing shackles and a thick length of chain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: At the Will of the Gods (MajorT &amp; Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MajorTeroh</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 23:00:29</strong>
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				The distraught girl screams as the soldiers approach her. Thrashing at them, she hurls the clay bottle at her side towards the beaked head of the closest guard, which he easily dodges, clacking his beak in laughter. The tigress wouldn't go with these murderers without a fight. She pulls the ritual dagger from the pile of her clothes and attempts to slash at the guards. The bird men continue their tormenting laughter and easily dodge the desperate lunges, dodging this way and that before tripping the girl. One of the muscular soldiers quickly hops onto the girl's back, pinning her while the other three shackle her arms behind her back, attaching a thick metal collar to her neck with a heavy metal chain linked to it. The spirited woman struggles underneath the heavy body of her captor, her skin becoming bruised and scraped by the rough treatment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: At the Will of the Gods (MajorT &amp; Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>30-06-2010, 01:49:01</strong>
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				The screaming, howling priestess is eventually dragged off, the heavily armored figure holding the end of her chain shrugging off her blows before her arms are shackled behind her. She is dragged through the street, and can see not the death of her city, but certainly a terrible wound. Smoke rises in curls from dozens of fires, the one closest beginning to consume the temple. Guards and priests lay fallen, killed where they stood, the dirty bricks of the ancient city reddish brown with blood. Soldiers - most less heavily armored than the four surrounding her, lead long chains of captives out of the city. Most are young men and women, weeping or screaming helplessly for fallen or enslaved love ones. Occasionally one - usually a young woman - is pulled from the chain and dragged off to some more private fate.<br><br>It is an hour on the end of the heavy chain, stumbling occasionally and being dragged to her feet, until she, and the people taken from her city, reach a sprawling complex of tents in the northern desert, clearly the raiders camp.
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				Title: <strong>Re: At the Will of the Gods (MajorT &amp; Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MajorTeroh</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 06:21:31</strong>
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				The exhausted woman's mind sluggishly tries to process how this could have happened, as it had been the entire time she was led through her suffering city to these monsters' camp. Her brain takes several minutes to realize that she has stopped walking and she looks up, slowly taking in the new surroundings. The camp is inhabited by countless strong, vicious looking bird men, all armored and armed with strange weapons and clothing. Fear starts setting in again, her mind now grasping that there is no hope for her to be saved, and the endless fear of what is to happen to her amongst these new creatures. She looks around, hoping to see a familiar face, vaguely remembering that she had seen other captives being brought through the city with her. Unable to see anyone to comfort her she looks to her captors, pleading with them to release her or tell what they plan to do with her. She begs, telling them she is just a simple priestess and couldn't possibly be of any value to them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: At the Will of the Gods (MajorT &amp; Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>17-07-2010, 07:39:43</strong>
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				One of her captors leads her to a large tent in the center of the camp. Two split off, standing outside it, while the others find her heavy chains to an iron ring set in the dirty floor, forcing her to her knees.<br><br>"You have value slave. You're a priestess, a symbol of your people. Soon, a symbol worshipping the warlord's cock, kneeling at his feet and thanking him for his mercy. And your people will learn."<br><br>He hits her head with a savage backhanded blow before leaving her chained in the tent. She is left there, alone with her thoughts, for over an hour before she hears the tent open again, and hears a large, powerful presence behind her. The large soldier who captured her the first time comes into her vision, circling around her like a predator, silent, considering her chained form.
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				Title: <strong>Re: At the Will of the Gods (MajorT &amp; Mercurial)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MajorTeroh</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 05:19:04</strong>
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				Glancing around the tent with her keen eyes, the girl takes in her surroundings, her face throbbing from the strike from the burly soldier. It was the largest tent in the camp, she could tell that even before she was taken inside. The contents of the tent made her furious, for it was filled with the sacred objects of her people and it's most valuable treasures. All of these were piled in haphazard stacks on the dirt floor of the tent, as if they were just common rubbish. Looking around more the girl notices a throne-like chair at one end of the tent, and also that the tent had several different sections that were separated by walls of cloth. After memorizing the layout of as much of the tent that she can see the priestess surveys her own body. Her knees and hands are dirty and cut from abuse, her nude body was sweaty and soot covered from the journey out of her burning city to the conquerors encampment. Her eyes were swollen and red, despite trying to contain herself she was unable to keep her emotions in and had cried for a short while. <br><br>The evil words of the soldier rang in her head. She would never convert to their religion, never worship anything of their demon lord's body. Her body shivers against her will as she feels that emanating presence enter the tent. Keeping her eyes forward until the large bird man walks in front of her. She allows her gaze to pass over his body as she looks up to his face, her eyes blazing with hate and defiance as she glares into his eyes. She would never submit to someone so evil as to destroy her home and loved ones.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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