08-14-2016, 06:40 PM
( I need a dominant god character, what kind does not matter. Please describe your character.)
The stone temple was old, with vines of flowers growing up the aides, and a beauty about it that is unrivaled in all things. Though the beauty of the place was balanced with the purpose of the grand temple.
In the center, a garden of grand standings grew, and a single atone pillar in the very center. Though, it was what was shackled to that pillar that made it so important. A small male, with big purple golden flecked eyes and black hair pulled back with gold bands and ribbon. His skin was sunkissed bronze and his body slim with some muscle, at the height of 5'2. His face, with exotic make-up , was soft and exotic as well. His body was covered in golden paint, in runes, and rare silk covered his lower body as he was bare from the waist him.
His arms were up, wrist held by shackles that held his arms up with no slack. His arms and ankles were decorated with silver bangles and a golden, and emetald, collar set around his throat.
He had been placed as a gift, a sacrifice, for his people's gods, though did not know which God would claim him. This young man, only nineteen, was only sure that he would day on this day.
Tears fell from his eyes, Caelin's eyes, make-up unfazed as he kept his head tilted down. Hoe could it be, that he was the one tied to the pillar. He was no woman or child.
The stone temple was old, with vines of flowers growing up the aides, and a beauty about it that is unrivaled in all things. Though the beauty of the place was balanced with the purpose of the grand temple.
In the center, a garden of grand standings grew, and a single atone pillar in the very center. Though, it was what was shackled to that pillar that made it so important. A small male, with big purple golden flecked eyes and black hair pulled back with gold bands and ribbon. His skin was sunkissed bronze and his body slim with some muscle, at the height of 5'2. His face, with exotic make-up , was soft and exotic as well. His body was covered in golden paint, in runes, and rare silk covered his lower body as he was bare from the waist him.
His arms were up, wrist held by shackles that held his arms up with no slack. His arms and ankles were decorated with silver bangles and a golden, and emetald, collar set around his throat.
He had been placed as a gift, a sacrifice, for his people's gods, though did not know which God would claim him. This young man, only nineteen, was only sure that he would day on this day.
Tears fell from his eyes, Caelin's eyes, make-up unfazed as he kept his head tilted down. Hoe could it be, that he was the one tied to the pillar. He was no woman or child.