It is not these well-fed, long-haired men that I fear, but the pale and the hungry-looking.
Post by Cat on Sept 30, 2017 20:48:29 GMT
Born into a nameless cult
, a cavalier two year old
, was born a sacrifice. His smaller
stature that did not fill out in the first two months - despite his mother's premium milk - deemed him a perfect candidate to appease their Red-Eyed God. On the eve of his to-be death, paraded through the dense forest before all his clan, he bore his throat upon the moonlight altar and watched, wide-eyed, as the black-faced shadow loomed over him. There was a ceremony held, and just before the sacrifice was to begin, the clouds parted to reveal a blood moon - the first ever to be witnessed by this generation. The Red-Eyed God saw this and spared the boy; the cult, in turn, sanctified him. From sacrifice to messiah, he was raised to fulfill his role as The Chosen One, trained to be raucously righteous, to demand what he believed was owed to him.
It is here where his story continues, leaving the forest on missionary duty, armed only with his bold ignorance and aristocratic arrogance.
[Bloodbath x Plutarch]
Feint & Rollkur