The moon shines full upon a field amidst the secluded woods within north ireland, sounds emanating from the field as a ritual old and sacred takes place. Six bonfires circle the field, casting dancing shadows over a mass of bodies, warmth radiating from both sides amidst sounds of moans and pleasures, ringing out into the night as their bare bodies embrace in tender affection, their pure primal desires and energies soaring to empower the spells the priests now cast.

In the center of the mass of bodies is a circle of five priests, each priest having a group behind them as they chant, their bodies forming a five point star. The priests wear robes with low cut tops and slitted skirts, displaying their trim bodies and forms as their feminine voices chant words in Gaelic. To the obsrevant eye, the groups are divided into five groups as well, as if each groups cries and pleasure empowered one of the priestesses, driving her chant to greater strength.

In the center of the circle, a young woman kneels, both knees bent beneath her, wearing a ritual outfit that allows the nights chill to surround and embrace her, fighting with the tender energies that fill the field. The outfit reveals her supple and lithe, but yet muscled and strong form well, onlookers feeling more tempted by the form clad than those around, as if the clothing merely creates more desire in those who are brave enough to look into the center of this ritual to the Goddess of the Fertile Womb and Desire.

A sixth priestess, who looks older and wears robes cut differently and made of much finer materials steps forward, the other five chanting louder as she carries a chalice with her, filled with some foul ritual concoction that one can only wonder at the source as it sloshes around inside. She speaks, a strong and loud if a tad older voice, beseeching the goddess they serve to send them the blessing they seek.

"Asilan, my sworn Goddess, may our actions appease and draw you out, and call forth your servants to our cause. We ask your blessing, your strength upon this one who would sacrifice herself to become closer to you, to become a mortal embodiment of your servants of desire." She lifts the chalice, holding it just above her face as she continues, "Bless this chalice filled with the pure representations of most primal desire, let your power flow through it and into this lass, so that she may become able to receive the spirits that serve you, that cause the desires of both men and women to soar in their presence. May she be blessed with the insatiable desire and bestowed with their strength and power."

She holds the chalice down, using both hands to hold the chalice before her to take and drink. The sounds around them begin to soar, reaching ever higher pitch, the sounds of chants echoing in the background of the moans and cries of all those around, the heat in the clearing swelling with each moment from fire of wood and soul.

It was a nervous excitment that coursed through her veins as she took her place at the centre of the ritual, emboldened by the groans of desire and pleasure that surrounded her. It served her ego well to know that it was all for her, that they had all gathered here this night to embue her with the powers of the servants of her patron Goddess. The energy of the chant and of the activities that occured all around them resonated with tangible presence in the air; it caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand to attention, and a delicate yet appealing tingling sensation to overtake her body.

Her head raised and hands upturned towards the sky, Lae'ka revelled in the pure worship to Asilan, her spirit soaring with the growing cries of pleasure knowing that with every passing moment she was closer to serving her Goddess, closer to being the very vessel her deity required to make her influence in the world known. She sensed the presence of the head priestess and slowly returned her gaze down where it settled upon the grotesque, but necessary, contents of the chalice. Knowing the time was at hand, Lae'ka accepted the chalice, holding it to the sky reverently before bringing it to meet her lips. She gulped down the warm concotion as the volume of those around her increased, the first reaction of her body to the mixture was a violent one, and it took all her will power not to bring it all back up. It was a momentary reaction though, as the power that came with the sacrifice began to pulsate through her body. Inhaling sharply as the power increased in intensity, Lae'ka threw her head back and cried out with her own pleasure; collapsing to the ground as the strength of the changes to her being forced her into unconciousness.

Soulbourne watched from where the head priestess of the ritual, observing the ritual with a desire to participate, but knowing that his duty was a bit different. He watched as she reveled in the sensations around her, enjoying it as a smirk crossed his face. When she took the chalice and collapsed, he moved in at the nod of the Matron of Asilan, kneeling down and scooping up the girl as the matron collected the chalice. The chants continued until he left the circle, after which point it died down with the priestesses grinning, and the ritual turning into more of a celebration of the successful ritual.

He looked down on her form, limb and flush in his arm, her outfit showing how the heat of the ritual flowed throughout her body as a smile played on his face, her soft form enticing him-which then was reinforced with the knowledge of what spirit now flowed through her body. As he watched her form, her chest slowly breathing in and out, he remembered days just a few years ago, when he was a young preteen boy, traveling with his father through the woods to meet one of the more isolated tribes of Ireland, where a culture their own thrived.

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Soulbourne, a young boy of around 12 looked up at the sun dancing through the leaves. He climbed over a fallen tree, speeding ahead of his father with a young scout of about 20, who was practically in a race with the boy as they searched for signs of any ambushes, bandits, or even one of Gren's servant-the ever dangerous wild boar. His father had left his two older brothers at home, and had taken him with him on a mission to a group of villages that existed in relative autonomy to the rule of local lords. He was trying to make a bit of a diplomatic power play, and wanted his son to know a few skills to survive as a man without inheritance.

Being that he was the third son of a relatively minor noble, he had no chance of any sort of inheritance from his father, and so would need to find his own method to surviving and power.

These thoughts were far from his head as he ran along with the scout, starting to fall behind, then slipped when the man stopped and he tried to stop as well, sliding through the leaves and underbrush a few feet before stopping.

At the coast of Tirconell, Northern Ireland it was time to pray to the gods and at this time Cernunnos, The God of the Hunt. With her prayser Siofra hopes that everything will be the same as the old days.

QUOTE:
I am the stag of seven tines.

Over the flooded world

I am borne by the wind.

I descend in tears like dew, I lie glittering,

I fly aloft like a griffon to my nest on the cliff,

I bloom among the loveliest flowers,

I am both the oak and the lightning that blasts it.



I embolden the spearman,

I teach the councilors their wisdom,

I inspire the poets,

I rove the hills like a ravening boar,

I roar like the winter sea,

I return again like the receding wave.

Who but I can unfold the secrets of the unhewn dolmen?

When she was finished she heard some noise and was wondering what it was.

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It had started out as a fun adventure, a challenge of sorts made by her twin brother the night before, overheard by her father and turned into an official test of their abilities. It was before the sun rose that Lae'ka had risen from the furs that made up her bed and prepared her body for the day ahead; covered in mud for camoflage a couple of flimsy pieces of cloth to cover the most prized areas of her body and a blessing of blood smeared across her forehead by the head priestess of the tribe.

She had run to begin with, swiftly to make good ground before she slowed and began the task that had been laid out by her father. She was a woman of 11 years now, and it was time for her to be able to hunt alone. Time passed rapidly over the course of the morning as Lae'ka stealthily stalked her prey, a hoof print here, animal dropping there, until she finally set her eyes upon her target; a healthy and regal looking deer. Traditionally, she would have had a spear to take down the beast, but not today, the challenge her brother had declared, and that had been happily agreed upon by her father was to hunt without a weapon. She would have to kill the animal with her bare hands.

Lae'ka did her best to blend in with the forrest around her, pausing only to disguise her human scent by smearing some of the animals droppings over her body. Time dragged on slowly, as inch by inch she came closer to the animal who was nicely distracted by a patch of green grass that was providing its sustenance for the day. Lae'ka edged to within attacking distance, and prepared to leap into attack.

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Soul spit out the leaves and deer excrement that he had went face first through, a grimace on his face as he shivered in disgust, getting up and trying to rub away the nasty with a lot of noise from his lips and tongue. A dear nearby dashed off at the ruckus, and the scout behind him let loose a laugh at his plight.

Soulbourne glared at the man, standing and going to march over to him. In his anger, he didn't watch his footing and stepped on a small animal that had been quivering below his feet. As the animal let loose a screeched, Soul howled as well, his footing lost as he landed on his back in a what appeared to be some boar droppings-truly, an unlucky day so far.

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A loud crashing to her left saw the deer scamper away just as Lae'ka hands were about to lodge around its neck, instead all they recieved was a handful of dirt and she plumeted to the ground. Whipping her head around at the sound of laughter, Lae'ka froze in a crouched position and remained silent as she watched what appeared to be a careless scout and small boy. Warily she cast her gaze over the pair, and imagined them to be her new prey, so seemingly clueless to their surroundings as they were, Lae'ka was sure it wouldn't be all that difficult to take them both down should she choose to.

Still frozen to her spot, Lae'ka keen hunters spirit was broken when the boy slipped, his screech bringing a quiet, but treacherously revealing giggle to her lips. Her existance now obvious, she stood slowly, still fully aware of any potential threat they may pose. Narrowing her eyes and raising her head proudly, she pinned them with her gaze and yelled in her heavy accent "Ye chased away me prize ye stupid fools!" then spat noisily on the ground in front of her, before dashing off once again into the forrest.
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