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Neutral - Known To Some. Unknown To Others.
For Our Gods
In her palms, she plays with a pendant, a necklace of her Divine. The Passion Dancer, it rolls in her palms as her fingers curl and intertwine together as she stands before a crowd, a woman of wavy blonde locks preach at the front, a new Order. One she was to be apart of. But she never was apart of their ‘crusade’. She rolls her holy symbol in her hands again, her mind begins to wander as she monologues her inner thoughts, conversations of the past and present to which she is unaware pull themselves to be witnessed, her mind spiraling down many pathways.
“I have seen, what one does for their gods. What they are willing to do, in belief it is their gods that asked them to do so. Do your Gods ask you to slay an innocent based on rumors? Why of course, that is what they preach, isn’t it? These people are no better than those that align themselves with the dark. My Sisterhood is to be under this banner, I think not. They shall not be, you may be their leader for now. But.. the tides are changing.” She sighs as she recollects herself, the meeting has ended and she heard not a word of it, she chose not to. She eyes the woman that preached at the front, as those gathered around her, and she scoffed.
The Breton soon turned on her heels and exited the Castle that was to be their Headquarters.
“I have seen what a man does for his Gods. I will have no part of it. May they be fed to the Beasts they hunt, for they are no better.” She whispers into her hands, inner-monologue now outloud thoughts. “No, you won’t have her for this cause..”
But, they would.
Thus.. a Sanctuary was reborn.