DarelHute
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The eagle and the bear (open to 3 females, to write for each of the houses. PM me!)
House Tarron. The bear.
Lord Iolas and Lady Imra. Daughter Gweyr, son Faelyn, daughter Sheera.
The bells rang loudly, summoning the crowd from the whole city to the outer court of the temple.
"Hurry up!" Sheera called to her sister Gweyr, stomping her feet in impatience. "You always take so long to get ready!"
"Alright, alright!" Gweyr replied straightening her golden hair, turning to face her impatient sister with a bright smile on her face.
"For all the gods! What are you wearing???" Sheera gasped, covering her mouth, her eyes locked on her sister's deep cleavage, exposing almost half of her round breasts, her nipples threatening to emerge at the first wrong move.
"We can't have the initiated to get all the looks, can we?" Gweyr giggled, winking at her younger sister.
Sheera scoffed. "Come, come, or they'll start without us!" Sheera suddenly got over her pontification and took her sister by the hand, dragging her towards the exit of the Keep, where their parents and their brother awaited.
"Late as usual!" her mother Imra shook her head, a soft smile appearing on her face as she admired the boldness of her daughter's attire.
"Girls always are!" Faelyn smiled gallantly as he took his position between his sisters, both of them locking arms with him.
Lord Iolas smiled at his three children and turned to head towards the temple, his wife by his side. Gweyr, Faelyn and Sheera followed in behind, walking across the empty inner court that lead to the temple, where two senior priests dressed all in red bowed and then lead them inside. As they made their way through the temple and on to the temple porch, the crowd cheered. They were lead to their balcony to the side and took their seats, the proud family crest adorning all the banners: the crouched bear.
"I heard she's beautiful!" Sheera whispered to her brother.
"They all are! Otherwise the priests won't even look at them!" Faelyn whispered back.
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the silver trumpets, and everyone looked on as the high priest made his appearance in his bright red robe. He stopped at the top of the main steps and raised his hands, silencing the crowd.
"Behold the offering to the gods!" he said, with a trembling, yet decisive voice.
The drums started rolling, and Sheera rose to get a better look. Two red priests emerged from the temple holding on to the arms of what everyone knew was a young woman, her head and face covered by a white veil. She was lead down the stairs from the temple and then up again a high podium, where two more priests awaited. The anticipation in the crowd was almost unbearable when the drums stopped beating.
"Lord Iolas of Tarron!" the high priest said loudly, and bowed towards the balcony.
Iolas stood and walked to the edge.
"The gods demand their offering!" he said loudly, his face changing in slight disgust. "Or so the priests tell me…" he added gritting his teeth, with a deep rumbling voice. "So here she is! May she be acceptable to the gods!" he said and pointed at the girl.
The high priest grimaced and bowed to Lord Iolas, and then walked down the stairs and up to the podium, positioning himself in front of the veiled girl. In a swift move, he removed the light veil. The crowd gasped as they gazed at the beautiful girl before them. Her dark hair only emphasised her deep blue eyes even more, as she looked straight into the high priest's eyes.
The priest turned the balcony again and said: "Lord Iolas of Tarron, we call for your first born to unveil the offering!"
"Hasn't she been unveiled already?" Sheera asked baffled.
"That's not the unveiling he means!" Faelyn grimaced and stood at his father's nod. Faelyn walked down the main stairs from the balcony and then up again to the podium. The four priests bowed and stepped down, leaving him and the high priest with the girl.
The drums started to roll as Faelyn took his position behind the girl. She sighed as she felt the hilt of his sword poking in her back.
"I am sorry for this!" Faelyn said to the girl, the high priest frowning as he overheard.
"Do it, young lord!" the priest said to him, his voice barely making it over the sound of the drums.
Faelyn raised his hands and grabbed the edges of the girl's flimsy white dress. She shivered when she felt his hands on the delicate skin of her shoulders. He grabbed on and then in one swift move he ripped the dress away. As the dress fell to the ground leaving the stunning girl naked, the drums stopped and every one cheered loudly.
House Tarron. The bear.
Lord Iolas and Lady Imra. Daughter Gweyr, son Faelyn, daughter Sheera.
The bells rang loudly, summoning the crowd from the whole city to the outer court of the temple.
"Hurry up!" Sheera called to her sister Gweyr, stomping her feet in impatience. "You always take so long to get ready!"
"Alright, alright!" Gweyr replied straightening her golden hair, turning to face her impatient sister with a bright smile on her face.
"For all the gods! What are you wearing???" Sheera gasped, covering her mouth, her eyes locked on her sister's deep cleavage, exposing almost half of her round breasts, her nipples threatening to emerge at the first wrong move.
"We can't have the initiated to get all the looks, can we?" Gweyr giggled, winking at her younger sister.
Sheera scoffed. "Come, come, or they'll start without us!" Sheera suddenly got over her pontification and took her sister by the hand, dragging her towards the exit of the Keep, where their parents and their brother awaited.
"Late as usual!" her mother Imra shook her head, a soft smile appearing on her face as she admired the boldness of her daughter's attire.
"Girls always are!" Faelyn smiled gallantly as he took his position between his sisters, both of them locking arms with him.
Lord Iolas smiled at his three children and turned to head towards the temple, his wife by his side. Gweyr, Faelyn and Sheera followed in behind, walking across the empty inner court that lead to the temple, where two senior priests dressed all in red bowed and then lead them inside. As they made their way through the temple and on to the temple porch, the crowd cheered. They were lead to their balcony to the side and took their seats, the proud family crest adorning all the banners: the crouched bear.
"I heard she's beautiful!" Sheera whispered to her brother.
"They all are! Otherwise the priests won't even look at them!" Faelyn whispered back.
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the silver trumpets, and everyone looked on as the high priest made his appearance in his bright red robe. He stopped at the top of the main steps and raised his hands, silencing the crowd.
"Behold the offering to the gods!" he said, with a trembling, yet decisive voice.
The drums started rolling, and Sheera rose to get a better look. Two red priests emerged from the temple holding on to the arms of what everyone knew was a young woman, her head and face covered by a white veil. She was lead down the stairs from the temple and then up again a high podium, where two more priests awaited. The anticipation in the crowd was almost unbearable when the drums stopped beating.
"Lord Iolas of Tarron!" the high priest said loudly, and bowed towards the balcony.
Iolas stood and walked to the edge.
"The gods demand their offering!" he said loudly, his face changing in slight disgust. "Or so the priests tell me…" he added gritting his teeth, with a deep rumbling voice. "So here she is! May she be acceptable to the gods!" he said and pointed at the girl.
The high priest grimaced and bowed to Lord Iolas, and then walked down the stairs and up to the podium, positioning himself in front of the veiled girl. In a swift move, he removed the light veil. The crowd gasped as they gazed at the beautiful girl before them. Her dark hair only emphasised her deep blue eyes even more, as she looked straight into the high priest's eyes.
The priest turned the balcony again and said: "Lord Iolas of Tarron, we call for your first born to unveil the offering!"
"Hasn't she been unveiled already?" Sheera asked baffled.
"That's not the unveiling he means!" Faelyn grimaced and stood at his father's nod. Faelyn walked down the main stairs from the balcony and then up again to the podium. The four priests bowed and stepped down, leaving him and the high priest with the girl.
The drums started to roll as Faelyn took his position behind the girl. She sighed as she felt the hilt of his sword poking in her back.
"I am sorry for this!" Faelyn said to the girl, the high priest frowning as he overheard.
"Do it, young lord!" the priest said to him, his voice barely making it over the sound of the drums.
Faelyn raised his hands and grabbed the edges of the girl's flimsy white dress. She shivered when she felt his hands on the delicate skin of her shoulders. He grabbed on and then in one swift move he ripped the dress away. As the dress fell to the ground leaving the stunning girl naked, the drums stopped and every one cheered loudly.
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