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Sacraficed (LadyCanary and candycoatedkarma)

LadyCanary

LadyCanary

Planetoid
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Oct 30, 2010
Location
In a gilded cage.
Bastil thought himself a patient god. He dealt with harvests and was too ensure everyone had enough to eat, simple. Yet this one village was suffering so terribly. Bastil felt no sympathy for them, they were vile people. Still they begged and pleaded for him to save them until he could not take it any longer. "Send a youth to be adorned with a crown of sprig leaves and I will make sure your plants grow." That is what he had told them. Now the god sat by his offering stone in the woods awaiting the maid. His amber skin seemed to shine in the shadows and his long golden hair twisted like live vines. The tree he sat under was in full bloom because of his presence. He sighed, hopefully she would be along soon and he could be done with this business.
 
Young Allison had been plucked from her family of low standing, and told what an honor it was to be sacrificed... but she didn't want to die, and wept when her name was called during the village meeting. Yet her family had no choice but to give her up, for everyone was dying- starving to death without the harvests they so desperately needed. So, the sprig leaf crown was crafted and placed in her red hair, and she was dressed in all white, the clothes all sacrificed virgins died in. She was brought into the middle of the woods, then left there.... not too far from the offering stone. All she could do was stumble along into her fate, trembling in the cold and hoping that at least her death would not be in vain... by doing this, her loved ones would be safe, and she could be grateful for that even if she was scared.

Allison was a beautiful maiden, with bright blue eyes- and long, wavy red hair that fell to her mid back. Her skin was the color of the moonlight that bathed the forest in it's white light. Though she too was terribly thin, also having suffered from the lack of food- she was certainly lovely. She knew where the offering stone was, straight ahead- as she drew closer, she could see that blooming tree- and the god beneath it, she could not mistake him for anything less and soon stood before him, trembling.
 
Humans were such odd, pathetic little creatures. Sure Bastil had the form of a human, I'll be it a large oddly colored one, he was nothing like them. The maiden had come quietly on shaky steps, she was thin which was rather off putting but her people were starving so it was hardly a surprise. Her hair was the rich red of fall and her eyes the blue that was cast from above. Despite her malnourishment she was acceptable. She shook like a leaf in a wind storm, he could smell her fear. "Come closer maid, I want to have a good look of you." His voice, though booming, was warm like sunlight. His face was expressionless as he motioned her forward.
 
Allison's head had her head bowed respectfully as she stepped closer to him as he bid her, her eyes did not dare to meet his. Her hands were clasped together tightly in front of her, her appearance was quite humble despite her fear. She certainly would not make a scene or cry, as much as she might like to because she was well aware that he was being merciful- only asking for one sacrifice, and agreeing to help at all... that was more than she, or her people, should have really expected. Gods were very rarely lenient, and often full of wrath.

Though she was thin, at least it was a flaw that could easily be remedied- not that she expected to be alive much longer. There were a lot of stories about the gods, and most of them were rather disturbing when it came to the fates of the sacrificed maidens- usually being devoured in some brutal way- often after... or while... being tortured. Whatever her fate would be, she just hoped it would be quick. Dare she say anything? She decided she did not, he probably had very little to say to a human besides.
 
The closeness made her size more obvious. She was not only thin but small compared to the god who stood a bit over 7 feet. Her hair fell about her hung head, at least she was respectful and aware of her position. Bastil did not take sacrifices often, he was the god of growing things, of life not death, still he could not just save the wretched humans for nothing. Bastil was already considered too soft when it came to caring for the humans crops, many other gods would have been rolling in wealth and beauties in they had been in his position.

The god stared hard at the girl before speaking again. "Step onto the stone and hold out your hands."
 
She had to still her trembling hands as she climbed onto the stone, still keeping her eyes down low and her head bowed as she held out her hands as he instructed. Her heart was beating wildly, perhaps he could even hear it- it was all she could hear, beyond his voice when he chose to speak to her. Her eyes burned as tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she did not let them fall- reminding herself that it was an honor that she would get to be the one who saved the village, even if she was afraid of dying. As everyone wondered, she wondered what was next- what dying really meant for her...
 
What an obedient girl. "Hold still." Bastil motioned towards the human and something began to slither across the ground. At first they appeared to be dark green snakes but as they grew longer it was clear to see they were vines. They crept up the offering stone and began to wind themselves around the girl's feet. The tendrils worked their way up her white dress and down her arms before wrapping tightly around her wrists. Once she was bound the god stood from the blossoming tree and approached her, his large feet were quite as they moved. With a large amber finger he tilted the maid's face to once again look at her blue eyes and sunken cheeks.
 
Of course she was obedient.... she was worried if she was not, he would not help her people- and she'd still be slain either way. Still, the girl was shaking with terror that was more than apparent- flinching as she felt those vines creeping up her, but still keeping absolutely still- as if she was a statue rather than a maiden. But even the vines did not startle her as much as he did as he stepped closer and touched her- tilting her chin, so her eyes met his... but only for a moment, because she quickly looked away, her large blue eyes flitting sideways because she hardly felt it was appropriate for her to gaze into his eyes- especially not right before he killed her.

Still, his ethereal beauty was not lost on her- the otherworldliness about him was very apparent. It was hard not to look, just as hard as it was for her to... such a strange, torn reaction, even now- even as she trembled before him, not daring to speak and barely daring to breathe.
 
The god blinked his golden brown eyes as the maid showed her first sign of defiance. She had merely turned her head away, nothing more, the vines were meant to stop her from running when Bastil grew closer. Humans were such silly things, almost always they tried to flee or bargain, they had no honor.

"So you are the maid they chose in exchange for their lives." Bastil stated watching the girl closely for her reaction. "At least you are pretty." He said brushing his fingers across the green leaves in her hair causing them to sprout.
 
It wasn't meant as a show of defiance, it was her own fear. To gaze into his eyes... she just couldn't do it, Allison felt so very faint. When he spoke to her again, she had to fight to keep the trembling from her tone- but there was still a quavering, frail quality as she whispered... "Yes."

She was not straining against the vines, she stood straight- with the posture of a lady of fine standing. Proud, perhaps- and she was, a little.... proud to be able to save the people she loved. But still, that fear was not absent from her. The warm quality of his voice, she told herself not to be fooled by it. He seemed so kind, being what he was, and even his touch- save the tightly-wrapped vines, was oddly gentle for handling his sacrifice.

She couldn't help but wonder- would it hurt? What would happen to her when she died?
 
This was very strange. The little human was still struck dumb with fear, normally his sacrifices struggled and cried out for mercy when he got closer but not this maiden. Perhaps she was just in shock.

Being a god of life as he was Bastil did not go around murdering people for no reason. His sacrifices had to dishonor themselves in someway so their death would be justified in the god's mind. This was even more crucial for a female offering for he would not only destroy her but her ability to create life as well.

A vine tightened around her neck, just enough to be uncomfortable but not quite enough to choke her. Bastil just needed to frighten her until she finally begged for mercy.
 
She gasped and inhaled sharply when she felt the tightening, still trembling from head to toe, but in no way was the girl begging for mercy- no, besides her startled gasp, she didn't make a sound. She kept her head bowed humbly, trying to cling onto dignity and embarrass herself as little as possible in her final moments. Even if he did not want to give it to her, she wanted a dignified death.

He was successful in frightening her, but there wasn't much he could do to scare her more- she already knew she was going to die... what more could he threaten her with?
 
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