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Flint was lead through torchlit corridors, casting feral glares at the two pole-arm carrying guards escorting him. They tried to match his gaze, but came off looking more uneasy than intimidating.
The young beastman's head was still swimming a bit, the effect of a bowl of some kind of sickly sweet potion he had been forced to drink before being led out of his cell and towards what he guessed was the heart of the temple. The drink, he surmised, was supposed to make him more compliant, though it did not seem to be working; it had been developed for taming human men, and his vulpine physiology had begun to metabolize it far more quickly than expected. Seeing this, his captors - who Flint was pleased to note seemed somewhat alarmed by the development - had bound his wrists and ankles in heavy iron manacles for insurance.
Even the guards, Flint noted, seemed reluctant to get close to him.
"Where... am I going?" Flint managed to ask, his mouth feeling rather numb and gummy from the potion.
The guards dipped their heads in reverence, a habit of theirs whenever they spoke of the deity they worshiped.
"Your form is to serve the Goddess. We bring you now to her sanctum."
Serve? Thought Flint, uneasiness coming through the haze.
"I... am to be a sacrifice?"
The guards' heads remained bowed, but they did not answer.
Flint might have tried to escape, but he knew he probably would not get very far, drugged and bound as he was. Blood sacrifice to some unknown deity was not the way he had intended to leave the world, however.
Perhaps leaving my nice, cozy forest was a mistake. he thought to himself. I could've led a quiet life, maybe had a mate and a couple of kits by now...
"Hold."
Flint stumbled a little as he came to a halt, looking up to see an enormous, circular stone door. One of the guards pressed something in the wall, causing it to roll away, revealing a vast, dark chamber.
Every surface was clad in black, glossy stone, lit by flickering torches and candles. In the center of the room was a low, triangular altar.
"We can accompany you no further; you enter the presence of the Goddess. The Priestess will see to you."
Flint blinked again, turning to ask for clarification only to see the massive door rolling back into place behind him.
"Hey! What-"
With a muffled boom, the door sealed, and Flint was left standing alone in the dimly lit inner sanctum.
NOW what? he thought to himself, looking around uneasily. Just what kind of sacrifice am I supposed to BE?
The young beastman's head was still swimming a bit, the effect of a bowl of some kind of sickly sweet potion he had been forced to drink before being led out of his cell and towards what he guessed was the heart of the temple. The drink, he surmised, was supposed to make him more compliant, though it did not seem to be working; it had been developed for taming human men, and his vulpine physiology had begun to metabolize it far more quickly than expected. Seeing this, his captors - who Flint was pleased to note seemed somewhat alarmed by the development - had bound his wrists and ankles in heavy iron manacles for insurance.
Even the guards, Flint noted, seemed reluctant to get close to him.
"Where... am I going?" Flint managed to ask, his mouth feeling rather numb and gummy from the potion.
The guards dipped their heads in reverence, a habit of theirs whenever they spoke of the deity they worshiped.
"Your form is to serve the Goddess. We bring you now to her sanctum."
Serve? Thought Flint, uneasiness coming through the haze.
"I... am to be a sacrifice?"
The guards' heads remained bowed, but they did not answer.
Flint might have tried to escape, but he knew he probably would not get very far, drugged and bound as he was. Blood sacrifice to some unknown deity was not the way he had intended to leave the world, however.
Perhaps leaving my nice, cozy forest was a mistake. he thought to himself. I could've led a quiet life, maybe had a mate and a couple of kits by now...
"Hold."
Flint stumbled a little as he came to a halt, looking up to see an enormous, circular stone door. One of the guards pressed something in the wall, causing it to roll away, revealing a vast, dark chamber.
Every surface was clad in black, glossy stone, lit by flickering torches and candles. In the center of the room was a low, triangular altar.
"We can accompany you no further; you enter the presence of the Goddess. The Priestess will see to you."
Flint blinked again, turning to ask for clarification only to see the massive door rolling back into place behind him.
"Hey! What-"
With a muffled boom, the door sealed, and Flint was left standing alone in the dimly lit inner sanctum.
NOW what? he thought to himself, looking around uneasily. Just what kind of sacrifice am I supposed to BE?
