Nowfaleena
Star
- Joined
- Oct 21, 2009
Acantha was a young woman, around nineteen years old. She was very pretty woman, with long curly black hair, as dark as ravens feathers, pale unblemished skin, piercing blue eyes that almost seemed to glow, and a slender body with curves in all the right places. She had delicate features on her face, plump lips, a nose that had no bumps, round eyes that were neither to close nor to far apart, small ears, and arched brows. The girl was wearing a black dress that clung nicely to her body, showing off her luscious curves. Right now it was night and her dress flapped around her.
Currently Acantha was dashing through the chilly night, she was headed east in the direction of her house. With each almost silent step she took she grew closer to her goal, she hoped that she would make it in time. She had to be home and light the candles around her summoning circle before the first light of dawn. When the teenager reached her house she let out a sigh and opened the door before heading off too her room.
As Acantha stepped inside she grabbed a small box of matches and a dagger before she went to the center of her room and threw back the cheap rug, revealing the silver summoning circle underneath the worn fabric. With her delicate hands she light the match and let the flame hit each black candles, lighting them from east to west until the circle was complete. The young woman blew out the match and started to chant, her voice hauntingly beautiful, as she reached the end of the chant she grabbed the dagger and cut the palm of her hand, letting her virgin blood fall in the center of the circle, finishing the spell, all that was left was to wait and see if it worked.
Currently Acantha was dashing through the chilly night, she was headed east in the direction of her house. With each almost silent step she took she grew closer to her goal, she hoped that she would make it in time. She had to be home and light the candles around her summoning circle before the first light of dawn. When the teenager reached her house she let out a sigh and opened the door before heading off too her room.
As Acantha stepped inside she grabbed a small box of matches and a dagger before she went to the center of her room and threw back the cheap rug, revealing the silver summoning circle underneath the worn fabric. With her delicate hands she light the match and let the flame hit each black candles, lighting them from east to west until the circle was complete. The young woman blew out the match and started to chant, her voice hauntingly beautiful, as she reached the end of the chant she grabbed the dagger and cut the palm of her hand, letting her virgin blood fall in the center of the circle, finishing the spell, all that was left was to wait and see if it worked.