Sophia_Titor
Planetoid
- Joined
- Feb 11, 2017
"Huhwh-what!?" She sputtered jerking her head back toward Ruta, surprised that the woman was preparing to walk off into the ruins still entirely naked "S-shouldn't you wait till you are dry, and clothed, and perhaps bring a weapon, like that wooden spear? We have no idea what we will find down here-" Or what we will learn She finished under her breath.
Quickly the taller woman scrambled to her feet, attempting to pull her linen trousers and white tunic over her still damp body. Erect nipples poked against the thin fabric much to her dismay. "I-I should come with you." She didn't want to go, but she didn't want to be left alone either. What if Ruta never came back? She regretted that her concern wasn't some selfless desire to protect the other woman but more of selfish preservation. Her own continued survival had been solely because of Ruta, without her, she feared she would not last down here.
She began to follow slowly behind her, eyes fixated on her butt as her hips swayed before her eyes. She had been so distracted by Ruta's perfect form that she almost didn't notice an archaic carving on one of the crumbling walls. "Castella's grace." She muttered as she turned after catching it on the corner of her eye to inspect it closely. It was infact a depiction of Castella, atleast a crude drawing, using symbols that were recognized as being linked with Castella, the high born angel, protector of all. The unsettling nature of the drawing was that it depicted her devouring people, who were lined up in reverent worship.
"What manner of mockery is this...."
Quickly the taller woman scrambled to her feet, attempting to pull her linen trousers and white tunic over her still damp body. Erect nipples poked against the thin fabric much to her dismay. "I-I should come with you." She didn't want to go, but she didn't want to be left alone either. What if Ruta never came back? She regretted that her concern wasn't some selfless desire to protect the other woman but more of selfish preservation. Her own continued survival had been solely because of Ruta, without her, she feared she would not last down here.
She began to follow slowly behind her, eyes fixated on her butt as her hips swayed before her eyes. She had been so distracted by Ruta's perfect form that she almost didn't notice an archaic carving on one of the crumbling walls. "Castella's grace." She muttered as she turned after catching it on the corner of her eye to inspect it closely. It was infact a depiction of Castella, atleast a crude drawing, using symbols that were recognized as being linked with Castella, the high born angel, protector of all. The unsettling nature of the drawing was that it depicted her devouring people, who were lined up in reverent worship.
"What manner of mockery is this...."