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The Blood Moon rose to the centre of the black sky, casting a gloomy light on the scene before it. They had waited years for this moment. They had counted down the days, the hours, the minutes leading up to it. The figures huddled closer together, seeking warmth from their fellows. The women were shrouded in crimson cloaks, hiding their bodies from the chilly air and freezing temperature. Snowflakes slowly littered down from the black sky. The youngest of the members looked up at the sky and noted that not a single star managed to shine through the blizzard clouds.
She wondered why she was even here, how she managed to get her self into this mess. Her thoughts were clouded. A breeze swept bye, sending a whistling sound to echo through the limber trees around them. A shiver crept up her spine, although she wasn't sure whether it was from fright or adrenaline. The cloaked women had made a circle, the Eldest in the center, standing there dark and dreary clad in red. A book lay in her bony hand. It was a withered old tome that had a cover of black leather protecting the valuable information inside. Symbols and Sigils decorated the pages in ink, as well as language the young girl couldn't read nor understand. All she knew is that it was important - very important.
As the moon reached it's peak, the women started chanting. If being heard from afar it might sound like an old nursery ryhme. From close distance, it would be known it was much more sinister in nature.
So red so warm
This life force I adore
We bleed we cry
But oh. I want more
From my first I knew this was for me
The blood so sweet
So pure
The way it pools
The way it runs
This angels nectar
It's my addiction
My dark fantasy
My mistress
Blood is her name
I bathe in it
I taste it
I always try to find more I cannot stop
When I close my eyes all I see is telling sweet red
I thirst for it
I need it
The most beautiful thing on earth
The best
What was your life
Your whole life pools slowly away
My whole love pours on out
You're so beautiful
Your're so addicting
But I need to remember
Blood gets in everything
And it's hard to get out
They sung it over and over like a prayer, as the Elder went to work. The girl spyed a glint of silver in the old woman's hand. The other hand she held a cup, or alas more of a goblet. It looked to be adorned with maroon symbols and colourful stones. The most disturbing part was that it seemed to be made of carved bone. The girl wondered if it was human, but she pushed the scary thought away.
One by one the women cut their hand with the blade, and let the dark liquid fall into the goblet. All while they were still chanting their horrifying ballad. The Elder eventually reached her, the last in line. The woman stretched out her hand, and gave her the ceremonial dagger. A shot of pain heeded her palm for a spit second as she dragged the sharp edge against her pale skin. A shocked gasp left her lips before she could stop it. Slowly, the blood welled in the cut and she raised her hand over the goblet, letting the maroon liquid drop into it, sending a ripple with it's touch.
The woman nodded once, and stepped back into the centre of the circle, now chanting herself. This time, it was words the girl didn't understand. A few seconds passed, and the girl could feel the tension loom, and felt as if she would throw up. Feelings slowly entered her body. Hate. Anger. A passion for something, and then sadness before it started glowing. 'It' being the pentagram that the cloaked figures were standing around. The girl took a step back instinctively, only to feel the woman beside her yank her back into the tighty knit circle.
Her dark blue eyes flickered. She felt tremendously uncomfortable, a nervous sweat building and the urge to to stop her hands from shaking. A pit of dread layed in her stomach; a bit like concrete shoes - bounding her in place. A single tear slid down her cheek as a dark figure appeared in the Pentagram. It first appeared as nothing but a shadow, but then a very large canine. Its fur was as black at night, and as thick as smoke. Its eyes were glassy and a startling shade of red. It had long yet thick legs, with huge paws that held razor sharp claws. Its tail was long and scruffy, and it's body was muscular and endearing. Its muzzle crinkled as it snarled. Drool glistening of it's fangs as it looked her in the eye. It's breath smelt of death.
She would be lying if she said she didn't believe she wasn't going to die at that moment. The thing's bloodcurdling eyes held a promise of a torturous death. She had read about such creatures in old books.
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