ASTERION, the star and sacrifice. (
phallicsymbull) wrote2016-08-13 04:14 pm
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tragedy tomorrow--
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« There are two archways. »
« The other is made of smooth white marble. From it hangs a heavy red velvet curtain. Push aside the curtain? »

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Standing within the opening so that only its horned head fully emerges from the cave is a gigantic weathered statue of white marble in the form of a bull. It takes up the entire space, so that to enter the cave you would have to walk through the legs of the bull. There are two problems with that.
The most obvious problem is purely a matter of propriety: between the bull's marble hindquarters hangs an enormous erect penis made of a similar material.
But beyond that, between the bull's back legs is a gate. Sweet, verdant scents drift from beyond it, and a great spill of ivy climbs all over it. ]
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Between its hind legs is a gate covered with ivy. Before the gate stands an empty clay pitcher. Curled around its lock is a small snake. ]
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She has to take a moment to stare before moving on. Whether it's a moment or a minute is a mystery.
But a snake, huh. Look at this little cute thing. she'd have little to worry about even if it were venomous, but it's not, so can she carefully unwind it and put it in the pitcher?]
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Ssss...
[ The snake makes a soft, gentle hissing noise and curls more stubbornly around the lock, refusing to be budged. ]
From the strong comes forth sweetness.
[ Its soft hissing seems to form words. ]
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[ ...GREAT. I guess that's where he's headed, though his steps definitely slow as he approaches the. uh. penis. ]
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The ground gets a little firmer and less sandy as you approach the cave mouth, but there's still not that much growing.
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[ going to...duck around the penis then, (wow, that's some detailed work) and extend his fingertips towards the snake, unflinching. he isn't afraid of it. ]
Hello.
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The snake lifts its head, though it remains curled inconveniently around the lock. ]
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There, a circular stage rises up to command the attention. At its center is a cylindrical pedestal, on which rests something white. Surrounding the pedestal are four tall golden-edged mirrors. ]
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he heads down to the stage, walks circles around it to study it from outside the mirrors, first, in case there's anything to see out here. ]
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There's nothing to be seen beyond the stage for now. Closer up, though, you can see the white object on the pedestal is a mask. ]
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he's not putting it on himself to be clear ]
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Somewhere in the room, magnified by the echoes, comes the sound of something rustling and fluttering. ]
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Excuse me...
[ picks it up to turn over in her hands? ]
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[ turns it over in her hands a little before going to walk the perimeter of the room?? ]
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