(This Form)
"What a dreadfully dark place." Kitche stood outside the large wooden doors, nose wrinkled in something akin to disgust. What one earth was this place, and why one earth was she even here? Oh, that travel agent was going to pay dearly for booking this place for the likes of her. Of course, there was always the chance that...Kitche tilted her head. Maybe she'd gotten the directions wrong. The dark haired woman stared at the map clutched in her tanned hands, and then, slowly, ever so slowly, flipped it over. She cursed and groaned aloud. Oh, for goodness sakes! She'd had the map upside down!
Stomping inside the large Shrine, Kitche couldn't believe her rotten luck. "Of all the stupid, idiotic, foolish, moronically dumb, unbelievably unintelligent things I've ever done, this takes the cake!"she cried, frustrated at her inability to read her own writing or the map she had drawn. "I can't believe this. I just can't believe it." She stomped through the Shrine, oblivious to the ominous and foreboding feeling that circulated through the dusky, dingy rooms. With a grunt of dissatisfaction, she hurled herself onto one of the worn out benches, biting her fingernails in concentration.
Maybe if she retraced her steps, and re-read the map...But she hardly had any idea of where she was! So that wouldn't work. Growling in annoyance, the red-eyed female glanced up unhappily when something caught her eye and she paused, looking confused. "What on earth is that thing?"she wondered aloud, standing up and padding over to a large, ominous looking statue. It was of a gigantic, but strange looking canine, it's body curled sleepily around the feet of a mask-holding man. She reached out to touch it, her fingers tracing the statue's curves in delicate, smooth strokes.
"What a beautiful creature,"she murmured softly, eyes glued to the statue. To the side, another of the same creatures sat silently, standing quiet vigil for it's master. She pursed her lips, amazed at the beautiful craftsmanship, and the absolute reality invoked by the strangely real statues. They seemed to come to life and leap out at her, and Kitche could imagine a creature such as this springing through tall grass, hunting down weaker prey, and staring out at her with cold, uncaring yellow eyes. Oh, how beautiful!
Below the statues, a small inscription, obviously chiseled in after the statues were created by a lesser artist, stood out against all other writing. "Domon and Zwei,"the woman read carefully, her red orbs wide with astonishment. She lifted heavily veiled eyes back to the statues with a small smile. "Is that what your names are, little beauties? I wish you could talk. Oh, the stories I bet you could tell. Are there others like you? Where did you come from? I wish you could tell me..."She seemed entranced by these creatures, sticking close to the statues, even as darkness descended upon the Shrine, and night fell in Basantha.
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