RP:Girls Gored Wildly

Summary: Artia faces her trial in Delisha's Temple of Pleasure as Pilar is torn apart.

Northern Sage Forest

Artia had been in the woods exercising and playing with the woodland creatures that many had forgotten about. Narrowing her cyan eyes, hovering above the ground before she landed, ripping off her cloak the witch bore a corset made of leaves that were held together by vines, her legs sported a brown skirt with many slits, almost resembling two large leaves tied together in manner of a loincloth. The dried leaves upon her necklace grew back to life as the witch reached up, jerking the necklace off. Within seconds the once necklace extended into a wrapped root whip, with thorn along it. Along the dark strawberry hair extended more of the thorn vines, leaving Artia looking as if she was mother nature herself. The witch looked wild and unbridled, much unlike her normal self that all saw. This was a rare sight, and her body oozed raw magic. To many that had seen her in such away were killed, or killed easily from gazing upon her. The witch glared playfully at the nyad, as the naiad squared off with the druid, both chuckled as they narrowed closer t the ground. Jerking upwards with a pedestal for dirt under her, she was launched into the air. Thrusting out her whip at the wood spirit, as the creature laughed as it took off jumping inside a tree. Sliding along the ground she stopped to stand up, laughing. No one had ever seen Artia play with these creatures nor had she trusted anyone enough to reveal the ancient ones.

Revan :: Beneath the great green leaves of the Sage Forest while Artia plays away with the creatures that live there a single figure watches her with a smile stained across his filled lips. Stepping out from behind a heavy oak the man reveals himself to be dressed in a unbuttoned cloak that covers his head and fell all the way to his ankles along with a pair of knee length black shorts leaving his torso revealed showing a quite impressive body built with powerful muscles and a set of abs that would make most woman (and men) swoon. Atop of his shoulder is a raven that stares to Artia with great intent as it's owner reaches up to remove his hood revealing a mess of sandy blond hair and a flawless complexion, "Impressive" he states with a smile revealing bright white teeth as ocean colored blue eyes bounce up and down the woman examining her tempting frame.

Artia summoned a small tornado to wrap around her legs, spinning the whip quickly around her summoning her element to herself. Once lifted into the hair she looked around for where that naiad had run off to now, probably back into the water not far from here. Leaping out of the small tornado she did a front flip, landing in a squat with her left leg extended in front of her. Looking up in Revan's direction her cyan eyes took in his body, shaking her head to make sure her eyes saw what she saw. With that a tree root sprouted from the ground lifting her only two feet or so off the ground. Plopping down to sit straddled on the root with legs wrapped around it, moving her closer to Revan. His body was very impressive, with such muscle mass she knew he was very strong male. His abs made her strawberry brow loft, catching her attention next was the raven. Tilting her head to the side she let out a soft whistle to the bird, being druid she had strong connection to anything flora and fauna. Cyan eyes shot back to the male, "What is impressive?" With a soft glare, "What are you doing in these parts? Your aura does not fit you." Instantly she didn't trust the male.

Revan :: The man watches Artia with the same smug look of satisfaction in his eyes as she goes about approaching and when she whistles to the Raven on his shoulder it tilts it's head to the side only to continue glaring from a distance. "Your moves. You carry your body like liquid, flowing and free." At her next question he winks to her with a cocky grin that pulls at the side of his face, "Why don't I show you?" He remarks with a dip of his head before backing up along the path until the air behind him begins to ripple like a stone cast into a pond with the crow and him disappearing from view. Artia could decide to leave now and go about enjoying her day, playing with the animals and breathing the crisp fresh air of the forest and she'd be no worse nor better for it. But if she should choose to follow him she would be transported to a different world, a dark and wet dungeon that carried an air very hard to breath and within it were fifteen men and woman wearing only their cloaks and some undergarments mostly lingerie for those that weren't bare. The lot of them crowded around a stage at the front and center that had three kneeling patrons with heavy burlap sacks hanging over their heads and a dominatrix behind them setting up heavy chains and hooks into their bodies, their cries of pleasure and pain getting a wild applause from the crowd as they continue whatever kinky ritual they were having here.

Artia slipped off the root, taking the whip and placed it back to her neck as it went back to the necklace from once it came. The way he described Artia movements was curious, as she felt like air when she was in her element of the woods. She felt free and nothing in this world could bother her. Artia was free here, nothing could take that from the druid. The wink he gave her made her face cringe, a gust of wind swirled around her. The trees leaned towards her whispering into her mind not to follow the male. Artia felt the ripple in the air, her hand placed to her chest with a gasp. But she couldn't help but wonder what and where he went into. Looking to the tree her hand raises caressing the branch, offering it comfort. "I'll be okay." Artia took off into a run, transport into a whole different place. Cyan eyes gazed around, where they in the Chapel of pleasure up north in the enchanted forest? It looked the same, exotic attire upon everyone. Moving closer to the stage she saw the beings on the stage being hooked and chained up. She was slightly shocked at this, bUT her past had introduced her to such thing before. The way the crowd cheered was not very comforting. "What is this place? "

Revan :: None of the patrons of this tainted place paid any attention to Artia as she made her entrance, all of their attention still fixated on the trio lined up on the stage and the high elf covered in various leathers that continued to place the hooks in them, each screaming and shaking violently as she did. It was a few minutes of preparation before the gears leading the wires attached to the hooks began to turn and lift their loads into the air. The screams of the victims was easily drowned out by the rabid cheering of the crowd as they held hands, kissed and bit their lips in anticipation. The man from before stands beside Artia as if he'd been there all along though the bird is no where to be found, "This?" he laughs an eerie cackle while brushing his hair from his face, "This is mother Delisha's path to salvation." As soon as his words are finished the burlap sacks from the victims are all ripped from their heads revealing a young wood elf woman on the left who grits her teeth in anger and shouts curses to the crowd, an older human male on the right who seems to be completely out of it likely to pass out from the pain and in the dead center of the lot is young and beautiful Pilar with tears streaming down her face, she quickly spots Artia in the crowd and cries out in a rasp, sore voice "Mi Rosa..." just as the hooks yank out to the sides splitting the backs of the trio and beginning the degloving process of their flesh. Blood openly pours down onto the stage covering the dominatrix in the crimson substance as she splashes it out onto the disciples much to their pleasure.

Artia looked over her shoulder at the illusion, "I know of the goddess, this is almost the Chapel I frequently often when I need to pray.." She looked upon each one as they shouted even more at the three on stage being revealed. Cyan eyes went wide as she saw Pilar upon the stage, no, Pilar did not have a dark heart like Artia. "No, how'd you get here Pilar?" Artia rushed up on the stage, moving to donkey kick the dominantrix to the ground. "Release this one, I don't are about the others. They don't matter. This one, she does not understand how pain can be pleasure, release her. Find another that understands this!" The witch demanded, her wand sparkling to life from the disguise of a serpent armlet, moving down her arm as an bracelet for the moment. Cyan eyes burned into anyone's face that looked upon her, "If you don't want your show ruined, free her."

Revan :: The dominatrix is knocked to the ground much to the upset of the crowd who begin screaming in anger and hissing in the direction of the witch. The blood continues to spill out onto the stage, the mass of the victims backs already ripped clean in half and their faces becoming pale with death soon coming to release them from their pain. The handsome man that had led Artia inside laughs as he approaches her and raises a brow, "This isn't about pleasure for them my dear. No, these three are gifts to our god. Bound to die in the name of Delisha and her children so that we may continue to bask in her love." His hand reaches up ready to snatch her by the throat, if he was successful in doing so he would lift her off of the ground, "So I suggest you step away unless you'd like to be next." Meanwhile, Pilar is shivering now with her eyes and throat have gone completely dry as she attempts to beg for mercy before falling into death's hand.

Artia grabs the whip from around her neck, "If they want sacrifice they can have it, but Pilar won't be one. I won't allow it." She didn't care about those are mad and yelling now. Grabbing the dominantrix by her hair, "She is replacement for Pilar!" With that Artia’s nails elongated a good seven inches, retractable pernicious tektite nails being revealed. Dragging the women to the edge of the stage Artia grabbed the throat, digging her tektite-nails deeply in. Jerking upwards, as the blood spewed out like a waterfall on to anyone that was standing close. Tossing the female body into the crowd, next she went to the ones on each side of Pilar. The male she stabbed the nails inside his throat, making him bleed out into the crowd. The female she ripped off the hooks and put her neck to Pilar's throat. "Latch on while I get you freed, m'diamond I'm getting us out of here." She gave a glare to the man she followed here, licking the blood from those she slaughtered off her lips. "If anyone wants to try to stop me they can. But she doesn't deserve a death like this."

Revan :: The crowd is devastated as their performer is slaughter before their very eyes, the lot of them beginning to bum rush the stage as Artia displays a great strength in ripping down one of the sacrifices and offering her to Pilar but suddenly the world around the witch would freeze in place with a cold wind filling the air around them. "Powerful. Quick. Ruthless." A man covered from head to toe in flowing black robes steps towards Artia from the darkness with glowing blue eyes staring at her as he advances, the raven from before resting on his shoulder, "Reckless." he concludes while stepping around the woman's frame, her body frozen in place if she would try to move it. "In some scenarios you would provide a powerful weapon, one that is messy but effective in it's work. Something reliable to get the job done for sure... but you lack the discipline to become something greater." Halting his taunting steps the man turns his head to face the body of Pilar hanging over the both of them and emits a mocking snort, "You're too distracted by meaningless things... such as the young one. No, I cannot use you..." Stepping to her front he hmm's to himself in thought while confirming his decision. "Nor can I waste time in rehabilitation... Congratulations, witch. You've been the easiest yet." Emerging from his sleeve his hand holds a single red rose the is tucked behind the woman's ear before he and the dungeon around her suddenly shattered like glass and falls to the Earth allowing her to find herself standing still in the forest as before with only the rose to recount the things that had taken place.

Revan gave 1 red rose to Artia.

Artia readied herself to fight if needed, the man in the robes moves towards her. "Been trained to be nothing but ruthless, but reckless I am not. They haven't even seen what. Could've done, I could've tied them all in place and kill each one of i have to get her out of here." Straightening up, not scared of the male circling her. She went to jump and spiral kick him, but found herself stuck in place, "I could knock you against the wall right now if I willed it!" She glared deeply her cyan eyes flashing back to the crimson they once we're before her curse was broken, "I lack no discipline, I haven't even warmed up yet." The easiest? Wait, what? She wanted to bite at his hand but was not able to as he tucked the rose behind her ear. Than her world seemed to crash around her, dropping to her knees as she began to gag and think about what she had done. No, it wasn't real...reaching up she felt the rose and sat frozen in place.