| Slanted rubies slashed through the gloom of night to watch her fellow sisters partake in the holy ritual in honoring of Mother Moon. Pensively, those faint glowing occulars kept trained on the writhing and thrashing woman in the middle, paying homage to their sacred deity, or so the others believed. Unlike many of her sisters and her queen, Lykopis was not easily fooled or guillible to another's deceit. Her blood ties to the dark ilythiiri of the Underdark taught her the important lesson to be wary and cautious of certain ones. Molpadia was one. Thick waves of chestnut curls hid perfectly the imperfections of long tapered ears, showing hints of her elven taint, yet the Amazon was not concerned by blood lines. Born an Amazon by her mother Xygoz, adopted into this clan by her aunt Alcinoe, she stood proud by her queen, Echephyle, waiting for any to cause her harm. Long, graceful beige fingers began to caress the long length of the yellowish-white wolf fang dangling from her left ear in thought. Around her neck, she wore the testimony of her kindred spirit, the wolves of which she bore her namesake. Five wolf fangs dangled from the rawhide strip circling her neck as colorful beads and fine strings of wolven hair were woven perfectly in those rioting curls. Wild whoops and cries drew her attention back to the dance before, her body thrummed and trembled with the intensity of the ritual's magic. Lifting her head proudly to direct those heathen eyes upwards, the fang of the wolf adorning her braided rawhide headband began to catch the meagar light of the moon. In came the undeniable feeling that the Mother Moon was pleased with their offering perhaps now she shall rain her blessing down on her daughters. 'Mother Moon, please forgive your wayward daughter for asking this of you.. But please, watch over and protect my older brother Dharijor in the hell of the Underdark.. Please tell him that his sister still thinks of him fondly even though she mustn't,' feverently raising her inner voice towards the heavens. If her fellow sisters knew of which she prayed for, the stain of traitor may be branded on her person. Yet, Lykopis was not worried of discovery or ridicule from her sisters, wiping free her sweat on the length of her stitched tanned leather breeches before adjusting her rusty-brown leather tank-style top in proper fashion. She knew, she should always look her best while standing beside Echephyle. |