Approaching the gates of the Sanctuary, Aisalyn had to stop to catch her breath. Kohl-lined twin orbs softened and focused in on the main gate, catching glimpses of the beloved Temple behind. Her blood pulsed and warmed her body, feeling the strong aura of protective wards surrounding the Sanctuary.
Placing her hands together for a moment, the tattoos on each hand, one of justice scales, the next of blades, folded to match perfectly. Not the only tattoo on her, but certainly the most cherished. Half of her head was shaven clean down to the skin. The left side had chestnut colored strands that had been braided together and trailed down to her chest, tied off with beads and metal contraptions. The bald right side of her head was the beginning of the extremely intricate set of tattoos which covered her body. Creeping down across her right eye, the black ink extended across her head, down her neck, flourished out onto her large arms and down across her entire torso. The designs were many and hard to place, embedded specifically into her skin to confuse those who would stare too long. What might look like a flower or something of beauty to one would be the face of fear to another. Her body was quite illusive, as was she. The small amount of skin that wasn't graced with ink was a darker bronze color, betraying her as some Indian heritage. Almost stretching to six feet tall, she was a tower of graceful, lean muscle.
Deep, calming breaths. Words of prayer to the Goddess of Scathach. She unfolded her hands and then reached one downwards, taking the hand of her forever companion. The chimpanzee that stretched upwards to meet her hand was no small pet. A two-hundred and fifty pound animal, the primate seemed to understand the importance of this Sanctuary. Careful to hold the animal's hand at a safe distance from being scratched by the chakrams at her waist, she took a slow step through the gate and onto the grounds.
"This is it. Here is our home. Come, we'll offer our hands and hearts to our Sisters."
Placing her hands together for a moment, the tattoos on each hand, one of justice scales, the next of blades, folded to match perfectly. Not the only tattoo on her, but certainly the most cherished. Half of her head was shaven clean down to the skin. The left side had chestnut colored strands that had been braided together and trailed down to her chest, tied off with beads and metal contraptions. The bald right side of her head was the beginning of the extremely intricate set of tattoos which covered her body. Creeping down across her right eye, the black ink extended across her head, down her neck, flourished out onto her large arms and down across her entire torso. The designs were many and hard to place, embedded specifically into her skin to confuse those who would stare too long. What might look like a flower or something of beauty to one would be the face of fear to another. Her body was quite illusive, as was she. The small amount of skin that wasn't graced with ink was a darker bronze color, betraying her as some Indian heritage. Almost stretching to six feet tall, she was a tower of graceful, lean muscle.
Deep, calming breaths. Words of prayer to the Goddess of Scathach. She unfolded her hands and then reached one downwards, taking the hand of her forever companion. The chimpanzee that stretched upwards to meet her hand was no small pet. A two-hundred and fifty pound animal, the primate seemed to understand the importance of this Sanctuary. Careful to hold the animal's hand at a safe distance from being scratched by the chakrams at her waist, she took a slow step through the gate and onto the grounds.
"This is it. Here is our home. Come, we'll offer our hands and hearts to our Sisters."