What is this mark?...
You don’t remember how it got there- it appeared on your skin one day, unobtrusive: a mark.
You don’t remember how it got there, but you remember when you found it, when you looked into your reflection to see it move on its own, lifting a finger to its lips before it showed you the mark on your body. You do remember the dreams that came after - well, some of them, at least. They rarely seemed to be about you. In one of them, the Holy Priestess’ blood pools at your feet. You remember that one very well. |
18+ Fantasy Roleplay Group | Plot-based | Discord-based