Druid Veyda d'Illici, Desert Hermit pulls some rope from an aether fold and sets
about stringing up the dead unicorn between two young ash trees.

Tilting his head back, Druid Veyda d'Illici, Desert Hermit says, "Get out of
that armor."

Veyda removes desert sandals of roughened leather.

You remove a bark-like greathelm of hammered iron.

You remove a bark-like suit of hammered field plate.

Veyda removes a darkly iridescent chaos robe.

Druid Veyda d'Illici, Desert Hermit finishes a tight knot and turns to look at
you with a cool gaze.

Veyda ceases to wield a mystic cudgel in his right hand.

Pursing his lips, Druid Veyda d'Illici, Desert Hermit says, "Kneel underneath
the unicorn."

You have emoted: Synl kneels on the ground, placing himself directly below the
centre of the unicorn.

Veyda rubs his hands together slowly.

Veyda runs his sickle along the belly of the beast and draws a fine swell of
blood, which drips to the soil as he wets his hands.

Veyda carefully fingers your eyes closed and marks them with sanguine dots.

His voice roughening, Veyda says, "We mark your eyes that they will be clear and
strong, allowing you to see the truth of the world."

Veyda circles around you and kneels as he draws on your feet with his bloodied
hands.

Veyda says, "We mark your feet that they will be swift and sure, carrying you
across the web of the world as a predator."

Veyda circles around you once more and kneels before you, drawing a crimson line
across your brow.

Veyda says, "We mark your brow that your mind will be stalwart and keen,
resolute in the service of your Lord the Predator."

Veyda wets his fingers from the dripping belly of the unicorn.

Veyda draws a circle on your right breast.

Veyda says, "Finally, we mark your heart that it will be constant and steady,
your purpose bound irrevocably within."

Veyda stands up and moves backward, ducking beneath the unicorn and eyeing you
evenly.

Veyda barks like a dog. Ruff! Ruff!

Veyda snarls, "Who are you?"

Keeping his eyes closed, you say, "His Hunter."

Continuing, you say, "His Disciple. His Priest."

Inhaling deeply, you say, "I am His Predator."

Veyda says, "Predator, what is your name?"

You say, "Synl Nimaet."

Veyda rips through the air with his sickle and sparking ethereal red bursts from
the unicorn, engulfing you in a rain of blood that crests over your shoulders
and paints your body.

Veyda says, "Rise, Synl Nimaet, a Predator, a servant of the Lord."

Veyda says, "Run in His pack with pride."

You have emoted: Synl rises up and out from beneath the unicorn's corpse.

Veyda raises his head and lets loose a cold, shuddering caw, and a murder of
crows languidly drifts from the shadowy sky and begins to feast on the unicorn's
corpse.

Veyda pulls a long stretch of sinew from the unicorn's side and begins to chew
on it idly.

The accidental 'barking' was when I used 'bark Who are you?' instead of 'snarl'.

>.>

Ooo... pretty... I like it. It just smacks of ancient Druidic rituals too.. I'm a Celtic history buff, sorry.

Smack me if I'm a tardpants, but isn't the heart in the... left breast?