Deep scratching sound moved through the throne room, the sound of metal on stone, deep craving grunt that led to Arini. She was in an enchanted trance. On her knees craving symbols, curves and curves on the marble floor, humming enchantment under her breath. Sweat beaded down her naked body, her hair was down and wild clung against her skin, there were markings on her skin and jewelry layered on top of it.
She suddenly stopped, lifting her hands up into the air. "gods of vampires, from each area in time and space, guard the blood that flows between the roots of each carve, to its original home, its original time, its original space" Arini's voice humming in whispers and whimpers, she reached for the blood and found nothing. "Shit" she broke out of her trance. "I forgot the blood" she got to her feet and put on her priestess robes.
