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by Father Luna on Fri Nov 28, 2008 1:50 am
((I tend to lean more towards fantasy. Thank you for the welcome. I consider myself a veteran RPer, but I'm feeling a little out of practice, so if I'm not following the proper rules, please, reeducate me. ))
The father looked at the woman, startled slightly. He pushed his glasses up his nose with his white gloved hand.
"My name is Luna Silvertear, Priest of The Vatican and our Lord."
He made the Sign of The Cross and smiled, making sure as to not show his teeth.
"You're just in time for my snack. Would you care to join me?" he asked, his voice soft and kind.
Luna pulled out a couple of small cakes from somewhere within his robe. They were a light brown and smelt slightly floral and freshly baked. He also pulled out a beautifully made wine bottle, but he clutched the bottle tightly, his knuckles turning white. The bottle looked incredibly old. It contained a crimson liquid. He quickly opened the bottle and took a long drink from it. He put the stopper back in it quickly and hid the bottle away in his robe. He looked at the woman. His eyes had become crimson and feral, almost as if he was going to attack her. After a moment that seemed to last for an eternity, his eyes shifted back to their silvery blue. He let out a long sigh. He had been holding his breath. The priest stood up and walked over to the woman, black and white feathers ocassionally falling from under his robe. Luna offered the woman a cake while taking a bite of his own.
"I put the berries and nuts from the forest back home in them. I also sweetened it with honey from my own hives. I also have some milk that I bought this morning. It's still cold."
He paused for a moment, chewing a bite of the cake.
"You can tell me about yourself and I about myself."
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