the offering~
NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25+ SPECIES. Witch Coven & Rank. Lupercal Emissary OCCUPATION. UTO
An ancestor within the Asphodel, a loyalist from the Dark Goddesses’ temple of night; for a love that you had lost you pledged yourself eternally, and to his ghoulish figure you returned every night until war saw your body destroyed and your soul bound. Between vessels when necromanteion’s call went out, it was only when magic stuttered that the binding placed over you was broken. From the bindings that covered your earthen tomb, your soul slipped out once more and leapt into the body of the first witch that was available to you. Worming through their veins and burning through their soul, it wasn’t perfect, but it would certainly work for now. Through the dark you could hear the call of another name, Oztalun had risen from the book at long last. His priest and his devotee, the dragon with three heads, were brought out from his slumber. To Lupercal you anointed yourself, stood beside the council of lycans, a friend, an ally, a helpful word in the ears of those whose laws were separate from Rome. An emissary of magic, an advocate for change, and the advantage of a place amidst a crowd of monsters.
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