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The Temple of Paduan is the Temple of the Flamebearers, those who possess the stone of Ruby. Though not the god of Darkness, Paduan is still a bitter creature with a short fuse.
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Posted on March 4, 2012 at 08:15:59 PM by Beatrice
Had she known when she rushed from the sheeting rain, that Paduan was in residence, then she may have turned just as swiftly and sought another place for respite. As it is, she did not and so she quietly drifted through the sulphur temple. Her dark eyes were curious as they trailed over the fire god’s temple. Each temple heralded the essence of the god that resided within. Within Paduan’s own, the lava coursed like a life force weaving its way through the broken rock floor, like blood through open veins. The heat that curled from the molten rock felt enough to burn her pallid skin, yet she did not stray from the warmth of his kingdom. Instead she carefully stepped along the jagged streams of lava, following them with a fascination that beckoned the question of its inheritance. Yet likely the fascination stemmed from stories of her father and the kingdom he had ruled before her birth; a kingdom and land to which Paduan had been master and creator.
Like a monster he appeared from amidst the bowels of his temple, his arrival silent and imposing. The Northern girl’s eyes rose rapidly, her breath snagging in her throat as she stood like a promiscuous rabbit ensnared within a hunter’s trap. Her unannounced entry into his kingdom, paired so neatly with her complacency as to his absence, had lead to this moment of shock and guilt-ridden surprise. Dark eyes glimmered with the red firelight coming from the bubbling heart of his temple as she peered warily across and met his dragon eyes. Ash fell from his body like charred snow; an omen for his oncoming words. Smoke from the lava flows curled across the smoked floor and seeped across to mingle about her limbs, clawing up her mineral dusted body. She caught the scoff he barely restrained and her eyes glimmered, her spine tensing as irritation slithered unwelcome through her veins. Her lips twitched, irritation warring with restraint and respect as she bit down scathing words.
“Put a little more effort behind the word joyous and someone may actually believe you possess enough emotion to be sarcastic.” She murmured lightly, her rebellious words giving her hesitant pause as her dark eyes fluttered to the ground in disbelief. She knew tugging upon his temper would not be well received and so she swiftly continued her voice suitably restrained. “I did not come to make you suffer, merely to escape the rain. I am sorry my presence does not bring you the joy you so ardently seek. Dispel the rain and I shall be gone.” Dark eyes drifted pointedly to the rain before lowering to the fire god before her. Electricity fizzled across her skin, rising with the fearful knowledge that she was playing with fire.
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