Chapter #8A chapel by: Yote   The footprints lead you to the door of a building that sits in the center of the village. Unlike the other huts, this one is circular and made of stone and, as you push open the door and step inside, you spot rows of pews in the dim interior. Spaced around the walls are statues carved from wood. It's a chapel. It makes sense for your father to be here - if you want to contact a God, this is the place to be.
A single candle burns upon the altar at the rear of the chapel with what at first looks to be a figure wrapped of furs beside it, but as you approach it starts to look more like an animal. As you move closer still, you realise that you're only half-wrong. It is a cat-person on her knees before the altar, her hands clasped together, her head bowed and her eyes closed as she mutters a prayer beneath her breath. Her body is covered tip-to-toes with short, brown-and-cream coloured tortoiseshell fur. One and a half cat-like ears twitch atop her head; the right one looks to have been partly bitten away. There is the look of a stray animal about her - she has a thin, hungry build, the suggestion of wiry muscles beneath her fur, which hangs a little loose. Her only clothes are a hessian sack to protect her modesty, a frayed length of rope tightened around her slim waist as a belt. A tail growing from the base of her spine sticks out beneath the sack, lifting it so that you have a full view of her pert little buttocks.
She doesn't seem to have noticed your presence. You clear your throat with a quiet, "ahem."
"Jesus!" The cat-girl jumps a foot in the air, fur bristling all over her body, her tail poofed up like a loud. She relaxes a little when she sees you, her large, amber, left eye flicking over your Godly form. Her right eye is missing. A thick scar cuts across her face. Examining her closer, you see evidence of scars across the entire of her body - long, crisscrossing areas where the fur refuses to grow. Around her slender neck is a heavy iron collar and there are manacles on her wrists and ankles. "God, you scared me to death! Warn a guy before you sneak up on him next time, I don't know how many of my nine lives I've got left!" she gasps, clutching her heart. She has small breasts, her nipples obvious in the cold against the hessian sack. Beneath her breasts, a second pair of nipples pokes against the rough fabric, with two more pairs below those in a line down her torso.
"Dad, is that you?"
"Of course it's me!" she snaps back. "I've been praying hours for an admin. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable it is kneeling that long on a freezing cold stone floor?" she moans, rubbing life into her knees. "What kept you?"
"I do have a shop to run, you know. Remember, the one you left me to run on my own?" you retort. "You've no idea how busy it is up there."
"When the alert sounds, you're supposed to come check up on us immediately."
"I did." You wave a hand at the world. "You're in a sim running at x50 speed - no matter how fast I come, it's going to take me a few minutes," you state tersely. "Anyway the important thing is I'm here now. What's the problem?"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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