Post by Will S on Feb 17, 2010 10:30:41 GMT -8
Sitting over in the corner by Maya, Who had fallen asleep, Zephyrus had drawn a circle in the dust ridden ground. he had cleansed the area and had taken out a small shrine. This was a figure of a 10 armed woman riding a tiger. She had a different for each hand. The figure was small only standing about 4 inches or so. It was made of brass. Zephyrus opened the bottom of statue and inside was an insents holder. He slipped in a little cone. he then grabbed a lighter from the same bag. it was one of the everyday lighters one would use to smoke. He then lit the incent and got it going. It was a calming Indian temple sent hand crafted in India.
Zephyrus then put the incents into the little statue and smoke began to come out of the tigers mouth and from behind the statue. He began to say a prayer he had learned while in India. ( ruffly translated. " My lady Durga, May this battle be victorious, May the balance of life be restored, May my karma fulfill my darma."
Zephyrus chanted this over and over. the sound rhythmic as he let himself meditate over these thoughts. he was connecting with his mistress before the battle, so that if any thing should go wrong, she would be there with him.
Zephyrus then put the incents into the little statue and smoke began to come out of the tigers mouth and from behind the statue. He began to say a prayer he had learned while in India. ( ruffly translated. " My lady Durga, May this battle be victorious, May the balance of life be restored, May my karma fulfill my darma."
Zephyrus chanted this over and over. the sound rhythmic as he let himself meditate over these thoughts. he was connecting with his mistress before the battle, so that if any thing should go wrong, she would be there with him.
