Skyclad

[Morgan Le Fay]

((Closed to Falcier and Morgana. Set on the night of a full moon))

The moon was high over head, a perfect time and place for Morgana to make a sacrifice to the Triple Mother. The three goddess combined into one, maiden, mother and crone, of life and magic. She had built an altar out of rocks and decorated it with the Triple Spiral.
Tonight she would be sacrficing to the Crone to gain some of her wisdom and power, she was the most powerful of the three goddess.

Morgana lit several candles made of bee wax and set out her a stone chalice, a dagger, and a bottle of wine.
"Bandia, a Mháthair na Máthar" Morgana prayed kneeling in the middle of a pentacle drawn in the dirt, pouring the wine into the cup. Then slowly started undressing starting with her jewlery, then her shoes, then finally her dress and underclothes till she was completely nude under the moon. Her skin practically glowing blue in the light of the moon.
" ... a thabhairt dom an neart agus cumhacht a thabhairt duit agus beidh mé ag cibé bronntanais ón plain iarraidh ort le haghaidh. Gach bhfuil tú a dhéanamh ceisteanna a chur agus a bheidh tú recive."
She took the ritual knife and cut the palm of her hand, pouring her blood into the wine. And began praying her head tossed back to the full moon above.

((OOC: To anyone using a translator, she's speaking Gaelic, which on most translators is simply Irish, took me awhile to figure that out.))

[Dr. Facilier]

Full moons always made Facilier restless for some reason. The voodoo witchdoctor had been unable to force himself into sleep, instead feeling the need to walk around. Stepping outside of his tent and into the night, the man strolled casually out towards the woods surrounding the circus.

It was quiet out, save for the sounds of animals and wind rustling through the branches. It was very...refreshing. Reminded him of his time spent in the bayou as a youth. Taking a deep breath in through his nose, Facilier paused, closing his eyes as he took in the smells and sounds all around him.

Suddenly, there was a very different sort of sound in the air. Some strange chanting in a tongue he didn't know. Turning sharply in the direction he'd heard the noise, Facilier crept forward, pausing behind a tree at the sight of another silhouette. Raising an eyebrow, Facilier narrowed his eyes when he realized that it was a woman....a completely naked woman.

Well, this was new.

[Morgan Le Fay]

"Mhamó, a Mháthair Máithreacha líonadh dom le do chuid eolais, líonadh dom le do chumhacht. Tá mé do sheirbhíseach humble ceisteanna a chur agus beidh mé ag déanamh agat." Morgan chanted breathlessly arms over her head up to the moon. She took the dagger and once more cut open her palm, and let several drops of blood fall into it.
Then a small voice in the back of her head told her to pour the wine onto her nude body, it was an old womans voice. It told her, or rather made her feel that she would be rewarded for doing this."Then wait...let what happens happen. Do not resist."

Morgan picked up the chalice and getting up on the altar kneeling on it, poured the wine over her breasts letting it spill over her nude body and on the altar. Where it touched her it left a light red color. The wine felt warm when it poured down her nude body but soon she felt a chill as the cold night air touched her.

[Dr. Facilier]

Facilier raised an eyebrow as he silently watched the woman, watching as she poured the mixture of blood and wine over her nude body. It was somewhat...exciting for the man to watch, as the rising feeling in his pants was quickly telling him, but at the same time, it interested him in a different sort of way.

What was she doing, for starters? It looked like some kind of strange ceremony, perhaps something to do with religion. Not his own religion, obviously. This was a world of difference from Voodoo. But nonetheless, he was interested in it.

Taking a small step forward, the doctor hissed in a sharp breath when he accidentally stepped onto a twig, making a loud snap. So much for stealth.

[Morgan Le Fay]

Morgan's ears perked up at that, but dismissed it as a animal or another sound of the night. She was about to go back to her meditating/waiting when the Crones voice inside her said.
"No that is no animal...it's a man. And a powerful bokor at that, a voodoo sorcerer."

Morgan scanned the area around her still kneeling on the altar trying not to shiver from the fresh wine dripping from her body onto the altar and the ground bellow her. She could feel the mans eyes on her now that she knew he was there and wondered what his intentions were. Then the Crone spoke once again.
"Pour the wine on yourself once more..and pray The Spell of Lust." The Crones voice said.

Morgan did as the Crone commanded pouring more wine in the chalice and then onto her self, letting it run down her breasts, stomache, thighs, and legs. While she did so she chanted in a quiet but seductive voice. Her voice full of an un-fullfiled lust and burning desire. All the while wondering what The Goddess had planned for her and this unseen bokor.
"Lig an duine seo sruthán dom.
Mhian liom.
Lig an duine seo le haghaidh paisean sruthán dom!
Lig an lust thagann as an spiorad agus iad a iontráil.
Lig dom mian leo mar go bhfuil rud ar bith déanta ag teastáil roimh.
O spiorad an aer, lig dóibh sruthán le fonn do dom. "

She paused, feeling his prescence was still there. She cleared her throat hoarse from chanting.
"You might as well come out, bokor, I know you're there." Morgana said. Her accent a mixture of Gaelic-Irish and Northern British. It sounded musical and wild all at the same time.

[Dr. Facilier]

Facilier watched the woman carefully, a strange sensation coming over him as he watched the wine poor over her body, covering the pale skin with a thin, liquid redness. As she began to chant once again in that strange tongue, a very different sensation started to occur. The doctor's eyes dilated in want, his breath picking up in his throat as he watched the woman. She was gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous, in fact...he wanted her. Badly.

At her words, however, the Shadowman stopped. Should he follow his common sense, and disappear back into the darkness? Or should he follow his bare instincts and move closer to this strange, intoxicating temptress in hopes of obtaining what his body was aching for?

Bare instincts won out. Cautiously, the voodoo master moved from his place behind a tree, slowly making himself visible and closer to the woman. She had to be a witch. If her actions didn't make that plain to see, her very scent seemed to warn the witch doctor of what she was. Witches were usually bad news...but then again, so were voodoo witch doctors.

"Do I know you, ma'am?" Facilier asked slowly, raising an eyebrow as he looked into her eyes. "Not sure if I've seen many witches 'round these here parts before."

[Morgan Le Fay]

"No, you don't. But you may have heard of me...through passing perhapse."
Morgan said moving into a sitting position on the altar as he came out of the woods. Crossing her legs carefully so he could not see what was between them and leaning a bit backwards on her arms. She was acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, as if every night she would converse nude in the woods with strange voodoo witch doctors.

"And I don't believe I know you either, sir." She said looking him in his eyes. Failcier's eyes, purple like her own only a shade or two darker, was the first thing she noticed about him. A mark of a Dark Magic user. Then she noticed how skinny he was...then how very very tight his pants seemed in the front.
"Or are there plenty of practitioners of Vodun in these parts and I have yet to notice them?"

[Dr. Facilier]

"Fortunately no, darling," Facilier chuckled, dusting off his hands on his pants. Oddly enough, they were sweating. He had to force himself to meet her gaze, instead of letting his eyes wander away from her eyes.

"A tip of the hat from Dr. Facilier," he grinned, giving a small bow and removing his large top hat to reveal a tangled mess of hair on top of his head. Placing it back, he gave her a charismatic look, one that always made the ladies of New Orleans go a little weak in the knees. "How y'all doin'?"

Looking over her altar and surrounding items of worship, he raise an eyebrow, then added, "Though I s'pose the better question would be what are you doin'."

[Morgan Le Fay]

Although she didn't go weak in the knees Morgan did smirk a little at the lustful charming look he was giving her.
"I'm offering up a sacrifice to The Morrigan, Doctor." She said sitting up to face him. "I give them food, wine, and anything else they ask for. And in return I recieve instructions, their wisdom, and a tast of their power. All of which will help me in my work and life."
She leaned a bit back again, spreading her torso out so he could get a good long look at her taut flat stomache and full breasts.
"And I've yet to introduce myself. They call me Morgan Le Fay, pleased to make your accquintence."