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Loving life

Loka, the local cleric for The Woman on The Beach, would be strolling along this beautiful sandy shore. Her toes digging into the loose sand with each step as she listens to the tide, watching and listening for anything that didn’t belong on her Angel’s beach. She’d have little clothing too speak of, only covering her privates to not be too off putting to the people of the village. Her skin tanned perfectly beneath the constant blazing sun as a result. As she walks she’d notice a man she and the Angel had spoken to on many occasions. She approaches him with a growing smile until she invites herself to sit down right beside him. Her shou

Jadzia would not resist at first, watching him take her hands and bind them with mild confusion on her otherwise placid face. She would look up at him and try to pull away once it was too late, tugging against the bindings fruitlessly. “What? Why does you intuition say to take an innocent witch hostage? A-and a pretty one at that!” She says with growing distress. She would make tying the ropes very difficult and just when he finishes getting her elbows touching she thrashes especially hard but just whimpers when she can’t break the rope. She doesn’t resist as hard as she probably could, her surface level relationship with this man enoug

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