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Here's another bits of our long fantasy story featuring the Church of Trillia, text is from 
mephit1313 and picture is from great guy and artist Omutsu2 (as he's named on AbKingdom).
You can find the first bit of story here :
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2312702/
And some additional information about the story here (check the comments out) :
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1481060/
"This is how it works, Helm, I'm sorry. You're lucky that you're outside the vault at all. I know this is very hard for you, considering how things used to be, but I hope that you can come to terms with it."
Jai'ri was never one to waste words. When the lupine priestess spoke, it was for a reason, and generally important; enough so that even her outspoken paladin mate would pause to listen. Even when she was long of words, those words were purposeful, and today, in the well-groomed garden of Trillia's great temple within Talmirion's walls, her words were to encourage the bound enigmatic ward of the temple standing a couple of feet in front of her.
It was very hard, though, for the happy-go-lucky girl. She paused in her walk, turning her head to regard the robed wolf. Her eyes were drawn first to the hand-like paw holding the other end of a leash, one fixed securely to the back of her custom-fit straitjacket, the one that she'd been told she would likely wear for the rest of her life. There was an irony in the notion of a canid holding a leash for a human, but neither Helm nor really anyone who knew the brown-furred wolf would really consider that it could be any other way. But still, a leash... a means of control for animals that could not be trusted to remain close to their keepers. A keeper! How had it come to this, that she was held by these zealous watchers of the lost, the uncontrolled, those whose lust for life outstripped their means to control their own actions? And worse yet, as a blush formed upon her cheeks, she wondered why had she allowed it to happen?
It was not by accident that Jai'ri was holding it at chest level where Helm could see, and her sharp eyes kept close watch on her charge. Jai'ri had high hopes that the girl would learn to cope with life under restraint, and under careful control, but her task was to carry out her duties as a priestess of her temple, and do what was best for her charge, regardless of how much she would or would not care for what that meant.
"That may be how it works, but I still think that it's not necessary," the girl said at last, lifting her gaze to meet the guardian eye to eye, a blush forming upon her cheeks. "I could have run away before, you know, and I didn't. That's gotta count for something."
The wolf merely dipped her head in a slow nod. "It does, but you and I both know that you could go off, and do something that we'd both regret. This way, that just can't happen. We get to keep having these walks from time to time, instead of you having to stay inside your room."
She had a point, the priestess. The temple's deceptively large grounds were a thing to behold for those who walked them whether willingly or unwillingly. Lush green hedges and pruned trees lined a number of walking paths, though on this particular afternoon they were clear of any others; the guardian had seen to that before fetching Helm for her walk. Even the obvious signs of construction seemed to blend in, with the even lines of the hedges blending into the equally precise construction of the stone walls, those adorned with tapered pyramid-shaped steeples along the top of the walls, reaching skyward, and yet the feeling from gazing upon them was more one of being watched, protected.
On days like this, her wings were missed. In the past, these walls would have posed no obstacle; within mere moments she would have been able to dance among the clouds, race birds, dive at breakneck speed to fly along the ground or the smooth surface of a lake.
She sighed, trying to collect her thoughts. The main obstacle to creating a decent argument was that she wasn't quite sure what she thought about the situation. Some things were constant. She didn't like the leash. There were times she wanted to go back to her life of old. These things she knew. Unfortunately, beyond that, doubt lurked within every thought. Was she too dangerous? Did this somehow feel right? Meanwhile, here was this wolf, who never faltered in her beliefs. Beliefs not in terms of faith, as many who held her station were more devout, but belief in those who needed guarding, because they couldn't guard themselves. Conviction that went to her very core that what she did was right, and would bring the best for those in her care. Helm could hear it in her soft voice, and see it in her eyes each and every time they talked, and it was all but impossible to keep fighting against.
"Ready to keep going?" It was a simple technique the guardian had developed, to allow even a restrained charge to feel even the slightest bit empowered. Simple, but effective. "Yeah, I guess so," Helm answered, earning herself the slightest of smiles from the frequently quiet wolf, who nodded, while Helm turned to continue to walk the path before her.
mephit1313 and picture is from great guy and artist Omutsu2 (as he's named on AbKingdom).You can find the first bit of story here :
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2312702/
And some additional information about the story here (check the comments out) :
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/1481060/
"This is how it works, Helm, I'm sorry. You're lucky that you're outside the vault at all. I know this is very hard for you, considering how things used to be, but I hope that you can come to terms with it."
Jai'ri was never one to waste words. When the lupine priestess spoke, it was for a reason, and generally important; enough so that even her outspoken paladin mate would pause to listen. Even when she was long of words, those words were purposeful, and today, in the well-groomed garden of Trillia's great temple within Talmirion's walls, her words were to encourage the bound enigmatic ward of the temple standing a couple of feet in front of her.
It was very hard, though, for the happy-go-lucky girl. She paused in her walk, turning her head to regard the robed wolf. Her eyes were drawn first to the hand-like paw holding the other end of a leash, one fixed securely to the back of her custom-fit straitjacket, the one that she'd been told she would likely wear for the rest of her life. There was an irony in the notion of a canid holding a leash for a human, but neither Helm nor really anyone who knew the brown-furred wolf would really consider that it could be any other way. But still, a leash... a means of control for animals that could not be trusted to remain close to their keepers. A keeper! How had it come to this, that she was held by these zealous watchers of the lost, the uncontrolled, those whose lust for life outstripped their means to control their own actions? And worse yet, as a blush formed upon her cheeks, she wondered why had she allowed it to happen?
It was not by accident that Jai'ri was holding it at chest level where Helm could see, and her sharp eyes kept close watch on her charge. Jai'ri had high hopes that the girl would learn to cope with life under restraint, and under careful control, but her task was to carry out her duties as a priestess of her temple, and do what was best for her charge, regardless of how much she would or would not care for what that meant.
"That may be how it works, but I still think that it's not necessary," the girl said at last, lifting her gaze to meet the guardian eye to eye, a blush forming upon her cheeks. "I could have run away before, you know, and I didn't. That's gotta count for something."
The wolf merely dipped her head in a slow nod. "It does, but you and I both know that you could go off, and do something that we'd both regret. This way, that just can't happen. We get to keep having these walks from time to time, instead of you having to stay inside your room."
She had a point, the priestess. The temple's deceptively large grounds were a thing to behold for those who walked them whether willingly or unwillingly. Lush green hedges and pruned trees lined a number of walking paths, though on this particular afternoon they were clear of any others; the guardian had seen to that before fetching Helm for her walk. Even the obvious signs of construction seemed to blend in, with the even lines of the hedges blending into the equally precise construction of the stone walls, those adorned with tapered pyramid-shaped steeples along the top of the walls, reaching skyward, and yet the feeling from gazing upon them was more one of being watched, protected.
On days like this, her wings were missed. In the past, these walls would have posed no obstacle; within mere moments she would have been able to dance among the clouds, race birds, dive at breakneck speed to fly along the ground or the smooth surface of a lake.
She sighed, trying to collect her thoughts. The main obstacle to creating a decent argument was that she wasn't quite sure what she thought about the situation. Some things were constant. She didn't like the leash. There were times she wanted to go back to her life of old. These things she knew. Unfortunately, beyond that, doubt lurked within every thought. Was she too dangerous? Did this somehow feel right? Meanwhile, here was this wolf, who never faltered in her beliefs. Beliefs not in terms of faith, as many who held her station were more devout, but belief in those who needed guarding, because they couldn't guard themselves. Conviction that went to her very core that what she did was right, and would bring the best for those in her care. Helm could hear it in her soft voice, and see it in her eyes each and every time they talked, and it was all but impossible to keep fighting against.
"Ready to keep going?" It was a simple technique the guardian had developed, to allow even a restrained charge to feel even the slightest bit empowered. Simple, but effective. "Yeah, I guess so," Helm answered, earning herself the slightest of smiles from the frequently quiet wolf, who nodded, while Helm turned to continue to walk the path before her.
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I guess I understand now why people like my pictures with the little story blurbs as opposed to none. The story here really fleshes out an already great picture, and brings it to life. I actually really feel sorry for Helm, even though with her 'master's' interests...i doubt her fate will improve any time in the future. Tsk tsk tsk.
Amputated? Tell you what I think I'd rather be unstable or drug addicted or whatever and still retain my freedom than be a prisoner for life at a 'rehab' clinic run by a cult/religious group. But thats just me, still sounds like one interesting RP thats for sure. I've been rping for a few years now and I've never stumbled upon a storyline like this one I must say.
It's a bit more complicated than that, it's not really about being stuck there but more like staying next to the people who actually like her. :)
They weren't amputated either, but explaining what happened exactly would involve telling way too much for anyone to read it all :p
They weren't amputated either, but explaining what happened exactly would involve telling way too much for anyone to read it all :p
Rehab absolutely, but the number of complete recoveries is low. They are however quite adept at helping people come to terms with their limitations.
They do act with a sense of entitlement to perform their function; they are divinely tasked after all (or so they say). Since they make a lot of crazies and problems disappear, a lot of people who might call them into question will tend to look the other way.
They do act with a sense of entitlement to perform their function; they are divinely tasked after all (or so they say). Since they make a lot of crazies and problems disappear, a lot of people who might call them into question will tend to look the other way.
That's what it turns out being, sorta. There are many who call them into question, and not always without reason. While their cause may be altruistic at heart, once you get people involved, as with anything, sometimes bad things happen.
That said, most of our "marquee" characters are of strong moral fiber. In particular, Jai'ri here, the priestess, really is trying to look out for Helm and do what's best for her based both on her training as a priestess and as a generally good person.
That said, most of our "marquee" characters are of strong moral fiber. In particular, Jai'ri here, the priestess, really is trying to look out for Helm and do what's best for her based both on her training as a priestess and as a generally good person.
I see, and that does make sense. But what actions and things like that would determine if someone is sent to the asylum or just to prison? I mean aside from severe mental disease, I'm asuming not evering patient there was cracked right? I mean for instance in this picture she doesn't look crazy or anything, and neither did your character (asuming thats the skunk, sorry if I'm wrong), so what makes them so dangerous they have to spend the rest of there lives in the place, or is it sometimes punishment for past crimes?
Looks can be deceiving. And generally the way it works is that the followers in question have reason to go out and find the damaged/insane/troubled ones and bring them back. Quite often this saves them from the dungeon, and in a few cases, even the headsman's axe. In other cases, they manage to get people before they get a chance to cause trouble (and earn themselves that trip to the dungeon, the gallows, etc.).
In other words, it can be all of the above. Sometimes it's past deeds and sometimes it's saving them from hurting themselves or others.
If you're asking specifically about Helm here, yeah, she's very dangerous indeed. ;)
In other words, it can be all of the above. Sometimes it's past deeds and sometimes it's saving them from hurting themselves or others.
If you're asking specifically about Helm here, yeah, she's very dangerous indeed. ;)
...You read the whole text yet you didn't read the small disclaimer at the top saying it's been written by mephit1313 ?
mephit1313 ?
I Always come Back to this piece of Art. Every few months, for Like 7 years now. The facial Expressions perfectly combining with the quite kinky Scene wrapped Up in this oddly terrifying but beautiful Story Always makes me Wish i could Look at more parts of this, or read a continuation.
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