Zenshin thinks: I hope things go smoothly for you, Goro. I fear the consequences of your blood offering.
A ghastly, militant fellow tilts his head, as if not registering her words or language. He doesn't respond - merely giving her a final chance by pointing toward the exit. Otherwise, his hand should visibly glow a scarlet shade, as words are mumbled beneath his breath.

"Make your choice, or I will hang you by the ropes of your intestines."
Hiroyo walks out of the dark place saying, "Fine, You dont need a trained docter."
Hiroyo OOCs: (Free to go?
A ghastly, militant fellow OOCs: (yes)
The figure turns around, taking strides toward the nearest person. He grabs her in a restraining manner, forcing her forward to watch the sacrifice unfold. All done silently, and should she avoid or struggle, it would only make things worse. Her head aimed directly to watch the gore as blood is spilled into the basin.
(A ghastly, militant fellow)
The lithe, black-haired woman smirked, moving over to the blood of the basin and dipping her finger within it. When she places her bloodied index finger into her mouth, the incantations would follow after the inept 'pop'.
" Ocoros Mecante, Aleora Subsitos. Ocoros Mecante, Aleora Subsitos. Olo Santire, Dis Et Brav. Ocoros Mecante, Aleora Subsitos."

As the woman began extending a hand forward, Goro would find her very mind becoming an instrument of a secular force. Her mind would go flashing, bursting into bright lights and screeching sounds that could send her crippling. For the moments of the mind paralysis, if and when the Inuzuka opened her eyes, she would find the statue starting to shift. The woman with the golden staff approaches the statue while keeping her hand extended towards Goro to keep her in submission.

When it appeared that she finally reached her desired destination of the statue, she turns to the open space near her -- clearly the manifestation only seen to her.
"What would you have me do with her?" she asked it.

The lithe, black-haired woman has activated an ultimate perk: Nightmare Master!
A lithe lady stood there - motionless and wordless. No intentions of running were seen in her posture, regardless of the sudden hold keeping her situated. Bright eyes slid onto whoever dared to take hold of her, however they returned to what occurred before her. A ritual of some kind involving spilled blood and prayers. This simply felt like some kind of repeat, or gap in time where she had experienced this scene before. Lips pressed into a hardened line.
Inuzuka, Goro felt an ineffable screech rend its way across her mind, flashing in waves across her that sent her into a shaking, trembling heap on the ground.  Her breathing became a little more rapid, her head slowly rising.  Tehre were a few times she tried to open her eyes, found that she couldn't, and tried again.

The moment she had, though, a deep feeling of regret fell across her like a shadow, the statue before her beginning to shift in ways she couldn't have possibly thought of, melting away, shifting and melting again.

All of it was beginning to feel more and more like a neverending nightmare, that no matter how often she awoke it'd remain, its stalwart refusal to go away evidence of her own madness.  She could do nothing besides watch and observe what little could be seen, trapped where she was.

Once more, she'd felt helpless, her fate decided according to the whim's of another, paralyzed and rooted right to where she was.
The girl wouldn't wish to look at him. His presence so tainted and destructive that - it discourages her. They move with immense pressure around their immediate reach. Looking at him, was like looking in the face of death itself. He was no grunt, and he surely wasn't as easy as the woman ahead.

He'd bend her arm slightly, causing a wave of pain to bolt through her nerves. Eyes of his brighten, forcing her to face him.
     "You disgrace these grounds." he hushes. But each word of his spoken, comes with the sound of plenty voices. Almost as if he'd been subconsciously possessing the minds of the surrounding worshipers. They say all that he does, a strang synchronization that he possessed.

His free hand went to snatch at her own, aiming for the ring she wore.
(A ghastly, militant fellow)
A ghastly, militant fellow has activated a perk: Dreadful Presence!
The lithe, black-haired woman lifted a brow at the empty space she had been speaking to, nodding her head and lifted the golden staff, as well as her arm, forward.
 "Sacré sang du père. Sacré coeur de la mer. Donnez-moi, donnez-moi."

The hand that didn't wrap around her golden staff rose forward, pushing an arcane energy that would launch Goro backwards, several feet and onto her back. As the statue continued to radiate an energy, the woman now places herself in front of it, staring down at her and making a signal to the robed bystanders.
 "He does not think you deserve any knowledge from him. The two of you are to earn it."

She waited for her acolytes to move in.
The powerful youth stepped forward, rubbing their index finger and thumb together with a focused scrunch of the nose.

While the Night Mother stopped her mental straints on the woman, it would appear that Goro and the lithe lady would find some of them forced by the powerful youth and his incantations. A loud, screeching ringing was heard. Had it been true it could cause the bleeding the ears. While he began, the other seemed to follow right after.

"Ababbas dagoineh mateesah elunatan. Oshawas (or name of the target) melunaweh washaset zagoedan."
The robed witch says: Ababbas dagoineh mateesah elunatan. Oshawas (or name of the target) melunaweh washaset zagoedan.
The powerful youth OOCs: (ignore the ( )'s LOL)
The powerful youth OOCs: (hard 2 copy paste fakeness
Inuzuka, Goro OOCs: [rest in pieces]
The powerful youth OOCs: (i feel so odd for having theses websites open)
The powerful youth OOCs: (like who creates spells LOL)
A ghastly, militant fellow OOCs: (:dead:)
Zenshin OOCs: (haha)
The lithe, black-haired woman OOCs: (alguem br)
Digits flexed. As soon as brilliant sights set on his features, or what was outlined by dimmed candles, they snatched away at an instant. Her stomach churned in reaction; a clear-cut indicator that she was far outmatched. Beyond that, he stood on an entirely different level. Blood rested on the woman's hands, but him? This strange man had decades of bloodshed residing on his form. It could be smelled, seen, and merely felt by being in his general vicinity.

Shocks of agony coursed up a twisted limb. She felt twisted at his will, like puppet strings yanked at every movement. It hurt plenty and all she could consider was her children. They would be mortified if their mother came down to a knee by being jerked around. Those pangs of discomfort rattled the arm he pulled at nearly felled the female, yet Mumei stood stationary. Even if her last breath was drawn here, at that very moment, no one could say she wallowed on the stone flooring beneath them.

-- Out of instinct, her hand attempted to pull away from an invasive touch. That ring was worth more than any of their lives combined. And someone aiming to take it, no matter how much strength they bolstered, would reap the consequences all the same. But first, her fist clenched.

This happened to be the only reminder of Imari's existence.
(A lithe lady)
Inuzuka, Goro immediately felt herself being launched away, the arcanic push sending her careening through the air and back onto the hard floor with a resounding thud, almost like a simple ragdoll being tossed away.  She lay there, sprawled on her back, groaning.

"Can I at least know how I can earn it?" she mumbles, staring hard up at the ceiling.  Her vision blurs, her ears ringing inhumanly loudly as the chanting starts again, this time with more ferocity and intensity than ever before. Unlike prior, where it was while an intense headache somewhat endurable, this one could make her ears bleed.

So far, most of her blood remained in-tact save for the sacrifical amount given to the basin.  She did fear her ears would soon start bleeding, though as of the moment they hadn't quite started, though it certainly getting to that point. Gritting and clenching her teeth, she focused on the chanting, wondering what it meant, her mouth agape enough to let incoherent mumblings out.

Nothing more t han sounds, really, echoed out in purest response to the pain she was suffering.