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h4.[Comm] Before the Altar

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This is another piece that fully embraces homage. I might have changed my painting approach a little this time (maybe?)

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For years, the Matriarch was the one who selected the young females to be sacrificed to the God. She had ruled through the cold administration of death, but today, her tribe finally turned. Her warriors seized her, deciding that she would be the one to pay the price tonight.
They stripped her of her clothes, preparing her naked body to be the very offering she had once demanded of others.
The Matriarch was marched toward the Great Wall, after the preparing of ritual, she bound between the pillars, then the Great Gates swung shut with a thunderous, bone-shaking thud, and the heavy wooden crossbar dropped back into place, sealing her fate.
High above, the new Chief and the tribe remained on top of the wall, looking down at her like spectators. Suddenly, they began a rhythmic, guttural chant that echoed off the stone, calling out to the darkness beyond the trees.
She was left alone and nude, a defenseless offering bound to the pillars. Her skin was exposed to the humid night air, and she stood as a pale, unprotected mark against the stone.
The rhythmic tremors grew stronger, vibrating through the stone pillars and deep into the Matriarch’s bones. Then, the sounds of the jungle changed.
Beyond the clearing, the deep, impenetrable green began to groan. There was a sudden, violent CRACK—the sound of trees snapping like a dry twig.
The Matriarch’s breath came in sharp, frantic gasps. She twisted her arms violently, the rough hemp biting into her skin as she tried to wrench her wrists free, but the ropes kept her wrists firmly pinned to the stone rings.
The ground beneath her feet buckled and shook. A final, deafening roar erupted, and then, a sudden, terrifying silence fell.

She looked up, frozen, as the massive shadow of the beast loomed over the altar and stopped right in front of her.
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