"I don't understand men… a slightest disturbance and you give yourself up to intoxication. Knowing full well that it's just a feeble attempt at an escape. At least, if you want to feel lost, you should try something stronger."
A melodious voice interrupted Bloody Chariot's peace.
He looked at the woman with a deep frown on his face and the moment he did take a look, that frown is gone.
He went into a trance.
A woman approached him… she was wearing long while flowing robes, with a while silk veil covering her face. Her black muslin hair was let loose as it twirled slightly because of the wind. And even as she approached, he felt the faint smell of jasmine invade his mind.
It cleared the turmoil and suddenly gave him a sense of peace and calm that felt otherworldly.
Bloody Chariot shook his head and a deep sense of dread enveloped his heart.
He was lost… he was lost in a daze because of beauty…
