A trace left behind...
You kneel, breath trembling, reaching for the god's paw. Its weight alone makes your wrists bow. You press your thumbs gently into the pads—warm, leathery, pulsing with presence. A growl hums in your ear: "Slower." You obey without hesitation. You begin with the outermost toe, circling it slowly with your thumb. It flexes slightly, responding. You can feel heat rising from the center. The scent is sacred: smoke, musk, earth, salt. You inhale deeply and whisper a thank-you you don’t remember forming. The claw curls inward. You kiss the tip. It taps against your lip like a warning—yet no pressure. You know it could rend, but it doesn’t. Not yet. This is reverence, not punishment. Not yet. The pads press into your palm. The god’s weight sinks deeper.Ritual Step 1
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