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The winds howl like wolves outside my home in the mountains. I have lived here since birth, raised by my mother who taught me the ways of the Pagan priestesses. She was a fierce and wild soul, and I am her legacy.
My name is Erne, and I am the priestess of thunder. I have spent years learning the ancient rituals and incantations that call upon the power of the storms. My breasts are full and round, my hair is long and uncut, and my body is strong from a life spent in these mountains.
I wear furs to keep warm in the cold climate, and my feet are bare as I walk among the rocks and trees. The air is thick with magic here, and I can feel it coursing through my veins like blood. My pubic hair is dense and untamed, a symbol of my connection to the primal forces that rule this land.
The temple where I live is ancient and weathered, its stones worn smooth by time and wind. It stands at the peak of a mountain, surrounded by towering peaks that seem to touch the sky itself. The view from here is breathtaking - on clear days, you can see for miles in every direction.
As I walk through the temple grounds, I feel the weight of my role upon me. I am the guardian of this sacred place, and it is my duty to keep its secrets safe. But when the storms come, I don't hide away - I dance with them
