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The stormy winds howl through the mountains like a chorus of restless spirits. I am Erne, a pagan priestess devoted to the mighty Thunder Mother who rules the skies with her wrathful power and fierce beauty. My days are spent communing with the ancient deities that reside within these sacred peaks, my nights filled with rituals and incantations that call forth their might.
The thunder drum echoes through my temples, summoning me to perform my duties as a priestess. I adorn myself in tattered furs and bone jewelry, symbols of my connection to the wild and untamed forces that shape our world. My large breasts swing with each step as I move through the mist-shrouded halls, leading my followers in their sacred dance beneath the storm-lit skies.
Tonight, under the light of the full moon, we gather for a rite of passage – a celebration of life's cycles and the eternal balance between order and chaos. As I spread my legs upon this ancient stone altar, I am one with the primordial forces that birthed our world from chaos and darkness. The air is charged with energy, waiting to be unleashed as we call forth the Thunder Mother's sacred power.
