zion submission, the new sickle doll
A Sickle doll, a Myrhian secret that many know of, but still goes unspoken. The pain ebbs from the wounds inflicted on these poor souls to feed the power of the city, and more directly, it's clergy. A common sickle doll would be made to wait in sadistic dungeons for weeks, the sensory and nutrient deprivation allowing for the easier transfer of life energy in sickle moon rituals. No one speaks of it, for fear of becoming the next "fertilizer". This story follows the story of one such poor soul, a young red fox, by the name of Zeke. His world is, at the moment completely black, blindfolded and chained up in the dungeon, ready to feed his master's sadistic desires. The dark room does not provide any light, even if he were to free his eyes from their shroud, the fox wouldn't be able to see his paw in front of his nose. There was a sharp jingling, drawing a gasp of surprise from the freshly inducted little cub doll. His parents had been in a terrible caravan accident a few weeks ago, leaving the ten year old fox an orphan. With nowhere left to turn, he turned to the church, who offered safe haven... but for a price. The metal door swings open, and a dim glow pierces through the cloth of the blindfold as an unknown priest begins lighting candles one by one, calling for the moon mother's blessing and forgiveness. The timid fox begins to squirm a bit, his tail tucked between his thin legs. All the fox can do is whimper through the heavy cloth gag also attached, tied behind his head. The only piece of clothing that this doll has to keep modesty is a small, loose loincloth over his cub groin. The priest places a paw gently on the cheek of the cub, softly shushing the little one. "do not resist.... It only makes the process more difficult" a soft, almost caring voice says into the little one's ear. The fox forces himself to relax, laying in the restraints. A little flash of light and the blindfold is off, his eyes adjusting to the dim candle light from the absolute darkness. "you have chosen to take sanctuary in this church... in return you will be a sickle doll unless the clergy deems you worthy of joining their ranks.... This you already know....." the voice says, the fox's eyes snapping to a light grey wolf, looking around eighteen years old. "I will be the one to break you in... the process will hurt... but remember, you are doing this for the great moon mother's city... and you will be rewarded, in this life and the next..." the wolf says, with a practiced chime as he reaches into a metal chest, pulling out a long riding crop, something one might expect to find on a ranch for feral horses. "let's begin" the wolf says softly, almost apologetically, before stepping towards the young cub.