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An odd mix to his title, something you had always found peculiar of him. He looked exactly like the paintings in the hallway. He adorned a linen shendyt1 around his waist, pure black. With it was the heavy necklace of golden jewelry and the bracelets around his wrists and ankles. His muscles were defined and he looked intimidating to the eyes. His skin was perfectly tanned, and even though you could not see his face- because of the golden tiger mask he wore- but he had a sharp jawline. In all, the man in front of you was the embodiment of perfection. You would lie if you weren't blushing like all the women present in the room.
"Ah, Chosen One, come closer" The priest called you over, and you reluctantly walked towards him. From a closer perspective, you notice the god was still and small snores came from him, barely hearable. However, you were broken out from your staring when you felt a piercing grip on your arm.
"Behave." The voice of the priest whispered in your ear, and you pulled away immediately with disdain. Unaware to you both, the god had noticed this behaviour and observed you from under his mask.
"My God, what a bliss to have you ascend the heavens for your followers. But where are my manners" The man pushed you closer, forcing you to sit down on a seat close to the tiger masked man. "Please let me give you the honor to introduce our most prestigious beauty, our Chosen One" He grabbed your face and faced you forward, your eyes meeting with the death stares of the tiger's. "Breathtaking, isn't she ?"
The grip was painful and you were tempted to pull away. Your eyes still search the god's. After a long wait, your face was grabbed- gently- from the priest's hold by the strong being. Just then, you notice his eyes in the shadow of his mask, dark pupils staring at you intensely. The pressure was greater than anything you have ever experienced, and you gulped.
Suddenly, he let go. You instinctively rubbed your face, sore from earlier hold.
"What are you expecting me to say ?"
The God spoke, his tone low and sleepy. It had caught you and the priest off at such a reaction. It was always natural that men seem to fall head over heels by the simple presence of your face. Then again, you thought, he is a God. Beauty must be something he sees everyday.
"I'm sorry, my God, but I don't seem to understand what you are saying-
He was interrupted by the Tiger God yawning loudly. You nearly choked on your food from the priest's dumbfounded face. The God noticed your puffy cheeks and shaking shoulders, which he found amusing and the smallest smile graced his lips.
