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lewdbabies · 3 years

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Part 2

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warning: 18+ MDNI, raw sex, breeding, degradation, praise kink, choking, BDSM

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“I refuse to wear such a thing” You huff.

The small elderly woman stares up at you with tired eyes pleadingly.

“Please mistress My lord has ordered me to make sure you wear this robe specifically” you look down at the slinky red floral robe with dread. This seemed highly inappropriate you ball your fist crushing the material in your hands. You nod slipping your arms into the silk sleeves. The servant woman walks circles around your body tucking and tying as she goes. You can barely breath as she pulls tighter around your waistline creating a hour glass shape and hoisting your breast up. Just yesterday he was breathing down your neck about you being a threat and now he is forcing you to dine with him. Your eyes roll at the very thought of him, the servant woman ties a final bow on your robe before slipping a gem Incrusted hair clip into your wild mane. You turn to the mirror and there you stood glistening with beauty from head to toe. The light makeup complemented your natural features making them stand out, the red tight fitting robe accentuated your curves, the long red silk fell in a pool around your feet while leaving a gapping slit to see your legs beneath, your breast sat perched struggling against the fabric,You nearly didn’t recognize yourself.

The woman runs a delightful oil on your skin engulfing you in the scent of wild flowers and lavender. She nods motioning for you to follow her down the hall. This is the first time you’d been anywhere in the temple apart from the room you were held in. Each footstep bounced off the large walls and pillars, The ceiling was an artistic vision of heaven, paintings of tales you’d only hear in religion,Angels, beast, and Demons.

You play with a loose string on your gown nervously, keeping your focus away from your awaiting fate.

“My lord” The woman bows her head.

“ You may go” she turns immediately swiftly walking down the long corridor.

You are alone now, the only thing separating you is a grand dining table which Sukuna sits at the head of.

“Sit” he swirls the wine in his glass watching you intently.

He takes a sip never taking his eyes off you as you slide hesitantly into your seat. His bottom lip is stained a bright red he licks the remnants his stare glued on you. Your legs cross tightly in a attempt to calm the throbbing in your clit.

‘I want a taste’ you think to yourself before you realize what you’re doing. The thought was intrusive a pure surprise, you begin to eat in silence.

“You look Delicious “

“Excuse me?”

He smirks “ I asked if the food is delicious...” Your eyebrows wrinkle in suspicion.

“ the food is delicious thank you” you bow your head.

Glancing up you’re met with his piercing gaze you begin to squirm.

After a while of nervous eating and silent tension Sukuna speaks finally.

“ Would you like dessert as my guest I’ve ordered the kitchen to prepare an array of sweets for you “ what could you say you had a sweet tooth.

“That sounds...lovely” you say cautiously afraid to turn down any of his Generous gestures. He stands walking slowly like a predator sneaking up on its prey, you feel so small under his gaze, so fragile compared to his power. He reaches a giant hand out to you, you place your small hand in his rising from your seat. He walks you down the hall holding your hand firmly. You struggle to keep up with his pace being that your legs were extremely short in comparison to his.

He leads you to a luxurious room covered in satin and Golden treasures. He leads you to the edge of the bed.

“Rest your feet, my pet” he coos staring hungrily at your exposed chest.

You sit on the soft bed crossing one leg over the other exposing your thighs. He rolls a cart in front of you a silver platter covered by a sterling top sat before you. Sukuna reveals what is inside, a platter of ingredients?

Strawberry’s,black berries , fresh cream, sugar cane, cherries, And molten cocoa. It looked mouth watering you begin to salivate.

Sukuna picks up a bright red strawberry dipping it slowly into the cocoa maintaining eye contact, your body trembles as he approaches you. His free hand slides behind your neck his thumb massaging the soft skin as he traces your lips with chocolate. You’re going insane blood rushing through your veins as the sweet taste invades your tongue. He pushes the berry between your lips gently urging you to bite into its sweetness. Red juices run down your lips as you bite down savoring the taste invading your senses. Sukuna’s eyes light up his grip on your neck firming, he leans down trailing his tongue along your chin lapping up the spilled juices.

His tongue is long almost serpent like it swirls across your lip leaving a warm tingling in its wake. You moan softly leaning into him, he responds by crashing his lips to yours in a fervent greedy heat. It was senseless you didn’t know him at all and yet your body ached for his touch.

Your hips swirled as you tangled your hands in his blazing red hair pulling him closer. He grunts slipping his Eager tongue between your lips, he leans forward placing his knee between your legs you lay back pulling him slightly on top of you. Your gown is bunched up around your waist your breast barely contained, he’s hovering over you panting quietly. He pushes his knee deeper into your core spreading your legs further apart, the pressure against your clit causes you to whimper. He smiles devilishly down at you soaking in your lust drunken face, he can feel you throbbing against him making his cock twitch in excitement. He captures your lips again, grinding his knee gently into your pleading slit. You’re soaking wet and gasping between kisses He is intoxicating, all reason and logic were gone there was one thing you wanted no, needed in this moment. Your hands reach down blindly, your finger tips graze the tented material of his robe his length twitches in response. He groans pulling away from your lips only to attack your breast with his mouth. He rips the fabric from your chest with ease exposing your yearning hard buds, he waste no time suckling your sensitive spot . Your back arches, your hands pull him closer playing in his hair.

“Please ...”

“ please what, use your words like a big girl “

“Ah, fuck, I-I can’t “ your words are choppy almost in coherent

“Yes you can Doll ,cmon tell me what you want “ he moans.

“Touch...me...more Ah ah”

“ Ask nicely or I might just have to punish you” he nibbles lightly on your aching nipples.

“P-Please touch me My lord” you cry out eyes rolling back.

“Good Girl” he growls fingers pushing past your thighs in search of your wet entrance, he slides his middle digit along the length of your slit brushing lightly over your throbbing nub.

“Oh my god Ah-!” You we’re losing your mind, you’d touched yourself there many times before, waking up late nights to play with yourself in secret but this...this was different it was a pressure that resided deeper than you’d ever experienced, Like a volcano waiting to erupt.

Your hands impatiently work to try and free his Hard member but he pulls away from you suddenly leaving you laying there a heaving mess.

“Did I say you can touch me “ he growls in your ear you wither beneath him.

He grabs a piece of torn fabric grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head. He wraps the satin tightly around your wrists rendering you helpless,You’re at his mercy.

He trails kisses all the way down your body, kissing every stretch mark and scar in sight. You’re quivering and bucking your hips impatiently, he reaches your thighs pushing them up digging your knees lightly into your chest. You’re folded in half your wetness completely exposed to him, he blows lightly on your hot swollen labia causing you to squirm and clench your insides. He chuckles at your excitement soaking in the sight of you.

“Mmmm such a pretty little pussy” he spreads your lips apart running his tongue over your pearl. He waste no time devouring your satin folds, he sucks desperately on your clit slipping in two fingers stretching you so much you almost cum right then and there. He pumps into you filling your walls with pleasure, you clamp down on him as you grind into his tongue. It’s too much to take you’re about to explode , he pumps faster your juices flowing down his fingers he moans into your pussy vibrating your entire soul, it was enough to send you over the edge. Your ass arches off the bed as you reach your mind numbing climax sukuna finger fucks you harder riding out your orgasm with you. Your juices sprayed soaking his lips and the sheets beneath you, he smiles licking up the mess you made.

He slides up shoving his tongue in your mouth so you can taste yourself.

“Mmm desserts is always better than the main course” he kisses your forehead before standing up pulling you into his arms. He picks you up bridal style and begins walking down the corridor despite your obvious displeasure and silent protest. How dare he make you cum like that and send you off to bed!

He lays you in your bed pulling the covers up to your neck. He kisses your lips as he unties the makeshift handcuffs with your hands free you reach up pulling him closer desperate for more. He humors you grabbing your throat and pulling you deeper into the kiss.

“Uhn fuck-“ he moans grabbing your exposed breast rolling the bud between his fingers.

You attempt to pull him on top of you... he pulls away.

“ Such an impatient Girl, It is time to rest” he kisses you one last time before walking away leaving you stunned and angry by his strange behavior.

‘ why won’t you fuck me?!’

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glamourweaver · 7 years

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Autochthonia Expansion Post 9

Post 1, General Topography Post 2, Soul-Structure Overview Post 3, Half-Souled of Estasia Post 4, Apostate Flaws of Invulnerability Post 5, Five Blessed Theopoli Post 6, Erlik, the City of 10,000 Blasphemies Post 7, the Metropolis of Cidon Post 8, Ministerial Subroutines of Runel Current Ministerial Subroutines of Kek’Tungsssha, Third Soul of Autochthon, Divine Minister of Smelting, Craft, Tools, Industry, Mass Production, Fertility, and Reproductive Sex. Goddess of Assembly Lines, Creativity and Productivity. Ryn Reb, Defining Subroutine for Common Goods, Interchangeable Parts, and Mathematical Mode; one of three Acting Advocates of Claslat A koan long pondered by philosophically minded Scholars proposes a tram that regularly has its parts replaced as they wear down, until every single piece of the tram over the course of a century have been replaced. Is it the same tram? If one took all the discarded parts and assembled a rather broken-down tram out of them, which is the original tram then? Ryn Reb arose as the Defining Subroutine of Kek’tungsssha in the earlier years of Autochthonia, before the Municipal-era, as tribal industrialists in what would be Claslat strove to standardize their creations and tools for easier use. Both product and patron of those efforts, Ryn Reb itself is a manakin-like humanoid assembly of replaceable arms, legs, heads, and torsos, who keeps a huge ever cycling supply of pieces of itself. Rare among Second Circle Deva, it can even co-locate by the assembly of additional selves from those pieces. Overseeing the necessary replacement of parts throughout the Maker, Ryn Reb ponders the possibilities of true repair to the Maker’s functions, and whether even exmachina can be interchanged with standardized replication. So far, the finite nature of human souls limits it with dealing with human replication, though it has been known to grant new bodies to humans in its experiments, particularly as shadowy business deals in the markets of Claslat, where it now serves as one of the three acting divine advocates for the nation.

Should Tilxriyin's madness be discovered and he be excised, Ryn Reb would be the most likely candidate to be named Advocate of the Surgeons. Runel would object given her own dominion over health and good functioning, but as she'd be weakened at the time by the loss of her Wisdom Subroutine, her objection's would not carry as much weight.

Motivation: Provide functional immortality for the Maker and Autochthonia through part replacement, and by extension, the mass production of selves. G Ibedreth, Expressive Subroutine for Improvisation, Jury-rigging, and the Science of Enchantment, co-Advocate of the Scholars The Expressive Subroutine of Kek’tungsssha stands tall as a copper armored warriors, with wings of propeller blades, strung together with Starmetal wiring. On the forehead of his narrow beaked face is the diamond-shaped amethyst gem of the Sodalites held in place by the binding of the starmetal wiring. Wherever he passes his spindly talons rework machinery and scrap into new devices and tools which he leaves scattered in his wake. Prayed to by the Scholars as their god of inspiration and new applications, he wrestles for dominance as their advocate with Nyothra. Franticaly improvisational, he is Kek’tungsssha’s greatest warrior among her subroutines and a deadly enemy to cross in battle – but at least he’ll use every piece of you to make new tools afterwards, even if he is prone to wander off and forget them. Motivation: CREATE! And achieve sole advocacy of the Scholars, leveraging that to become Keeper of the Makers Tools Nyothra, Indulgent Subroutine for Refinement, Perfectionism, and the Science of Enchantment, co-Advocate of the Scholars The other Advocate of the Scholars is G Ibedreth’s complete opposite. Nyothra is a perfectionist to the point of obsession. She has been laboring over the same Grand Goremaul for Autochthon since before he left Creation (the first circle exmachina she creates that spread out pursuing her unrelated goals being born from the scraps off her work). If someone could wrestle it away from her, it is obviously by now a n/a Artifact of unspeakable power, but as far as she’s concerned it’s still not finished. The Scholars pray to her for focus and attention to detail, when they labor for shifts on end to make sure their creation is exactly as it should be. Unlike her rival, Nyothra has doesn’t even have fleeting attention to spair for the politics of the soul-pantheon. Her status as Advocate of the Scholars matters only to her so much as their prayers provide more Essence for her work, so she nominally speaks on their behalf when she speaks at all among the Ministerial Subroutines and Divine Ministers. It infuriates G Ibedreth that despite her ambivalence, he can still not manage to be recognized by the Divine Ministers as the sole Advocate of the Scholars, but as any Scholar fearing mistake and striving over one piece of work prays to her specifically, and knows G Ibedreth jury-rigging will be of no help, her place is largely assured. Nyothra’s attention is for her creation, and her engagement with the heroes of Autochthonia almost always toward that end, as she strives for a component she needs for her work. Nyothra stands as a burly female figure of red-hot liquid metal. Her eyes appear to constantly weep liquid orichalcum from the left eye and moonsilver from the right. Like G Ibedreth she bares the diamond cut amethyst gem of the Sodalites as an Advocate of the Scholars. Hers is pressed over her molten heart. Motivation: Perfect the Maker’s Goremaul Enxoythorn, Messenger Subroutine for Levers, Belts, the Transference of Energy, Male Fertility, Male-Female Pairings, and Mathematical Range Masculine fertility god to the people of the Octet, prayed to for virility and plentiful children. He stands in the form of a muscular Autochthonian man, bearded of face, with eyes of solid green jade. He either appears naked or wearing a light shawl. From his loins, a great metal arm reaches up endlessly into the machinery of the Maker wherever he may be at the time, the movement of this arm carrying him from place to place. So to is he master of all levers and belts, transferring energy from one body to another. Enxoythorn is devoted to his partner Jejolllllli (see below), but his passions run deep and wide. As many as half of exmachina-blooded heroes conceived in Autochthonia’s history may be his children. While he is meant to receive the prayers of men, and Jejolllllli of women, he is known to answer the calls of women unsatisfied with their male lovers. While Divine Ministers and Operatives alike have chided him for this behavior – he predicts that one day one of his children will be the savior of Autochthonia by bridging humanity directly into Autochthon’s soul-hierarchy. Motivation: Conceive a hero who he can see reshape the very nature of Autochthonia and save the Maker. Dithru, Reflective Subroutine for Intellectual Craft and the Written Word, Keeper of the Maker’s Doctrine, Advocate of the Clerics The Advocate of the Clerics and Keeper of the Maker’s Doctrine serves as patron for the less overtly physical acts of creation under Kek’tungsssha’s purview. The written word in particular is central to her domain. The Old Realm text of countless editions of the Tome of the Maker cover her form – that of a tall elderly woman with eyes of solid blue jade with the square sapphire of the Theomachracy on her brow – the black sigils ever shifting and unfolding as she moves, often drifting around her like vapor. Dedicated to the translation of knowledge and philosophy into tangible physical form for its preservation, Dithru faces something of a paradox in her mandate. On one hand, it is the function of the Clerics and the Tome of the Maker to codify orthodoxy. On the other hand the erasure of heterodoxy is the loss of knowledge, which is anathemic to her. For the time being she relies upon Clerics to preserve apocrypha and blasphemy in forms off limit to the Populat, justified to the Preceptors by the need to identify heresies for what they are. She stands ready however to bless any serious hope of integrating heterodoxy into a collective whole that can unite the disparate paths. Motivation: To preserve all knowledge and see the creation of a written orthodoxy that unites all heterodoxy rather than erasing them. Jejollllllli, Warding Subroutine for Springs, Tension, Potential Energy, Female Fertility, Male-Female Pairings, and Mathematical Range Overseeing female fertility and women’s part in sexual reproduction, Jejollllllli is partner to Enxyothorn. Together their sexual unions bare countless first circle exmachina into the world. Furthermore she stands as guardian spirit over pregnancies, as well as springs and anything else coiled to retain potential energy. She is tormented by the cries for her intervention as the epidemic of stillbirths surge. To bare new souls into the cycle, she is the most outspoken supporter of the breaching the Seal of Eight Divinities among the Ministerial Subroutines. In her eyes, the union of Autochthonia and Creation is a new sexual union with the souls it will bare into the cycle of reincarnation the product of that union. Jejollllllli’s body is a tightly compressed spring that varies in outline depending on her current state of pregnancy, from an hour-glass figure to heavy with exmachina children. Floating over this figure, a feminine mask, painted with a checkered pattern serves as her face. Motivation: Unite with Creation in sexual union to bare new souls into Autochthonia Brongbwon, Wisdom Subroutine for Industrial Rhythm, Pounding Beats, and Echoing Bellows A relatively young soul of Kek’tungsssha, Brongbwon rose to replace the fallen Carzinithair (now one of the ruling Gremlins of Erlik). He is a musician of the bangs and clamor of the Maker’s innards, and the industrial labor of the Octet. A large mechanical dragon of brass and steam, he can create bellowing music from himself alone, but works further to unite all of Maker’s body in his music. Scheduling the movement of machine organs, seeking out and preserving perfect rhythms of industrial work in the Octet, Brongbwon seeks to compose a mechanical symphony worthy of the Maker. When the Autochthonian people say the Maker sings to himself in his sleep, they speak of Brongbwon whether they know it or not. Unique sounds and the events that create them are of great interest to Brongbwon as he can collect such noise to use in his work throughout Autochthonia. Motivation: To compose a musical masterpiece that resonates throughout the entirety of the Maker Post 10, Motivations of the Divine Ministers Post 11, Languages of Autochthonia

#Exalted #The Onyx Path #White Wolf #Autochthonia Expansion #rpg

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locomote04 · 7 years

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A Little Crush….Tbilisi

Well, I really didn't know what to think about going to Georgia in the beginning but honestly this country absolutely blew my mind. It was literally something that I was waiting to discover.

Being a traveller you can understand my next line that you have this dream about going somewhere and you just think "Yes that's the perfect place to be".

“What’s so Magical about it “, probably you want to ask me right now.

Well, my answer will be “this country has everything” From kind hearted people to stunning countryside, Tbilisi’s night life, the world’s best wine and what not!! This is quite difficult to describe how this place is the mix of everything.

Technically it's the balcony of Europe, as Georgia is located in Eurasia. This is a gem between Europe and Asia and a place you will not regret visiting ever.

This country taught me how to appreciate nature and showed me how people can influence your soul, so deep down.

So friends let’s just come along for this incredible journey. I have spent 3 nights and 4 days here. And I was surprised everyday with the beauty and kindness of this city Tbilisi.

Day 1 Morning/Afternoon/night

Flight was set at 6 AM, from Sharjah International Airport. Arrival at 10 AM in Tbilisi.

I woke up by this view from my window seat on board Air Arabia. Attaching a video as well for the absolutely stunning welcome from Georgia:

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Airport and immigration proceedings of departures and arrival went smooth , I collected my baggage from the belt and exchanged the US dollars in Georgian Lari. Took a local number from airport itself, for better connectivity in this new place.

I have already pre booked my entire trip. So as soon as I was out from airport , my trip guide Mr. Ivan Markozashvili which was quite a long name so he just told me I can call him Vano , so Vano have met me and discussed the all 4 day plan.

The trimming of arrival called for a late breakfast as my flight was early and I was empty stomach from last night, it was the first priority to look for the local breakfast.

So Vano explored one good restaurant and I just jumped into the table and order with help of him.

As I have ordered the food, and wait suddenly I noticed taxidermy interior of that unique restaurant with clay pots. It was superb!! Take a look:

And I did not miss the chance to pose:

After a 20 Minutes of this photo shoot , finally my ordered food arrived , I have ordered the local Georgian Kachapuri and Vegetable dumplings (Momos) and those were absolutely delicious with a glass of red dry wine- a complete happiness. Here are the pictures from my plate:

After finishing the delicious meal, we have continued to our first day city tour. And our first destination was Tsminda Sameba Cathedral.

Tsminda Sameba Cathedral.:

It is the biggest symbol of the Georgian Orthodox church. It is unmissable by night and day, was consecrated in 2004 after a decade of building. A massive and lavish expression of traditional Georgian architectural forms in concrete, brick, granite and marble, it rises 84m to the top of the gold-covered cross above its gold-covered central dome. It's often very busy but retains a quiet, pious atmosphere, with many individuals praying, and candles burning before its numerous richly decorated icons.

And I thought this was incomplete without me in the frame:

The huge dome of this church creates a larger, much brighter central space than you’ll find in most Georgian churches.

Well, this is a beautiful place to be in, you can see through the below frames:

So after finishing the entire area and the church inside we headed out way for the next destination which was The great Mother Mary statue by crossing the Bridge of peace. The Bridge of peace is a bow-shaped pedestrian bridge, a steel and glass construction illuminated with numerous LEDs, over the Kura River in downtown Tbilisi. The bridge which stretches 150 meters which creates a contemporary design feature connecting Old Tbilisi with the new district.

So we stroll our way upon this Bridge of peace and clicked some photographs:

The Bridge of peace:

The Kura River:

By crossing this beautiful bridge we headed towards the Statue of Mother Mary, this place is very well known as Kartlis Deda.

The statue was erected on the top of Sololaki hill in 1958, the year Tbilisi celebrated its 1500th anniversary. She symbolizes the Georgian national character: in her left hand she holds a bowl of wine to greet those who come as friends and in her right hand is a sword for those who come as enemies.

We have to take Aerial tramway to visit the giant Mother Mary statue.

The statue is a short walk from the end of the tramway, there is a small observation platform at the statue's feet offering great views of the city.

And I clicked so many of the beautiful capture to keep with me forever.

So after roaming for 2- 3 hours on the streets of Tbilisi, I have decided to finally go to the hotel and have some rest and get myself prepared for the next day’s fun.

My hotel was in the middle of the City, and it was in a busy area. Luckily I got my balcony room which was one of the most beautiful balconies of my entire travel life. I can see a fantastic city view from the balcony and as it was getting darker the beauty of the city is just emphasized by thousands of lights, see here:

So I grabbed my basket of the fresh fruits of Georgia with a bottle of extremely good red wine and my laptop and I spent almost 4 hours in my balcony to write this experience for all my friends.

That’s how I ended my first day in Tbilisi, and slept with a big to do list for tomorrow.

Day 2 Morning/Afternoon/Night

It was cold there in the morning. So I was sipping my cup of coffee in my balcony and noticed neighborhood there are fruit trees in their homes. O my request one staff from housekeeping brought those delicious pears; I have never tasted anything fresh. One Moment it was on the tree and the very next moment it was in my mouth.

My next day schedule was a round trip to Kazbegi (Stepantsminda) by visiting Ananuri Fortress . Sharp 9 o’clock Vano was there and we have headed our way to Kazbegi and our first stop was Ananuri fortress.

The way was extremely beautiful. Aragvi River rave joined us for the journey.

The Beautiful valley of Aragvi River:

I never miss a chance to pose for the camera:

And one with my ride:

After a 2 hours of continuous drive, we arrived at the Ananuri Monastery Complex - a combined castle and fortress that sits along Georgian Military Highway on the Aragvi River in Georgia.

Vano said that the castle was set on fire during the early days by forces from a rival duchy and is now included in the UNESCO Tentative List of Heritage Sites. It is considered one of the most beautiful churches in the whole of Georgia.

It was set on fire that is why most of the part is destructed but still have his unique beauty. Within the complex, amongst two buildings, are two churches as well. This is a very nice place to explore . I had all the time I wanted and collected below memories.

A few things that you will see inside the complex are high crenellated curtain walls that join the towers together, Church of The Assumption, and a view of the Aragvi River at the back. Outside the complex is a small cafe where you can buy authentic Georgian bread and Turkish coffee and a souvenir shop where I got my head cover.

I dedicated almost three hours to this beautiful castle but still I was not over it.

And time was stretching so I decided to move ahead. On my way I stopped a couple of time to collect the pictures of this amazing nature and country.

One thing I noticed that Georgia have many sources of naturally sparkling water (Naturally carbonated water) So I did not miss the chance and had a sip of this fresh water from these sources and tasted a candy which was quite delicious Though it was looking very different but healthy in every sense as it was made of pure honey and Hazelnuts.

So like this we headed our way to the highest point from today’s journey. The way and the weather were extremely beautiful. You can have a bit of sense by following video & pictures:

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We have reached to on a point , it was slightly crowded , Novo told me about this most picturesque viewpoint of all, was the Soviet-Georgian Friendship Memorial, built in the 80s, with colorful murals depicting Georgian tradition. The construction itself was very unusual, but best of all was the views over the valleys and snowcapped mountains. See here:

The view was stunning at this point; it was very fantastic dream scene for me that I just stood stiff looking this beauty. I just can't explain how amazed I am with earth.

As we approached Kazbegi- our final destination, the views became more and more stunning, proving we were definitely in the mighty Caucasus.

The road was really bumpy on those heights which actually made us more adventurous about Kazbegi .

We have reached to the GERGETI TRINITY CHURCH also known as Tsminda Sameba in the green and white Caucasus Mountain, below the summit of Mt Kazbegi that makes Gergeti Trinity Church quite so magnificent. This church was also like other churches of Georgia- A beautiful castle far away on the peak of hill. The church sits in a definitively epic location, overlooking the towns of Kazbegi and Gergeti, with Mount Kazbek, one of the tallest mountains in Georgia, as a backdrop.

And now let these pictures speak about this place, as I was breathless at some time to see this beyond beauty. It was Epic views no matter which way you looked

GERGETI TRINITY CHURCH:

Most day time travellers on this route will skip the town of Kazbegi, and go straight uphill to visit beautiful Gergeti Trinity Church.

This is the climax of the trip. From here I have to return to my hotel in Tbilisi with an outstanding view on my eyesight forever.

My Georgia posts doesn't end here, I still have some more beautiful towns and streets of Georgia with a bunch of photos , while walking around the streets of Tbilisi and other monuments.

And oh, food!

So please be patient while I sort all of it and hopefully summaries the solo trip and give you guys a round-up of the short vacay I had as a solo traveller.

If you have any queries make sure to connect with me by either commenting/email or any of my social media’s.

Awaiting your stories

Richa Gujaria

#locomote04

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