Blackwater Islands CHIM

06.04.23
0300

the prophet roused to the drum of rain against the stone roof of her den, dancing shadows on the walls, and the taste of her own suffering.

it was time.

almalexia rose, and with swift steps came to her altar. she settled again.

the skyrock gleamed through the darkness.

@Ingram's face in her mind's eye;

betrayal.

with a shudder and a painful gritting of teeth, the prophet bore her first child. ruddy, small, dead. she laid the unmoving form at the base of her altar. the scream rose in her throat but dissolved into silence as it hit the air.

blood, blood, and now her second: stormy and stained by her sire's betrayal, but this child lived.

@Anathema.

birth order has been randomized, kiddos will be tagged in as they're born <33!