Sun Mote Copse red breath

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ragna spoke first, then asherah, and eshamun looked upon them fondly. she did not wish them to touch her children, but recognized this as a manifestation of her own voided motherhood, one she must disallow from colouring her ability to lead them to the shrine. "thank you," she murmured, glancing to ar-khalba as pain filled her hollow belly. 

taking up her macabre burden, and presuming that the three wolfesses would do the same, eshamun thus led her people unto the shrine that the res drunak had sanctified for them, fighting her own grief with each step. when they arrived, eshamun lay down the child and began to dig in the rich loam of the sacred earth, excavating a small grave into which she gently lay the body.

when her children had been covered, when eshamun found her words beneath the unsteadiness of tears, she spoke. "to molech they return; may the power of the sacrifice encircle this place and thus bless the malkaria. so let it be done. the illidu-dam is finished." the virdian eyes swept her wolves then silently, inviting them to speak or to move off into the shadows and depart the saddening place.