Blackfeather Woods your beauty makes them weak

was thinking we needed an updated one <3

she was never far from the altar; it consumed her waking hours when she was not patrolling. and she had ceased hunting for herself the past several days; a few bites here and there from something hurriedly grabbed out of a cache fueled the priestess' frenzy. the morning before she had woken to a shaking of her limbs, and the frequency of the seizings had stirred her to begin preparations.
it was not a grisly task, nor one that moved relmyna's heart beyond a brief ache for her daughters. she had not yet become aware of her life's length; for a year the woman had endured, and the mother might yet see fit to give her more. for now, however, blackfeather filled her awareness, its thrumming heartbeat calling to her own. 
melonii she was not, but the shadowdown of voices unseen spoke in her dreams, and the ravens had come again. it was from them she had departed this evening, and in her ruff a single jet wingfeather dangled, framing the ruined side of her muzzle. it was not a decoration, relmyna decided; a gift, from the avian creatures who had come to earn her fealty simply by dint of their existence.
the altar loomed ahead, and wintersbane near to it; the priestess heard the clip of his teeth as he groomed the earth alongside the sacred place. perhaps this was his worship: to be in service. silently relmyna settled herself at the edge of the treeline to watch, to pray, to lift her eyes to the cold air and its secrets stretching in blue-black expanse above them.