Blackfeather Woods and stole my heart away complete

l m a o! lettuce wrap up here cuz im a slowpoke

relmyna knew it was not for her to understand how the gods manifested in astara and averna. and yet, shock, then horror, gripped her visage as her nightcub stole the skull from its perch. the woman started forward, holding herself back only when the absence of cawing anger from the blackbirds seemed to suggest all remained well.
blinking up at them in chagrin, the listener dipped her scarred muzzle; turning with a sigh, she set off at a lop after astara. whatever plans the child had for the ivoried old thing, she wanted to know. she must know, both out of curiosity and a deep fear the gods would be upset all the same.