Blackfoot Forest all gods dispense suffering without reason

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Snowshoe paws sifted through the light dusting of snow, and it was not the wind that whispered through pine and holly, but the airy sigh of the northern harach. Lashes fluttered closed, a look of tender euphoria on her once-fine features. The hinters of Greyback’s claim had been enough to satiate her unshakable longing for them—but not enough, not really. They had been too fertile, too... settled for her; she wished for fjords where there was only heather and lochs.

But this... this murmured of Rhaesuial. The unnamed range that pierces ever upwards toward mornlight, straining for a sun they almost are able to reach. They are knives that cut open the belly of the heavens, and maybe that’s truly where light originated from. The spires slashed rifts between this world and that which she entreated upon for-ever.

She couldn’t wait until night fell, truly; couldn’t stop from brimming at lying beneath these Teekon cosmos, with them, skulking into their arms like an old lover. Her lids shuttered. She never wanted the wanting stop; this ache she felt for all those sidreal things, bleak and starless and all that dazzled alongside it.

The anticipation of tonight brushes along her flank, over her boney hip, and her lips part ever-so gently at that. In that moment, she allowed thoughts of wolf-eater and must find Vonn and despondency leave her entirely, her soul veering away from her troubles like absconding her reflection in river’s mirror.

But her, porcelain and drifting on the spot, forgot, too, how loosely the arms of these mountain-hinters held her; and she did not notice the lurking, violaceous eidolon only some whiles away.