Blackfeather Woods the haunting

The shadow slunk away, unsatisfied. Perhaps he watched from somewhere imperceptible, waiting for Maegi to depart so that he could enact his judgement. Mou remained oblivious, focused as he was upon the strange feeling inside of him - the sensations of the past few hours having ebbed away and left him feeling empty. Cold. Cotton-mouthed and dehydrated.

—what on earth happened?! demanded his beloved; yet he could not look at her. Shame, guilt, the oppressive feeling of being used, there were so many things he could've been feeling — but Mou just wasn't feeling anything at all, except sick. He gaped at the dirt for a moment as the glob of spit he'd lobbed slowly sank in to the soil, darkening it. Then he was trembling a little, but doing his best to explain: Ate maa-chroon, for sleep. Sssaw --- He slurred and caught himself, struggling but trying his very best, curling against himself for comfort. Dream. Trees -- dark -- tryin' ta eat Mou. I run. I... but he was shaking his head; there wasn't much he could explain, but he certainly had no memory of this brutality or whatever ritual had been enacted with his body. It was a mistake and he knew it.