Stone Circle bring strife and discord with you wherever you may travel.

a chilling noise overcame their quiet encampment, drawing indra from her scavenging of nearby cache. their idyllic plans for morning breakfast were sundered by the desperate cries of fury and loathing that came from the clearing. indra’s heart seized; she knew that voice. 

laurel’s voice. 

she dropped the mangled hare carcass she had only barely rummaged from the damp stores, turning at a headlong gallop with panic clutching her. LAUREL!! indra screamed in horror, her little legs striding faster than they had ever strode before. 

she did not worry for the children, she did not worry for herself; no, fear gripped every chamber of her withered heart, but not for them — but for her undeserving, sweet sister.

she came crashing into the thicket like a streaking bullet, a low moan pressed involuntarily from her throat as she saw the unthinkable. the greyed incubus atop the beaten form of her sister. NO! indra cried and bellowed at once, her voice strangled in horror as she surged forward. in a few strides she would be upon them, and every molecule within her tensed for impact.

she would rip laurel’s attacker limb from limb, so help her god — a hellfire burned in the mahogany depths of her gaze as indra dashed to laurel’s aid in blind and roaring fury.