Blacktail Deer Plateau damnation and a day has passed

the name was new; the face was not to those who had not yet forgotten him.

he’d left the wilds for the sorrowful sake of blood-of-blood; a scrying that had awayed him to the uncharted easts and beyond, beyond. he would never know the downfalls that had taken place, here; only that he’d returned to a new desecration that rent its own sort of scars into the earth. but ... he winged a surefoot way over the shuddering contours, neverminding the count’s claim as he might have once done.

he should have never left her. he should not have made a betrayal of her trust when already she’d been so left. if he found her ever again, he—
he swore low and sour, brandishing the pale daggers within his scarred maw at none the trembling lands. how to keep one’s footing?—