Haunted Wood Plate tectonic

@Hashut Dated: 17/1/20

Turbulent events had shaken the Nightwalkers, but not the woods.
The landscape was ever-changing, yet so stoic.
Like if you dared to question changes, it would wipe you from existence.

She was looking for Venny's corpse. She wanted to know how the child managed to do it. Killing the warlord didn't make her an adult. In fact, she pitied the youth. Having to lead this band of devils who would take her place if they were inclined to do so.

She moved towards the borders, knowing it was where she'd called him from. She could've gone to them, stopped the fire-screamer and calmed the raging buffalo. She should move the body too. It wouldn't look good having the warlord dead on the borders.

Soon, she found the lump of his corpse, bloated and swollen. The soft tissues gone, holes in his flesh already where parasites and scavengers had eaten away at him.
"Guerrero caido."
She looked at it for a while, watching the parasites feeding on his rotting flesh squirm.