Haunted Wood salt coating me

sibs! @Conquest, @Famine, @Death

their mother had, some time after their birth, moved the group into one of the dens bordering the main group. one by one, she'd ferried them, and (had pestilence the capacity to realize this) seemed disappointed when none of those left behind in the glade had vanished. beyond the mouth of their new world, the sky darkened. things called, moved, beyond the relative safety of their world. but pestilence concerned herself only with the cold empty their mother had left beyond as, once again, she'd left. hunger ached, and the girl trembled as she dragged herself toward whichever warmth she could find, unknowingly on a collision course with another sibling.