Bearclaw Valley some kind of soul come from within us

Driven by a deep primordial instinct, Averna took step after step as she painted in the blood, bathed in it -- for her white fur was quick to dirty -- and felt the madness and darkness of Sithid completely engulf her.

The ritual was completed as soon as it had started, it seemed, for as soon as it was done, the whispers surrounding her stilled and she felt much more like the priest that she was and much less like Averna that was hidden inside of her, as if that was her true name and it must never be spoken to her, unless ordained so by the gods themselves. It was indescribable, the way she felt, the power she felt, and she knew that Astara's children would be blessed -- these spiderlings would be blessed.

The priest licked her crimson-smeared lips and looked at her dark counterpart, sharing a short moment of silence with her sister before vanishing into the night to cleanse herself.