Blackfeather Woods amulet

The golden man licked his lips; Khenbish thought it a very base and animal gesture that sat strangely on the regal face. He gave no indication as to whether he noticed the man's unabashed scrutiny.



That is admirable, for someone so young. He noticed that youth was a viscous vapor that clung to him, and sparked a flammable luster in the indigo eyes.




Nekhii would be about the same age. But his cold body had long since been laid beneath inches of dirt and ash, existing in pieces inside the bellies of vultures and crows.


A man searches the world for a purpose. He finds one. What happens next?