Neverwinter Forest sinew

under that smothering canopy where first the shadow had broken from the trappings of mortality, where the malformed and bloodied remnants of a child's devotion to its maker had begun to crumble away, that same creature of void and blue hellfire emerged from beyond the veil. wreathed in spirit-whispers and siren-song of the otherworld, the shadow stepped from the realm of malevolent magick and infinite mystery back into the land of all that is mortal and forsaken by the gods. a daunting journey...



yet necessary, for the shadow had left parts of herself behind in order to answer the call from beyond. her war reaper, her ash warrior, abandoned! the shadow might have wept to think of him alone, were they a softer breed of wolf. but the last true child of merrick and astara would never weep, never lift her muzzle to the heavens and cry out for what was lost.

the shadow searched in silence for her ash warrior, while behind her the soft susurration of fluttering wings overlaid the quiet of the forest; a constant reminder of her true anchor to mortality.

@Ingram II