Blackwater Islands our love is like water

Tulok listened intently as The Listener spoke instructions to the speaker and keeper. For now, they made no sense, and maybe they weren't supposed to yet.

Then she turned to them and called out, demanding the demon's attention. Tonight would be a test of his strength, both mental and physical; he knew this as The Listener spoke of blood and magick, of oaths and an unnamed god.

She instructed the druids to consume one of the eldritch berries from the altar. He knew this was the turning point. He could seal his fate with the druids and their god, or he could resist. 

Not sure what guided his actions, Tulok stepped forward and slowly took one of the berries into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. It was sweet, and he hated it, but it was only fleeting. 

The Listener sang out, followed by those most trusted. When she stopped, she turned her attention to the wolf laying on the ground beneath her. She nudged her. Then he smelled blood; it made his heart race and his own blood surge through his veins. The Listener moved from wolf to wolf until she stood before him. He remained still as she painted his muzzle and forehead with blood. He watched her move back to the altar as the edges of his vision brightened and blurred. 

When his vision cleared, his mother sat beside him. He looked to her with admiration and she smiled knowingly at him. Blood stained her muzzle and head, as well. He had so many questions for her, the first being how she was here. But then the singing stopped and the storm was so loud, he thought it might come bursting through the stone ceiling of the cave. His mother turned to look ahead, and he followed. 

And when The Listener summoned them to follow, his mother got to her feet and sprinted off; he followed. 

They ran across wet, heavy sand and slippery rock until they stopped on the edge of a cliff. The sea raged angrily below them, like it demanded something from them and was growing impatient to receive it. The bleeding woman disappeared over the edge. 

The Listener called out to the sea, and he added his own deep voice to the chorus. She looked to them, and then disappeared off the cliff, too. He went to move forward so that he could search the waters below, but his mother stopped him with a shake of her head. 

So he waited, turning to the keeper as he called to them.

sorry if i missed anything!