Redtail Rise the thousand-and-second tale of scheherazade

Prophet.

she feels his hot, red eyes upon her, and gives a nod, easing sideways a bit to allow him by her side. she ceases gnawing, a string of drool trailing from her lips to the worn ivory before she swipes it away with a tongue across her jowls.

Avicus lays in silence, but draws close to her Berserkr, his giant presence a comfort to her turbulent mind and body. 

he may be a father. she does not want to think otherwise—that her womb is empty.

and yet, nothing. no movement. no rotundity.

she's never seen a woman carry children to term.