Blackwater Islands magisterial

sequestered among the channels deep within the listener's den, the keeper was under the heavy influence of eldritch berries. the cavern which the listener had chosen was a place of light, a glistening idyll of pale mist and deep earthy-greens faintly gilded in cracks of sunlight. a place of peace.

soon they would surround themselves with death.

for days she kept him there, maintaining a steady dose to keep him in the realm of spirits and whispering to him to guide his path. he must make peace with wanlida, she told him; he must invite the change, accept it with his whole being.

to place one paw into the realm of spirits was perhaps the easiest feat ahead of him. many wolves were born as such; it was only a requirement of harboring the power of a void-prince. the true key to it would come only after ingram had made himself a suitable vessel.

after he had given himself to the madness.

she seldom left his side, departing only to tend her children, and often found him as she'd left him. yet on this day, she sensed something had changed in her absence. she swept to his side swiftly on her return, an inquiring silence about her. it seemed too soon to hope for his success, yet she did.