Ravensblood Forest daddy's getting hot [ part i ]

she stares at them; and they wonder in that dark manner they are accustomed to if she could discern each face they wear: ever a thespian. the iron guardian, the lonely sentinel, the dreadfather, the cruel devil.

each facet that makes up them in their whole.

only a twitch of their scarred muzzle betrays them when she mentions their nightwife, their shadowchildren. a cool flash of yearning and murky sorrow burn like seaglass flames in their gaze before it darkens and their features morph into being carved from basalt.

their isolation has commanded they leave me. for a time. his nightwife would return to him...in time, they are sure. threads of time could not every fully separate them...but the dreadfather knows that for now this was the correct course of action.