Ravensblood Forest at the body shop [ part ii ]

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the threadbones are demanding; a commanding presence that gives the dreadfather a small shiver that slithers down their spine. they threadbones are loud ...which signifies to them that there is power to this bleeding forest. surprise and something akin to joy settle into their bones: they had not expected to feel the thrum of the void in this place but there are many territories with many secrets and the dreadfather plans to unravel them all. to collect them. secrets are power and it was safe to say that it was one of the ( several ) things they are drawn to.

first, the dreadfather traces how the threadbones have fallen; seaglass eyes picking shapes and meanings from them as a stargazer might pick such things from constellations.

to the dreadfather this is second nature. easy and effortless like breathing.

the longer they stare, the easier it is to disassociate.

it happens gradually, until the world around them disappear and it is just them and the threadbones. the presence of ash paw is felt like a small, thin tether to the physical realm but they are relieved that they can easily ignore it.

there are flashes of potential futures, of potential paths but they are disappointingly too smoky to grasp. the fog refuses to lift to give them clarity. the void welcomes them in their wakened dream state and they are tempted to give into it. they have missed it. the whispers become a hum and they try to discern what they speak.

a bloodied crown of teeth and bones twisted sitting atop the crown of a wolf that looks like the dreadfather themselves. blood drips from their scarred muzzle. a hunger for taking. a yearning for power; unquenchable. to be more and the lack of moral grounds to keep them from using whatever means necessary.

it does not bode well for them, they realize. but they are unburdened by this vision, tempting fate to follow it further. to see what else they could force from the fog.

but the mortal realm tether of ash paws' presence yanks them back; back to their mortal body with a sharp gasp of breath, unaware they had even been holding it. their blink their seaglass gaze at her, turning their body away from the threadbones abruptly.