Redtail Rise rockfall

do it.
ancelin stared;
do it
and the synapses having just begun to light now flared into hot relief and stark fire, and tendriled tightly around lilia, the genetic slash of a meeting of which ancelin had never heard, of those he had not known, but together in his blood they burned, the obsessive ichor of bearclaw, the murderous zeal of blackfeather;
oh! he saw it now, marveling with ever-dilated pupils as lilia converged with arielle converged with avicus and then back into herself; shifting in the indigo wells of his eyes toward something deified and goddess-rising, a moon above the troubled forest of his heart;
do it
and he felt himself seen, and bound, and pierced with an awl so willingly at the lintel of lilia's home; ancelin lurched toward her with arms meant to embrace and sent a singeing shuddering breath across her nape.
how long had she held this? borne this? he had not been present for the great hunt of their enemy, but he had come back to all he knew, changed; lilia, changed.
when had she felt the darkness of that thirst in her throat?
and how long had her mouth felt like sand without blood?
a laugh, wondering, muffled.
"never forget you're mine."