Redhawk Caldera Vessel

She had been hunted, for what had felt like eternity, given the fact that time stood still for the dead, like a frozen soldier. While she had roamed across the earth and saw all that it had to behold, a shadow had crept after her. At times, she hid and slept in a place where she would be difficult to find- places already teeming with other spirits, a place that that shadow seemed to want to avoid. 

Coming back to her home grounds, she knew, would be dangerous- but a malevolent spirit had once given her the notion that the shadows who searched for her could be bought, and that her own bloodline could potentially be the thing that frees her from the hunt. 

Now, she had one cornered, inside his own mind. The split in the earth grew into a wedge, and as narrow as it looked, it gave the impression of being unfathomably deep. 

She lashed her tiger-tail and roared at her cowering grandson, and held at bay the walls that threatened to close in on them at any moment. 

They were in his dream, after all. She could only hold him inside his own mind for so long.

"My blood. MY BLOOD!" 

She leapt again.