Blackfeather Woods birth spite

backdated to april 4th

exactly a year ago, ogres emerged from the lake.

from the edges of the woods, racharra stares at her natal home. it glimmers under spring sun even from the darkness she's hidden herself in. but it's not her home anymore.
when the nebet turns her head around, even through the forest the mesa's dissent loomed over. she's run away from her real home; the palace. and for what? for a husband who'll love me! —of course... while she remembers the path taken to moontide, she already has detoured from it.

unsatisfied, dark fur joins dark grass with a grunt.