Ouroboros Spine [m] ⊡ ukaksitaak ⊡

Blood.

It smeared against her mouth, coated her teeth in iron as the salt of tears tanged her tongue. She stared down her nose at the pathetic lump of meat beneath her feet, then she backed away, allowed the man the sanctity to move to his cousin. She motioned her head for Valiant to do the same as she returned to stand beside her mother.

Judge. Jury.

Executioner.

Her teeth itched for his flesh, and she abruptly wanted to spurn the dark featured woman, to lunge down the rock and made good on her promise to hurt. But she didn’t.

Vairë stood, letting the sun burn between her shoulders.

You have until the sun is going from the sky.

Afterwards, she’d take justice into her hands, and level the axe.