Neverwinter Forest crucify me

mobile post but wanted to get this into my thread log <3

not so long ago she had wanted to be hunter. to part meat from bone like a hunting knife. this desire had not fled fully and it was a fat winter hare that swung in her jaws.

she was a vessel for the heart of forneskja, though.

she tended bodies by mending flesh and bone. she whispered for spirits and sought out answers in the winds.

she could be a maker and a destroyer. a thing she was reminded of when the scent of a newcomer drifted to her. the voice on the breeze called her by title. it stilled the stirring thoughts of a growing spirit within her.

hare still held between her teeth by its legs, she approached. no fox fur laid over her shoulders now. her legs wet and discolored from muck. this meal would be his, she had decided.

she dropped it between them and her voice was softer than the wild hunter’s appearance that she held now.

eat and tell me what has brought you, instruction and invitation.