Felltree Marsh red duck

it is a beautiful, macabre scene. sivaak looks with quiet eyes, a eerie lack of emotion present there as the scene unfolds. black scar raging, lost to the drink of his own indulgence, shouting curses and hex into the sky. the moon girl runs, and sivaak turns on mighty paws.

eyes of anger, of rage, of bloodlust. a coward! sivaak would shred her of her hide and drink the blood from her still breathing body! strange girl goes after her, escaping the wrath of cen by a hair's breath, and blood drinker watches with excitement licking at her hackles.

muscle twitches beneath a pelt soaked in the blood of fresh kills which stain her. she feels the angry life that squirms inside her, can hear their mewling, their cries for the blood their mother could spill. the future of muradoii—and sivaak shall sate her children's demands. but later. now, she stalks, stepping left, then right, each paw crunching above ice and snow. she paces, waiting for black scar to appear—she can taste his scent on the wind—when he does, she appraises him with bloody eyes.

his words—sivaak grins in response to them, but it is one that does not reach her eyes. humorless and cold, borderline sadistic and yearning for the blood that wets his mouth. she feels the urge to lick it from his face and comes closer, polar bear in wolf woman's form, tongue curling across stained teeth.

which one, black scar? sivaak asks with cruel cadence. coward girl or warrior girl? it is clear in the way she says the last and smiles that she is proud of her strange girl—though initial anger does linger. she does not know if she will see her again, but if she does, she hopes it is to know she has stolen the head from traitor moon girl—if cen does not take it first. sivaak feels her blood curdle at the thought, with excitement! it elicits pleasure in her chest. sivaak womb grows with future blood drinker. muradoii join lanzadoii. she raises cold, beady malicious eyes on black scar. daring him to deny.