Herbalists' Cache willow frost

life is fluid. things change. much has changed for the muradoii woman. once, great war chief who cleaved life from others and smiled with bloodied teeth. watching bodies be washed away by the black sea. each sacrifice earning her the favor of her cruel sea god.

now, her womb growing strong with life. future muradoii, future blood-drinkers. they would be great raiders, great hunters, great warriors—there was much to consider. but now, sivaak strides behind the black scar man, towards his band of lanzadoii. once, an unthinkable fate. now, a prospective future.

her head is high as she goes into the clearing where chieftain commands a slave be brought. sivaak watches with approval, red eyes glinting. black scar is not so different from muradoii cousin as he thinks; this is a thought she tastes, savors, enjoys. a dark furred woman with a pregnant belly comes forth. black scar does not speak to her, instead, turning to look at sivaak. she meets his eyes with a narrowed, slitted stare.

ha! is her response, a jolly laugh, and then boisterous words: if they not strong sivaak kill them. and it would be so. now that they were squared away, she is content to watch what unfolds with a salivating mouth.