Ravensblood Forest What was Sheogorath cooking?

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The forest seemed to clear out within a matter of days, from what she could tell. So Anathema stayed. Where else was there to go? The islands always called to her, always, but Accipitra had left them — and there was nothing more important than blood. Nothing that ran deeper than the black waters in their veins.

So she stayed.

But over the course of those days, something changed within herself, too. She grew agitated; restless. Even her sister's company became an annoyance. Anathema wanted to see no one, nothing, and not even the critters were safe from her rage. She snapped up an unfortunate mouse as it tried to slip away, satisfied with the dying squeal and wet crunch of its demise. Unaware of the beacon her scent had become, she prowled on.