Blackfeather Woods ode to sleep

@Kove bc why not :D Set a week or so after the BWP

The forest had changed, more eminsly than she had thought. While they had grown accustomed to the rotten spots of the blackfeather woods, there was literally nothing left to comapre it to. The bracken forest only held the illumantaion of death, all signs of life stripped away. She never knew how much she liked to see things alive than dead. For the first few days she spent huddled in the alcoves and crevices of the web, shivering not from the cold but of fear. Nothing compared to the hollow terror she felt. She had not truly recovered from Pietro's tragic death, and it seemesd only a sign from the Gods that they had not accepted her retribution. What more did she have to do to make up for her failures. Years of wrongdoings could not be fixed overnight, and she had not the energy to fight. There was nothing left on the other side to strive for.

When she finally emerged from the darkness, she did it without so much as a word. Her stomach had grown accustomed to the dull ache feeling of undernoirishment, and when she finally surveyed what was left, all hopes of consuming what she could seemed to falter. She staggered only a few steps before collapsing on the ground, the montonous haunt filling her eyes. The sky was still, gray, relecting the barren forest in an after sense of forboding. It was purgatory, pushing them to face their crimes like she knew would always come. Trapped in their own forest to pick away at ground in blank hope. "Kove?" She called, her voice raspy and soft after so long without making a sound.  For once in her three years of existence, she did not want to be alone. She never wanted to be alone to her own head again.