Stone Circle bring strife and discord with you wherever you may travel.

riley did not care for his aunt nor his mother as they reeled from the carnal show; his eyes were transfixed on the man.

or what was left of one, anyway.

he had seen blood before, in the form of meat supplicated by his packmates. yet never once in his early life had he seen violence of this magnitude; bully his way through childhood as he might, this was a new level of cruelty in which he somehow excitedly felt intimately interested in.

transfixed by the bloodied pulp that sat inert in the earth, riley's ophidian gaze did not blink; he would return to this spot time and time again, and remember.