Haunted Wood for the rotting (mtr.)

all welcome but uhh @Vengeance eheh

“Ymg' ahnythor mgep mgeptharanak ya geb llll nilgh'rinah hnah, ya uh'eog.”
Though her divination was not meant to be, the forsaken kept her words pressed into the rot. Words that turned cloying, plaguing, “Ngnah, ymg' mgepah uh'eor l' gotha gokln'gha ya?”

And if her benevolent mistress sought to bless sup upon such a devout devourer, then who was the roseate to revoke Namira’s grace?
The only rights the patron retained was to feast, for it was the will of her Prince and Her Will was law.

So, with no note of prim modesty, Nesrine:

s u p p e d and c o n s u m e d

as the euphoria of a wholly insatiable bloodlust swept her up into its arms and weighed her down and down and down in exactly the manner she adored.