Ouroboros Spine kakitlannak ⧎

screaming crying throwing up; slight PP of Mojag but can change as needed <3 

Moon Woman draws close, and when Shikoba sees her figure in the moonless night, she knows it is time. Tonight, she would have to sever her heart from the ties of Inutsuk after the songs and the ritual was complete. 

Shikoba would wake @Mojag and lead his sleepy body to the den of Kukutux, she even offered to carry the boy if his feet were too cumbersome. And now, she can only hope he will find comfort in the warmth of his cousins. The first hunter would give him a reassuring kiss and then set off behind her matriarch.

She hears the words, the plea for the audience of those who walk the ground unseen. Perhaps Shikoba knows them, or maybe she doesn't. These spirits are not from the desert. When instructed to do so, she does not hesitate to spill blood, as she has done in all her years of life.

The native does not cry nor flinch, she does as she is told with no remorse behind the scent of her own blood spilling. With the taste of iron freshly sitting against her tongue, she looks up to Kukutux, sulfurous eyes that once burned are now glazed over.