Dawnlark Plains skeleton key

a flightless raven plucked of tailfeathers, bound to the mucked soil that now sullied her paws. her freedom chained and tossed to oblivion, her blood scorned and stretched through these poisoned lands.

defiled, spoiled, rotten, i m p u r e.

sol slithered to a tightened coil around her neck, a shaky breath held beneath the snare of moonlight. eliminate the cursed blood, extinguish our shame. words seized her by the heart, glass splintered in a cage that threatened to shatter should it beat too fast.

she would be the harbinger of death, she would quell the false bloodline; sithis be her witness.

A woman cloaked in shadows, carrying two pale snakes. How...curious. The white snake; spiritual protection, foresight. Isra wondered if perhaps, one was enough for this wolf of midnight and void. What would it take, to steal a snake?

Watching from a short distance, she padded towards the traveling band of three. "Are you lost?"

lost?

mismatched eyes trailed to the splotchy patch of soiled hybrid blood. a rattling tsk was sent hurling toward the stranger as if insult had been taken by the mere suggestion of disorientation.

"do you know the name melonii?" a question coiled as tightly in interest as sol entwined itself upon her now. she had no names but one to hunt — the blood of her blood.