Blackfeather Woods primordial state of chaos

her ears flicked forward; for a moment relmyna scarcely breathed. sithis. dark prince — had the serpent been the one to bring mou forth. it changed several things for the priestess, and she regarded the scarred, voiceless boy with an appraising air. had such things been the price paid for sithis' protection? and maegi — what horrible things had been asked of the pair?
she flanked mou as he approached the altar, watching the hungry burn of his single eye rove over the offerings. and they settled upon the rock of tongues, the pair of them. relmyna watched the surface of it begin to churn with its usual opaque tendrils, and knew instinctively it was to the boy they called. she brushed his shoulder lightly, grasping the stone before she lay down on her belly beside the altar, front legs outstretched. a low croon for him to do the same, and if he followed suit, mirroring her, the listener would place the writhing stone between mou's own forepaws.