Redsand Canyon Her lips are devil red

She let the wounds sit in the water longer, letting the rivulets around them turn a healthy red that only signaled clean blood. The witchdoctor moved slowly and gave the woman a gentle nip at her uninjured ear as a show that she was finished with this form of torture, the whimpering had not gone unnoticed and so she tired her best to be honey sweet to this warrior.

Words came and Dove listened to the new secret with willing ears, a cult and rritualistic mating. Two tone eyes looked to her alter with a small bull's skull and the skull of Nemesis, she knew all about rituals and spells that came within the birthing rights. Could it be that, hmmm, two other sisters.. Three girls produced in a ritual, a thought of fates came to mind so she rolled with it. "They were trying to make a trio that could act as fate sisters?" She hummed before showing the warrior that she too had an alter and understood the manipulation required to do these things. "What one would you be?" she asked before moving back to the healing task.

"Follow me into to place I made for you, you're the first to test it out!" Her tail swishes before she gave a great shake to remove excess water, gesturing that Nyra should do that same. Her fur became fluffy and spiked out as if she was a cloud on steroids but oh well, at least her feathers were still in place.