Bearclaw Valley et peccatum meum contra me est semper

hearing and sight strained, focused on the pale thing, expecting a great booming voice to pour past its child lips. her mouth was slightly agape, eyes glimmering with a hunger not satiable by any meat.

the conduit shuffled forward. the witch leaned in.

heart beating.

and it placed a single pallid limb on the bridge of her snout.

all was still.

bernadette blinked, eyes wide. she dared not move away, but as precious moments slipped past and nothing occured - not a feeling of some unexplainable energy pouring in trough where the paw made contact, no feeling of something manifesting there or therein, no joy, no pain, no ecstasy --

the bearwoman began to dread.

"i- i don't comprehend." she lightly shook her head, not enough to free it of the contact. "what- what... do you mean?"

bernadette leaned forward, so that she was face to face with it. the conduit. her offspring. 

(maggot-child)

expecting more, expecting something.