Lost Creek Hollow nope (2022)

forgive me, college is crushing me but i'm catching up <333

her cackle was stifled, wrist reaching up to press against lip, lest bror ask what the joke is.

"kråke." hissed out between grinning teeth. eyes reaching trough his marred pelt, past the skin unfairly pale for them, past muscle and blood and bone and to the pure and unbleached marrow.

not ravn, but svart all the same.

her eyes swung up to his again; grin a fixture.

"we were once hel, of great ibenholtravn." she side-stepped, like a cat. she sought to circle. "but prærieulver, you know them," like a cat, she sought to brush against him. "their trollkvinne called us eurmal."

"but!"

a sudden jerk and she shut her jaws about his elbow, then leapt backwise - leaving naught a scratch. the madwoman dropped back into a pose for games.

"ibenholtravn is ash! the trollkvinne was ripped apart!" her cackle rose, her eyes grew watery with joy. she sprang up then rolled again into the snow.

"what worth a name when nobody speaks it!"

and on her back she shrieked, and laughed!

and laughed!

until her voice was choked by sobs.

and the madwoman put her paws over her face, her body wracked by joy.