The forest isn't a place that inherently robs people of their leisure. There are times when one reflects on life. Such as the lives being led in the forest; trading, travelling, living, and warring.
As one gravid shamaness reflected as she looked on at the edges of her tribe's territory. She mused on her duties to her people, and the spirits of people long past, and wondered where her future led to, especially since her progression into motherhood was nearing her child's birth. Even so, she hoped it was a good future for her and her child.
Feeling tranquility, she looked on to the seemingly endless expanse of the forest...
...as another happening took place. Over the past three moons, there have stories and tales of a black cloaked woman who roamed the forest with mysterious intent.
Her appearance bore a resemblance to the Galura, but mocked it by her ash-colored feathers, having only one pair of wings that doubled as her arms, and for being a strange, unholy amalgamation of metal, strings, and flesh. Yet, even with her monstrous appearance, those who were attacked by fiendish individuals while she was present often spoke of her unnatural speeds and impossibly sharp wings, slaying anything that bore malice while sparing those who were attacked.
Though, no one has ever gotten any chance of speaking with her, there are those who have felt her presence when her distinctive visage is seen.
Seven green-colored eyes. Each holding sights and secrets that no one but her can ever know.
As one gravid shamaness reflected as she looked on at the edges of her tribe's territory. She mused on her duties to her people, and the spirits of people long past, and wondered where her future led to, especially since her progression into motherhood was nearing her child's birth. Even so, she hoped it was a good future for her and her child.
Feeling tranquility, she looked on to the seemingly endless expanse of the forest...
...as another happening took place. Over the past three moons, there have stories and tales of a black cloaked woman who roamed the forest with mysterious intent.
Her appearance bore a resemblance to the Galura, but mocked it by her ash-colored feathers, having only one pair of wings that doubled as her arms, and for being a strange, unholy amalgamation of metal, strings, and flesh. Yet, even with her monstrous appearance, those who were attacked by fiendish individuals while she was present often spoke of her unnatural speeds and impossibly sharp wings, slaying anything that bore malice while sparing those who were attacked.
Though, no one has ever gotten any chance of speaking with her, there are those who have felt her presence when her distinctive visage is seen.
Seven green-colored eyes. Each holding sights and secrets that no one but her can ever know.
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