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Aslatiel liked this place. She liked the name of it. She liked the mist that hung over the ground. She liked the wet, musty smell even. She particularly liked the plethora of small prey.

The big clearing at the center of the forest was her place. She'd been spending quite a lot of time there and it showed. Bones littered the grassy space. There were corpses hung from trees. There was on overall scent of decay that permeated the clearing. Yes, this was her place.

Asla hadn't brought anyone else here yet. Eraithus had found her, but it hadn't been her idea. It was a good thing though. She really liked Eraithus. He was a bit like her. He'd caught a second fox for her so that she could make matching skulls for herself and Azure. She hadn't given him the gift yet. He was too busy for her. They all were. It gave her more time alone. More time to stew in the anger that her father had brought upon her.

Today, the small, striped girl lay in her clearing. Her head was rested on the side of a young antelope. It's legs were broken and it was struggling to breathe. The rise and fall of its ribcage was soothing to the girl. As the broken thing struggled, she merely sighed, lost in a daydream. In her dream, it was Malalia struggling to breathe, or Banshee, or Zabrina. In the end of her dream, they always died. Pity it wasn't that easy in the real world.