Soulless Forest Altar

News of strange statues appearing in different lands have reached the ears of the Ashen wolves. Seere had eagerly sought out the one closest to their land and found a strange, three-headed wolf staring back at her. Although it is made entirely of stone, the young girl cannot help but feel as if it is alive. Perhaps it is the fireflies that suck in the light and seem make the eye sockets glow, or the raven that stands guard at their paws; its stone gaze seemingly following her wherever she goes.

Whatever the reason, the monochrome girl had left its presence feeling a mixture of awe and skin-crawling horror. Death seems to be this statue’s domain and Seere tasked herself with gathering something to give the stone guardian. It had taken her time and persistent effort but, in the end, the girl is able to gather the necessary material to make what she wants. It did not take long for her to dry the herbs and even less to find a subtle dagger. A wandering merchant sold her a sharp, silver weapon with a dark brown scabbard along with a thin piece of cloth that rounded out her materials.

Now, the small Ashen healer trots back to the soulless forest, paws avoiding the pools of dried blood, rotting corpses, and skeletons that seem to leer back at her. Mismatched eyes roam over the scene, ears twitching as whispers tickle her senses, setting her on edge as she approaches the huge, daunting statue. A crow beckons her forward with a friendly smile and Seere moves up, gift clutched in her jaws. Stopping at the statue’s paws, the girl offers up her decoration for the taking.

A bundle of dried valerian root, chamomile flowers, lavender, and nightshade are bound together with a thin strip of cloth. The dagger, housed in its sheath has been centered in the bundle, the hilt glittering brightly in what light there is. Finally, a thin veil is wrapped and tied around the offering which is deposited at the statue’s paws. The crow ushers her away and Seere is quick to follow as she silently hopes that the contents are understood.

Each part had been carefully picked, the herbs to offer sweet dreams which many (her included) believe is the bridge between this realm and the afterlife. The nightshade and dagger represent death while the veil shows how thin the cloth is between this life and the next. Casting a glance back, Seere hopes that the gift is acceptable.


"Seere Abraxas-Destruction"