Soulless Forest Altar

It had been a long time since Incubus had graced the lands of the Souless Forest. It was once a claimed territory of his families pack Ashen. But, as the beast delved deeper into the thick of those alabaster trees he knew he was at the source of the uncharacteristic autumn that was replacing summer in the Knolls. This running theory was only backed by the macabre scenery and rolling mist. As he carried Inc noticed he had to step carefully as there were pools of dried blood littered through the region. There was a moment even he thought to turn back but the fear of missing out would be too much for him to handle.

Incubus was clad with a few items to offer. It took a few days of gathering and planning here of there but he was able to make something he felt appropriate as well as gather a last minute addition. A small twinge of the lingering bee sting from this afternoon reminded him of what it took to get it. Wrapped in two thick leaves was two gooey slabs of honeycomb. Incubus carried this carefully between his jaws being very careful not to damage such a lovely prize. But, his true offering was why he was in the haunting forest. A wreath dangled precariously from his mouth and was likely covered in honey and saliva but he was doing the best he could without a satchel.

After what felt like an eternity he found the alter. As Incubus got closer the scents got much heavier. Some had twinges of familiarity but others were mostly foreign to him. Incubus waited for a few moments to ensure it was his turn before making his way to the base of the alter. Those flickering fireflies seemed to pour their luminescence into him as he got closer. Delicately the demon set his goodies down on the ground so he could gather himself for a moment. He grabbed the wreath and gently placed it flat on the alter. It was made of five small skinny bones held together by taught rawhide to form the best circle he could. Woven around said bones and secured by the rawhide was a beautiful green vine. His finishing touch was a few sprigs of freshly picked lavender wrapped into the rawhide at the joints of the makeshift circle. - Incubus leaned down once more to grab the honeycomb. He placed it in the center of the wreath resting on the leaf to ensure none of the honey got on anything important. The other leaf was placed on top but he let a third of the honeycomb uncovered so they knew what it was and for aesthetic purposes as well.

Pink and blue eyes moved from his display to wander up the alter. He took a moment to study the statue and the various familiars. Incubus really had no clue what to make of any of it. They had to be magical in some way to alter the climate but were they of the godly sort? Religion made the male sick normally but witnessing such wild happenings made him think on things a bit. Inc ripped himself from the base of the alter, timed seemed to slow slightly as he stood there looking at it, and moved to linger around the back of the clearing in silence.