Dark Offerings

Moonlight bathes the snow-covered land, turning the pristine white powder around him into small mounds of diamond dust. They glitter and sparkle with an ethereal beauty as the wagon behind Eldritch cruelly cuts ruts into the soft surface, scaring the splendor that the land offers with his passing. When he comes to a stop and shrugs off the yoke, bringing his wagon of morbid offerings to a rest, the familiar scent of his sister tickles his nose. White gaze dart up, scouring the land as for her pale form. Finally, after all this time, Lurid breaks away from the snowy landscape, revealing herself and causing the male’s jaw to unhinge slightly as he stares at her with disbelief. She is alive.

While the signs had tried to point Eldritch toward Lurid being dead, the dark male had never once believed it because… well, it is Lurid. With his maw still slightly open, she greets him and a wicked, joyfully grin twists his lips upward as he says, “Dii meaum causam audiverunt.” How many offerings like the ones covered in his wagon had he sent up to the dark lords, pleading with them to keep her safe and bring her back to him quickly. They had heard his humble prayers and now, the Night Mother herself stands before him and he, once again, dips down into a respectful bow as he says, “The stories of your death were greatly exaggerated, dear sister.”

Once his submissive bow is given, Eldritch returns to his full height and closes the distance between them, offering his taller sister a warm hug. Oh gods, how he had missed her. He holds her for a long moment, reveling and feeling just how real, how tangible she truly is and the man allows himself to enjoy this moment. When the dark male finally releases her, he explains, “I tried to find you after everything fell apart but had no luck. So, I went to question some of the more… distance wolves we knew to see if they had anything to do with your sudden disappearance. Of course, they denied everything so I decided to use them as offerings.” As he speaks, he turns toward the wagon, ushering her toward the bed as he slowly walks toward it.

Carefully, he unties the ropes that holds the dark, flawless, obsidian pelt in place and throws it back to expose his cargo. Several hearts, livers, lungs, and kidneys have been carefully preserved and wrapped in small swathes of fur so that each one is lovingly cradled. An excited, wicked grin curls his lips as he says, “Offerings to the gods to bring you back safely. I sent many screams up to them in your name.” Turning to face her, his head tilts back slightly as he asks, “What happened sister? I was worried about you.” It is true, the dark male may be apathic to many things but the absence of the Amarix Matriarch had been disturbing to say the least.


"Eldritch Amarix" | "Latin"