At long last, he stood before her predatory gaze. Istaqa had walked through time and the dreams of men, straight to the end of her curse. It was the full length of her punishment completed, after the passage of centuries. It was a sentence that he’d doled out for her crimes and had come to finalize – an end to the cycle of suffering.
Yes, Istaqa stood before her. A powerful shaman in all his glory.
Catori watched him from the deepest, darkest shadows of her hovel. He moved nearer without fear, as she gnawed on a stripped femur bone.
Skinwalker.
That had been her curse, and it was now a silent whisper between them. That was what she’d been forced to become in body, and finally soul, over the painfully endured years.
But, Istaqa had come now to undo all of that, and to take her back to the time and place that had been… before…
But, the femur bone was picked absolutely clean, so Catori ate him, too.
Yes, Istaqa stood before her. A powerful shaman in all his glory.
Catori watched him from the deepest, darkest shadows of her hovel. He moved nearer without fear, as she gnawed on a stripped femur bone.
Skinwalker.
That had been her curse, and it was now a silent whisper between them. That was what she’d been forced to become in body, and finally soul, over the painfully endured years.
But, Istaqa had come now to undo all of that, and to take her back to the time and place that had been… before…
But, the femur bone was picked absolutely clean, so Catori ate him, too.
