Baldr

Special: Dark ritual, Rune 9 - life cut short.

"Bring the child to me." A gruff voice commands, her hand outstretched, nails chipped from lack of care or perhaps on purpose to exaggerate her savagery. Glancing to her mate, the mother has a moment of hesitation. Her heart gives a squeeze and her arms follow suit, forcing back the lump in her throat. "How... ugly." Tavonga utters as she gets a better look at the child, it's ringed eyes peering up at her with awe. Curling a lip, the priestess growled some as though it pained her to see something so pure -- so untainted and unmarred. There's a flicker of insult in the mothers gaze, but it's a fury that wanes. She knows it's best not to anger a creature such as Tavonga. The needles adorning her arm and tail, as well as her self inflicted tusks were warning enough that this swamp witch was not to be trifled with. "Let us see what Darkness has decided for you, little morsel." Burning a stick of herbs, the smoke was thick and red as the priestess used it to draw symbols in the air, blowing them on to the child. Swamp speak, a dialect and language used by a long forgotten tribe passes her gnarled lips and with it, she casts a set of stones.
"The first to fall," Tavonga began. Plucking the stone from it's resting place. She hums, eyeing the child and then the mother. "You made a weakling." Brandishing the rune as proof, Tavonga shook her head. "Darkness has deemed that the life you created will be a life cut short." The symbol is painted on to the child using black paint, solidifying the result. Already collecting the cast stones once more, seemingly unbothered by the results, the female turned her back on them. "You have failed him. And you have failed Darkness... Now... get out of my home. Before I cut all of your lives short."