Shrines
Altars of Devotion
Status
Beloved
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The Altars
Every beast keeps its idols. These are mine. Hallowed names and pale faces to whom this site is a standing offering. Light a candle, walk softly, and enter the altar of your choosing. Each has been built with blood and tenderness in equal measure.
Jacob Black
Heat and Old Blood in the Shape of a Boy
An altar for the wolf the forest built on purpose. A creature the natural world was right about. He runs hot where others run cold. Warmth like a wound that never learned to close. Built from red earth and old instinct, a body the wilderness claims as its own. This altar is raised to his heat and his teeth.
The Moon
Mother of Tides, Keeper of the Change
Pale tribunal. Older god. The wound in the sky that never fully closes. She drags the tide from the sea and the beast from the body, and takes her tithe in bone and iron. This altar is raised to her rotation, her silence, and her bleeding veil.
More Altars to Come
The beast always finds new idols. Return under the next moon.