[M] the echo of a solitary siren
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Draugr is by Alaine!

Her mother's howl was a familiar one, and it was that deep voice which drew the wolfdog toward the Salsolian coast, following the numerous trails through the marsh. The grasses were high and in places even waved high above her Lupus-form head. The hybrid cut through them all the same, slinking toward the source of mama Siv's howl. She drew near to the coast and realized where her mother was and what must be happening, and quickened her step.

The rituals she'd witnessed before were empty and false. She did not need her mother to tell her this. But when Siv took up the blade and stood between the stones -- well, Draugr would just have to see this. Her heart beat faster as her paws carried her closer, and she slunk toward the assembled canines, standing some distance from them in her four-legged form for a moment before she began shifting.

As Dra was not well-experienced, it took her a moment and was not a particularly pretty process. Though she had yet to accustom herself to the process entirely, the wolfdog did like to shift, and she enjoyed all her forms. This was not a time for her feral body, however: ritual and sacrifice required hands and fingers and dexterity. It was the form of worship, the form of the gods -- if any of their bodies were made to be the as the gods, it must be their two-legged one.

When the woman stood, she reached up behind her head to loop her choker necklace tight again, adjusting her other necklaces as necessary. Her wrists were bared, of course -- her usual assortment of jewelery had been left behind in her den -- but she ran her fingers through her hair and made herself presentable before striding forward to stand amongst the assembled Salsolians.

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