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Feet rustled against gradually warming earth as the stormy figure rummaged around her makeshift tent. Many small satchels were gathered and placed into a bag. The slight scent of rope filled the small space as items were stringed along it's length one after another in a quickened fashion. A mongoose, a rabbit, a snake, and the blood drenched leather sack with her prized sacrifice. Once all were where she wanted, the rope was tied around her waist to dangle off her person menacingly. Many who saw her, feared her, or simply feared what they failed to understand.
Kalfou drifted about, darkening the already dim space, but canine eyes were evenly matched with such poor lighting and so she continued, undisturbed. The low growl of the dark spirit served as a melody which helped keep her pace steady. She could waste no time. River knew she was no prisoner to the witches, but what she did know that if any of them, or Greed, knew where she ventured to alone, they would not be pleased. She had no time for explanations when the moonlight was quickly wasting. There were several reasons she needed the moon's light to complete this ritual, but most of all it was to hide her from prying eyes. The act she was about to commit could be considered voodoo, even in her coven's eyes.
Once she had her things gathered, River shifted down to secui form. Her belt remained fastened, but no clothes adorned her body for they weren't needed. In her mouth she held the bag full of necessities for tonight's witch craft. She would not be needing her book of demons, for the demon she looked to summon could not be found on any page within it's leather bindings. She traveled swiftly through the night. The moonlight caused her pelt to shine like mercury and she was but a blur to all who might see her. Once she was well past the camp, it would matter little who lay eyes upon her beastly form.
She traveled for the entire night. She could smell the freshness of morning on the cool breeze, although the moon still hung low in the sky. River made her way through her old pack lands, stepping atop long dried carcasses and since covered pools of spilled blood. Once she got deeper in, she froze. The negativity hit her like a tsunami wave, sending bolts down all four of her lanky halfling legs. The shadow shook her form from head to toe as if to dispel the negative force out through the tip of her tail, but it clung like drying mud . Teeth bared as Kalfou crouched beside her, two glowing crimson gems gazing into her soul just like the night they met. His misshapen maw pulled back in a menacing grin as a growl rattled her form. Does it not excite you River? Does it not send a magnificent chill down your spine and ignite all those resting desires?
I'd be a fool to say otherwise. Let's go. That once frightened snarl turned into a grin as she launched herself further into the depths of the dead pack. Helios was now open, scavengers having removed their barricade to rummage through the old temple. She was glad. Once inside, the stormy figure found a dark corner and shifted back to Optime form. Then, River carefully lit the fire that would serve as her anchor during this summoning. There was a pile or two of left over fire wood from travelers that chose to stay here. She burned some herbs she acquired from Maelyx and the scent clouded the abandoned temple. River inhaled a deep breath of air which calmed the chaos in her bones. Once she found her center, the circle was drawn using on the prey animals on her makeshift belt. The remainder of its life force was rung out to draw the demon's temporary prison. She concocted it using various symbols from her book, completely customized to her grandfather's essence as best she could.
Self proclaimed demon of chaos. I call upon you to speak with me today. I offer you blood, sacrifices, and my body as a channel into this world. Gorge upon my offerings and draw strength from myself, the death, and negativity around you. A bowl was set before the grand circle. River removed the blood drenched satchel and removed the heart of a stag Lux had brought home. It was a grand offering that would satiate even the hungriest demon. Careful hands placed the heart in the bowl and soaked it with blood from the snake. The head of the snake was then chopped off with her small dagger and also placed in the bowl, fangs revealed and shining in the fire's light. Once that was set, River sat cross legged before the circle and closed her eyes. She could feel the whoosh of the already present spirit exploring the room, waiting for the excitement to begin. Once her grandfather took the lure, she would reel him in and the fun would ensue.