Starter for @bogeyexpo w/ the lovely Deidre
Teeth buried in the bandages twined around her forearm, Xion paused. The forest sang, in bird song in the trees, frogs in the creek, and crickets in the bushes. A chorus muted by the soft brush of wind and the babble of the brook. Her gaze swept the forest floor, the tangled thorns and vines, the sturdy oak trees. Xion bit down.
Blood stained her teeth as she dragged the bandages from her broken skin, her fingers work to peel, and scrape away the gauze. The wound, seeped, a dozen puncture wounds, torn into sinew, in the shape of a maw. Xion rested her hand in her lap and sighed, pushing her fingers through her hair.
It made no sound, no whisper, no snap of twig beneath foot, but in a world that sang of magic the one who approached was: the staccato, the harmony, and the melody, all at once. She pressed to her feet, blood trailing down her arm, as Dawn Breaker came to her hand.
"I know you're there," she said. "There's no use hiding when I can sense your magic."













