A piece of spider was still wriggling in her throat. Clearing it, she forced it down with another hard swallow before wiping away at her lips and moving to stand. The next part of the ritual called for a dance and bath in the mud and waters of the swamp- and she was about to remove her clothing, as part of the ceremony dictated she do so, when a flash of light in the sky left her gaping as a shooting star suddenly smashed into the swamp lands, a reaction that caused Sah-lora to drop to her knees.
She had been flinching, and moments after the crater had struck, she blinking peered over the land to where swamp waters and mud sizzled and she could smell a peculiar but familiar stench of burning. Curious, as the falling star had come just moments after the spider had been consumed, she left herself half dressed in nothing more than her slip and a few scraps of leather, fur and bone, and began to wade her way through the chest high deep area of swamp lands around her until the pool thinned out nearest the crater, to where she hesitated in her approach. But upon seeing what had created it shocked her most of all as she dropped to her knees before him suddenly, and let her forehead touch the ground.
"Dark lord!" she exclaimed, not realizing what else to do in the presence of one such as he who fell from the sky. She could only presume this was the Dark Prince she had prayed to for so many years and was promised to wed, but when her call was not answered, she blinkingly lifted up her gaze to watch the charred, twitching form of Ghanon remain (apart from the twitching) still.
Frowning, she studied the man's form more deeply, and took note of his slicked back blonde hair and skin, much like her own. She had presumed the demon prince would have looked... more... demon? And well, as she stood up and lightly kicked his form, her frown deepened as she began to wonder.... if he were the demon lord, he wouldn't look so... dead? And well, unmistakably, he looked just too.... human.
Though curious as it was, she continued to study the man, lifting up an arm here, and resting her ear over his chest to listen to his heart beat and confirmed that infact, despite having fallen from the sky as a star, he was still alive. So maybe this man was a star of some sort? Or...
The idea just occurred to her- perhaps he was just a mere man? And he was sent here as part of her ritual. Fresh human bones were dreadfully hard to come by. Deciding it not wise to leave the man in the mud, she moved back to her supplies and returned, a fur-trimmed leather pouch in hand as she made quick work to dig up some rope, and as she did so- the night creatures she so desperately feared began to make calls in her direction.
Peering over her shoulder in the direction she heard the calls, she made quick work to bind up the body, then promptly began to give him a tug after half redressing herself in her make shift cloak trimmed in fur and beads of bone. But boy was the man heavy, and she was not sure how long she'd be able to drag him like this as she dug her boots into the swampy grounds and pulled and pulled, all the while the wild calls of the night time hunting creatures were growing dangerously closer and closer through the skeletal trees. And it was hard to tell which way the beasts were coming, for the echoes came from all around, and the shadows danced as clouds moved silently over and across the blood red moon.
And just as she spotted the smoke from her mother's cabin, she paused dead in her tracks - for before her was the glistening perfection of a spider's web- and curiously, she paused to tilt her head and watch as a beady, black widow spider crawled down the silver- sparkling laces of her web, and towards the moth prey she had caught. If this was not a sign, she knew not what was.
Snatching the spider, she tossed it into her mouth, and then the moth that had been bond to it, and opened Ghanon's lips and forced the moth inside. Her and her mother would eat good tonight. Fresh human bones and meat was rare indeed. And this one would bring her good fortune and luck in her future, when she was to finally meet with her fated Dark Prince.
And while she tried to coax Ghanon's unconscious form to eat the spider thread incased moth, she began to draw mud markings across his face, and sprinkle frog piss across his clothes, just as the dark clouds rolled away to blanket the pair of them in red moon light.
Oh! But she had forgotten one more thing to bless their kill! (besides, you know, killing him..)
Scrambling around in the mud, it took a few moments of groping but she was able to yank out a mud snake- and the red and black serpent hissed and coiled up beneath her fingers before she moved to set the creature onto Ghanon's belly and held her breath, awaiting which fated direction it would go. And slowly the snake slithered towards Ghanon's chest, and she could only hope that the poisonous snake would bite him so that she and her mother could watch the man die from the terrible fever and shakes.
Yes! This had to be a sign! Oh, how Rizhra would be thrilled!