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The Snákr—sigil of the skin weavers.
Isadora never thought she would one day gaze upon the creature responsible for passing the skin weaving abilities for generations.
Such creatures were meant to be worshipped and respected, because they were sacred gifts bestowed upon them by the olden gods, each representing their glory and order.
But that was only meant for the tamed ones. The untamed were different beings on their own, and they were told to defy their nature and go against the ways of the realm.
Yet, its presence was unmistakable. Isadora was nearly compelled to her knees, to reverence such a mighty being.
The aura that clung to it carried an undisturbed connection. Yet, as she met the creature's obsidian eyes, she realized—it was not one meant to be honored.
Its eyes were void and soulless and there was nothing sane. This was nothing but a terror-stricken beast ready to instill havoc.
