The air here is still and old, the rocks even older.
They rise like teeth, casting long shadows over you and the grass.
Cracks and ripples form spirals, half-formed faces in the cool grey slate.
Spirits raise the hairs on your neck, skin prickling as your eyes fall across the stone basin.
Shallow but wide, stained dark and pungent with the unmistakable taint of blood. Empty now, it looks hungry.
Littering the grass, tiny shards of black; twinkling shadows of dark stone.
Jagged, sharp edges; perfect for parting skin.
Will you call for him?
Queze can not simply come and go from The Forest as he pleases..
Should you desire Queze's presence in The Forest, for RP, or a plot,
a character will need to deliver a suitable offering to Quetzalcoatl.
Queze can of course, deliver offerings himself, should he desire.