Writhing Rootway

Which History is true? Which History is ours? Here the roots are dead, but when the moon is full they move still. Some are petrified, some have been devoured, but teeth and sinew writhe in the coils. Perhaps History is merely a name for Death.

Furious Protection (Locked)

The bitter air festers an ancient grudge, leaching any warmth it finds. Nothing can sate it now. Only one with nothing left to take can abate its anger.
Essential: Assistance
Required: 15 Edge, 15 Winter, 15 Scale

Opening it will Expose:

Contents

Wing: Wound-Roots

Art Description

Scary and bleak! Harsh steel-greys and blues. Some roots resemble tendons. Borders on body horror. Maybe some roots have teeth, or tooth-like growths.