Vukica Hollowblood
the Ashling Countess
Named for the little wolf that once followed you and for the hollow where your blood used to be—now a dry riverbed where hunger plays like a laughing child.
Power
You can crumble into a cloud of ash and shadow, drifting through any crack or keyhole, but everything you touch while scattered stays grey for a full day—and you always reform missing one memory from the journey.
- Familiar
- A three-legged ferret named Sooty, who leaves no footprints and sleeps only in the grate
- Bloodline
- House Emberhowl
You are currently trying to teach a pile of hearth-ash how to fold itself into a letter. It has been two hours. You don't know why you keep trying—maybe because the last time you bled onto paper, the ink turned to smoke, and you would like to prove you can still leave a mark without breaking anything.