Blood and Fire

I wet my blade on a beast's burning blood today. It was the first time in months and I felt her stir from her winter's slumber as my body burned in the boiling ichor of the insectoid creature. It was battle, not war as she most deeply craves, but as I serve her my own strength increased. Strength, I fear, I will need in earnest not only on the paltry errand but moreover as I once again begin tracking my targets.
 
Much to my surprise, I find myself quite enjoying my new allies. They proved themselves to be capable in combat, which I always have had an eye for, but more than that they are... fun. I find the journey with them to be more pleasant the wandering alone and, perhaps, if I can foster my bonds I will find allies to snuff out the two lives that destroyed everything I held dear. Still, as my wounds mend with ointments and rest I feel the blade begin to resonate with her power and I know she wants more. Perhaps the goblinoids that we spotted will be the next to pour their blood into her maw and try to slake her endless thirst.
 
Marha forgive what I must do, though she can be as much of a Warhawk as the other... so perhaps I have not strayed as far from my faith as I fear. I suppose only time and reflection will tell.