Obsessor wandered without rhyme or reason and even self preservation had seemed to have deserted him. He was on a mission and he dare not stray from it. And yet for all his earnest wishes, he did not know where he was going or who he sought. He just knew he could not risk going home if he wanted to keep all his limbs. Such was life. But after a few restless hours and one long sleepless night, he was getting a bit desperate. Winter was coming and he wasn't sure he would survive the ascent into the mountains. He hoped that he would find what he wanted closer to where the forest and rivers were. Where the weather was mild and if he fell, someone would come across his body instead of it being buried under an avalanche of snow up in the peaks. His thoughts were turning morbid. He had to stop before he spiraled. It was too easy to indulge and someone back home needed him. He had more pressing matters. He could not and most definitely should not cede to the growing darkness that surrounded him. Squaring his shoulders back and his chin held to a defiant angle, he strode forward with admirable purpose even if he were a bit clueless.

Kicking the patch of dirt in front of him, he grumbled into the sky, "HELLO, LEGENDARY KIN? CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

A rumbling growl erupted from somewhere nearby the buck; whether it was in disagreement, acknowledgement, or simply an admonishment to shut up, it was hard to say. Until a high-pitched yelp revealed a full grown stag, thoroughly entombed in a red rose bush that hadn't quite realized the weather was changing.

"Well, that was a foolish idea, I suppose," he chuckled before vanishing and sliding out from beneath the bush in the form of a caiman.

Once free from twisted stems, the caiman rolled to dislodge any thorns, and then the stag was back in its place.

"Ah, better," Bitter Heartbeat smiled, then turned his gaze to Obsessor. "I can in fact hear you and, as far as I know, none of us really needs to hear you at all. We can sense you. It's quite helpful considering how large a place we live in."

The caiman was large by regular standards and when it grew and shifted in size, Obsessor felt his heart in his throat. That was a neat trick. Did the legendary feel irate? He wasn't sure. But time was of the essence and forewarned is forearmed he suppose. He surveyed the area in case there other legendaries. Had he walked in an ambush? It didn't matter. As long as he got the blessing. Surviving would be nice, too. The caiman form sure had large teeth.

"I'm glad you can hear me. I'm looking for a blessing for Deflowerer. She's got large teeth, too. And she's expecting. An easy birth would be nice. Healthy sac size, too. Would you be able to help?"

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"It is my duty," he chuckled, "so I would say that I can, but, most importantly, I say that I will help you." The stag grinned, then hummed as he thought.

"It's simple enough to ensure an easy birth and healthy sacs, child. There's far more that I can do than that. What do you want for your children? What hardships would you like them to overcome? What traits would you wish them to have?"