[A beast... Well, that's a much more optimistic way to look at it compared to what she had been thinking... Blood rituals tend to be as dark as they come. The kind of magick that she would not want to dabble in.

But it's when she sees the blood stained onto his that her breath finally catches, the disgust twisting tight in her stomach. She knows exactly what these must have been used for, and the evidence is laid out pretty clearly around this altar.]

Clearly the horse didn't like it either.

[She shakes her head.]

I've a feeling there is more to this all, but I would rather not stay to find out.