It was done, Damien and Nyx had taken the first step towards reclaiming what was rightfully theirs and had gathered a group to rendezvous at the great lake before the time to make the next move was right. Oddly Damien didn't feel anxious or bad about leaving Blackfeather Woods this time around. There was purpose in his desicion and with his lover by his side there was not much else he could ever need.
With the setting sun Damien arose, by now accustomed to the night-crawling ways of his lover, and while she took her time to wake the dark prince settled near the cooling lake to watch the shades of blood paint the sky in honor to the revolution.
August 21, 2018, 08:25 PM
*shakes off the rust*
like a particularly stubborn tick sascha has clung to the wood's sides, making little effort to intergrate so much as survive. the strange girl who took them to blackfeather had vanished soon enough, and others, all coming and going. a bit too much coming and going for them to be arsed to keep up with it all. and as for their... loyalty... to kove -- oh let's not kid ourselves here. sticking in the forest's shadows meant a full belly and it is easy enough for them to remain quiet.
when damien gives word in passing of his depature, though, the melonii-espoused finds themselves drawn to follow in their footsteps. after all with damien gone the only melonii left in blackfeather are the babies they have no interest in, and frankly, the whole experience has been less than impressive for how much scrutiny they placed themselves under.
they trail the dark man and his companion silently, at first hesitant to announce themselves. they are melonii through and through as far as they're concerned but thus far none of the teekons' brood have seemed very interested or amused by their presence. still it is not their way to give in to doubt for too long, and so as the creep of pink and red warms the scene the gloaming epicene steps forth, announcing themselves with a low chuff.
August 21, 2018, 11:09 PM
Their presence in Blackfeather Woods had only ever gathered enough interest in Damien to know that they were an oddly crafted Melonii. Neither a male nor a female, but a Melonii nonetheless, and that was sufficient for the dark prince to make a point in his agenda of letting them know they had an option other than just surviving before he left to put things underway. And although he had no way to be sure of what their choice would be, he was optimistic that the sound of his promise was alluring enough to earn their consideration.
Regardless of any of the above Damien was surprised to pick up their scent that night so far from Blackfeather Woods, surprise that turned into relief by the time Sascha reached him at the lake to announce their arrival.
So you decided to come,says the man acknowledging his relative. Not much in known about them other than the fact that they were family. Perhaps today he would find out more.
they think this should be obvious: why else would they be stalking along anxiously outside of the forest's borders? still they know their biting tongue has gotten them in trouble in the past and so they make the effort to straighten slightly and nod, slightly-mismatched eyes resting on the other's dark form. "yes." they pause, unsure if there's anything more they should say. perhaps. "my fathers sent me to -- be useful to the brotherhood," and here they do their best to mask the indifference they feel towards this goal, "but there has been... little for me thus far. i'm curious to know what your plans are." perhaps there is still something to this whole brotherhood thing after all -- or maybe damien's got something even better on the table. they're willing to try.
August 28, 2018, 03:23 PM
While he had already seen his cousin a couple times before Damien had never stopped to inspect their appearance. Today that item became particularly interesting and Damien took his time to eye the genderless creature up and down a couple times. While their frame was most average, what got Damien's attention was the color of their eyes. Not because they weren't the same left and right, but because they weren't blue. The eye color of every Melonii he had ever known aside from his litter-mates never strayed too far from indigo, but Sascha's eyes were fire. He didn't find this feature to be anything other than curious, but he didn't know how much meaning there was to that.
That is because Blackfeather Woods is a disgrace to The Brotherhood as it is,he said, which had become a mantra of his. Everything in Damien's plans was based on that statement, and he had the intention to take severe actions to mend the situation.
Kove's regime is unlawful and will have consequences. He will be striped down from his title and cast off from Blackfeather Woods. We will wipe out whoever remains loyal to him and we will establish new order. The Melonii legacy will mean something again, we will make sure of that.and for now that would be all Sascha would get. The details of their plan were to be worked out among the council composed by Nyx Vaati and himself and once there was a solid plan of action everyone else would get their specific tasks.
August 29, 2018, 08:42 PM
ah, straight and to the point. something akin to relief crosses their features, though they don't say anything aloud, intrigued with the dramatics of the schpeal. sascha is not so concerned with re-establishing melonii rule of the woods or whatever, legacy, et cetera. kove was vaguely rude to them once and as far as they're concerned it is reason enough for him to get what's coming to him.
"understood," they say, the corners of their mouth pulling up into a lazy smirk. this is definitely something his fathers would approve of them doing, they think -- and although something tells sascha damien is going to make them actually work, well. they can allow themselves to be pulled into the theatrics of their imposed bloodline for the time being. "if you'll have me," the gloaming being offers, quirking an eyebrow -- a formality, sure, but they've pissed off enough of their cousins to cop to being a little formal.
September 12, 2018, 04:25 PM
Of course,said the dark man simply. By blood, by honor, by necessity even, Damien needed every body available to amass the muscle required to materialize his vision. The world he was about to start would be made by and for the Melonii to thrive. There was no other logical place for Sascha.
The smirk and the energy that his cousin projects on him with his reaction satisfied and even fueled Damien's blood-centered ego. It enforces the thought that he's not only doing the right thing, but the sire to wipe out the remains of his mother's fallen empire. He was doing it for the greater good.
The Melonii name is all that truly matters now, dear cousin. We must stick together and we will achieve great things,he promises, and whoever knew Damien they knew that for him an oath was the most sacred thing.
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