Blackfeather Woods A message that must be shared

A confirmation of his suspicions soon followed, and Cicero nodded in silent sorrowful confirmation. He stared at the distance as though trying to catch a glimpse of her retreating form as Damien asked why everyone left. It was a bit ironic, for what did he expect from Burke and Malice, after how they had been treated? It only made sense for them to depart after being smeared through the mud and threatened. Kendra's departure was perhaps simply a side-effect of this, for she had started going down hill further and further when Burke had gone, feeling more and more deserted.

He glanced at Damien, one ear turning in his direction and one staying on the darkness ahead as though hoping Kendra were to return. "She will be back." He was not sure of it, truthfully, and he wondered if it truly was Damien alone that had kept Cicero here all this time. He'd always wanted to believe his soul was not filled with darkness, that there was hope for him, but truthfully, he had always known he belonged here in the dark forest, that his soul was dark. Yet if Kendra could find happiness elsewhere then perhaps this was simply a lie he had been telling himself for so long.

He licked the back of his teeth and said, "Not all belong to the darkness of the Blackfeather Woods. But we will always have each other." Cicero nipped the frays of his brother's ear in affectionate gesture to empower his words.