Blackfeather Woods My mistakes were made for you

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Their Priestess, by technicality, was Meldresi. She was the eternal queen, but one of which was meant to be unknown to any outsider, especially one Nemesis had no recollection of inhabiting the dark woods. The man could not mean to call for the since deceased Queen, it seemed all to unlikely to breach the very hush-hush topic of the dark wood’s legacy to a perfect stranger, even if he had a history with any of the two women in question. She speaks after moments of silence, taking into account of the fact that this is not a man she can simply shoo away, but a man who has a purpose at the borders that will not rest easily. He will not leave without what he has come for, and he will not stay. “Potema?” Her brow furrows out of genuine concern, suspenseful curiosity, and she wonders if this is one of the men whose children the white witch bears. “What business do you have with her?” She demands it with the authority she gives, her tone growing even more frigid if at all possible. Threatening-looking strangers at her borders requesting the presence of someone of value to her pack was not a request she would so easily oblige. Yes, it was true. The woman still has a sense of humanity about her when it came to protecting those within her own home. Potema was a vital part of Blackfeather Woods, even a fool could realize, and she would not permit the wood’s only available Priestess to walk into a situation where trouble was soon to follow, for nothing about the man before her gave her any assurance whatsoever.

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