Blackfeather Woods chaos is a ladder

“No, you won’t,”

She could only murmur as he marched away, and she could not help but to feel a little melancholy towards her actions. Never before had she been uncertain of her choices, but this was a dangerous game. One could not always safely pin her children against each other. She knew that Atshen would not stop, never cease to out-do his brother, but Abraxas, he was calculative. He would make his plans and wait to strike, as quiet as the wind but a fire within. Atshen was pretty much a maelstrom 24/7. So alike, so destructive, but so different. One would come out ontop, it was only a matter of who and when now.