Blackfeather Woods Send shivers down my spine

Nyx had returned from a successful assassination just a day ago and had refused to wash the blood off. Anyone needed to see she was not as useless as she appeared to be, despite being the "daughter" of Nemesis and future lover (in her fantasies) of the powerful Forest King Damien. She promised herself to be on her tippy toes for any other female passing through, wanting to protect Damien from interacting with any female outside of Blackfeather Woods. She had stored the tongue she had ripped out of some girl's mouth in a secret place all her own and went on with her work as usual.

She was no leader around here, but she damn well thought she was important now that she had some allies by her side. When she heard the summoning howl, the speckled girl immediately stopped doing what she was doing (admiring the strange hump of tongue she seemed entranced by) and went on her way to the blood-marked borders. She had already heard that it was a female calling and that put her on edge more than usual - what if it was someone prettier than the Goddess of Night herself?

Finally arriving - dominant and bold as always - she saw she had nothing to worry about. The other was nearly lanky and a mess of weird colours that did not fit well with Damien's simplistic design. Nyx visibly pulled up her nose a little, her bi-coloured eyes staring judgingly at the other without a word.