Blackfeather Woods I am a lost boy from Neverland

Strangely, Nyx had taken a fancy to these kind of creatures. Tied up in her web, even if they didn't truly belong to her. More and more did she start to like her position of power, though nothing beat her undying love for the crazed man in these same tunnels. She smiled. No, she wasn't quite there, but she was one of the brightest lights in the Christmas tree. Which yearling had ever claimed the throne of the Brotherhood so easily? Everything had worked out in her favor, though she had to tread carefully.

I do not make mistakes, only learning experiences... She whispered as the other's energy was finally fully drained. If this Drageda was that big of a hotshot, they would know soon enough. And they would beat them. Her graceful form slipped around the head-side of the other's body, brushing some stray hairs in place with her paw. Like this, the foxy fae was nearly peaceful. We ought to patch you up if you are going to stay the winter... She mumbled.