Blackfeather Woods one bite at a time

cameo, unless they notice him and engage :)

Cicero watched from the shadows the dark forest provided. This child was his, he knew, but he had stayed his distance and waited his time so far, knowing that his sister would not allow him too near them; did not want him near her. Dazed by the poisons he had taken earlier he watched as the former captive played with the little white ball that was his daughter; perfect aside from the marred leg. Mismatched eyes gazed out into the world as he stayed leaned against a tree, his stomach cramping with the pain that he had put onto himself, eyes squinted in silent pain and pleasure both.