Blackfeather Woods He-Who-Guards-Unseen

Final round, finally!
@Cicero and @Potema have joined the Dark Council and the pack has been given instructions. Feel free to join, or not the howl, but Damien will notice your choice and have it in mind for future occasions. We will likely be implementing a hierarchy system aside from the pack ranks, so this may have an impact there if it gets through!
- @Nemesis @Kove @Kendra @Mikasi -

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Who had done it was unclear even to Damien, but the sacrifice's neck had been snapped in no more than two seconds, ending its life without interim. Damien growled, and jerked his head, still holding the offering's neck in his jaws, making it an even bloodier scene, likely for Cicero's dismay. Damien enjoyed it, both for the meaning of the sacrifice and because he had tasted the blood longer than his brother because that's what the weakling had wanted in the first place, wasn't it?

Satisfied, the dark prince finally let go of the dead body after an overly violent scene, and looked around, blood dripping from his chin. He was ready, and in the rush of things he had forgotten about Cicero's previous actions. He was convinced he had been the assassin, as it was his place to be among his siblings.

Pale eyes shot a glance at Kove. This was taking too long now, and Damien had other important announcements to make. Impatiently, Damien allowed Kove to finish the ritual, and felt his heart rush for a moment when he was finally marked with blood. A red paw, a symbol of achievement. He had finally got what he'd always wanted, but after a short five seconds it was over and Damien felt no different. He looked at his shoulder, drew in the metallic scent of blood that reeked the whole place and glanced at each of his siblings, both of blood and oath, and fell silent for a moment.

"This was always meant to be," he stated firmly, his mother's image vivid in his eyes as the red paws dried on his shoulder. "We will bring Blackfeather Woods back to it's former glory and dust off the crap Burke put us all through," he glanced at Kendra, knowing how hard it'd been for her to find out about her father's desertion. "There is no other rightful ruler to us than the Night Mother, our eternal queen, Meldresi. But I will take the leadership of the pack and see to it that her beliefs and intentions live on through us." Damien's eyes fell on Nemesis then, a renewed sense of partnership in his pale glare. "Nemesis remains your leader too," he spoke to everyone, "But now my siblings will join us and complete a council that from now on will dictate the rules by which we'll live, he announced, and glanced at both Potema and Cicero, lingering for a moment knowing that this was what they wanted. Their positions and titles would be revealed to them only, being each of significance in the Dark Brotherhood and requiring a high level of secrecy, but for all intents and purposes they sat on top of the pack and would have the right to enforce the rules with Damien as their head and Dark Master of Blackfeather Woods.

"The hunger has dragged us down for too long, but now Blackfeather Woods is ready to come back stronger than ever. You know what to do, search food where you can  and inform the others if you do. We need to track down the herds because we cannot live on small game forever," Damien instructed licking his blood-stained lips, feeling now more than ever in charge of the pack and the lives of those around him. "Now don't waste any more time. I want to see each of you working from now on," and with that Damien gave closure to his speech. He may not be good with words, but he knew how to get a message go through. He was straightforward and left no space for refusals. This was how the pack would work now, and with a howl, long and imposing, Damien sealed off his claim to Blackfeather Woods and dismissed the meeting.

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