Blackfeather Woods bloom, gloom & doom

She took some time to really look at him closely, now that she was given the opportunity to do so. He was not at all like Father, more like mother if she was being honest. For a long time she had thought Damien had been a brother too, but since he never treated Kove and Nemesis like parents, that theory had been thrown in the trash. He carried with him a paw of some red liquid that smelled somewhat intoxicating and exotic and a mark or scar of some sort. It had a body, and 8 "legs", and Astrid was kind of jealous. Why did she not have these marks? All she had gotten were some speckles. On his chest, a patch of white lay neatly positioned between his bulky shoulders - and a long scar ran across his face as if it split him in two.

Very well, Ipik. She murmured, letting her young body flop to the ground with only a small bit of grace and femininity. I asked if you were in pain. She informed with a smile that was neither sadistic or sweet. It was somewhere in between, as most of her facial expressions.