Blackfeather Woods the old gods and the new

There was adrenaline in the air - the scent of blood that was not part of their borders. She knew it well, the liquid that told so much and tasted like iron. It put her on edge, the first thought about Damien and his rather aggressive way of conversing and doing... anything, basically. The second thought went to Nemesis - how she might already be dead and that Damien and Nyx could have a happily ever after at last now that the traitor was gone. Knowing it to be too good to be true, she then thought of her older brother and how he might've gone body-hunting again. He had a strange hobby.

She hurried to the scene - slightly accidental - and could not believe her eyes. A growl escaped her maw as she rushed in, trying her best to block attacks on both ends with her body that took pain as pleasure if she were to be able to come close enough. Have you both gone mental?! She hissed.