Blackfeather Woods what is the color of night?

Kotake returning!

She did not linger long upon the ridge. The return-trip did not take much time at all once Kotake regained her bearings. Her entrance to the dark forest came without fanfare; she was silent, as always, and swift upon her feet. As she crossed one of the many lines of scattered bone she chose to stop. To inspect. To think fondly of her forest home and those that dwelt within it. Except that her sister still did not dwell with her, and all efforts to the contrary had failed thus far. She would not be deterred. Kotake was as strong-willed as Koume, as fierce and as committed. With an idle flick of her paw Kotake sent one of the animal skulls tumbling and it clattered against a pile of debris. She moved on through the wood, her mind filled with too many heavy thoughts.

Weird post ahead, be warned
I am still trying to get back into the swing of things lol

Perhaps it was her aura, as pale and grim as it had never been before, that drew him behind her that day. He'd seen her enter the forest, he'd seen her kick her way across the blood-stained borders, and he'd seen her pain through the colors she emanated. Kotake Melonii was in pain; not physical, but in the soul.

He stalked her, shamelessly, confidently, but making no sound in the process. Keelut, not a boy any longer, had learned how to control his joy impulses. Solitude had taught him, silence had refined it. He'd been in the shadows for a long time, pushed into them by the evident division that Blackfeather Woods was living, unable to decide which side he belonged to...

Unable?

Uninterested?

Keelut was as impartial and uninterested in the affairs of those around him as one could be. He lived in his world of color, in his world of unseen marvels, and those things unnatural to others were the thing he revolved around. Emotions, emotions were a complex thing, a thing that Keelut wanted to understand, to disarm, to master some day, and he had a scent and sight enhanced for that very only purpose. Kotake, like a siren, had caught the madman's attention with ease.

She passed by a scapula which looked to have been pecked over by the birds of the wood; then, as she nudged what looked to be a bloodied mandible freshly presented next to this, she sniffed and inspected, but ultimately grew too bored to be inquisitive. Kotake swiftly stepped over the line of fetid debris and with a hastened pace, slipped through the dark. She thought she heard some birds take flight around her and slowed, eager to catch a glimpse, but the shifting figures among the branches were immutable by comparison. She saw the flicker of light-made-dark, then there was stillness - only the breath of the wind through the boughs. The whispering which she had come to appreciate.

The girl remained ignorant of her pursuer, or seemed so at the very least, as she watched the tenebris shroud her way. None of the paths smelled of her sister. None smelled of anything but death, a piecemeal effort by the Blackfeather wolves to mark their lands and dismay interlopers. It was not so dismaying to her. The scents were of home; death warmed over. She found a scattered mess of feathers at the base of some trees, and upon climbing over their tangled roots she saw an entire raven splayed out on its back. Its eyes were missing. Its wings were tatters, and the breastbone seemed to erupt from its core like an illicit blossom.

The girl mused over this, wondering if she should feel anything for the ruined thing besides a vague hunger - and at that moment she thought she felt eyes upon her. Without raising her gaze from the creature she murmured, How unfortunate, as if speaking to the bird; but anyone that knew Kotake and her habit of muteness would've known better. She only spoke when she absolutely had to. And indeed, how unfortunate that someone would follow after her of all people.

Taking over since Keelut will be staying inactive for a while

While the disappearance of Koume had barely shaken Damien's interest, the three Spiderlings that remained within the forest were to be secured and protected at all costs. Potema's brood had a purpose, a reason to exist, and despite Koume's clear disinterest for her bloodline's traditions and purpose, Damien still believed that Vaati, Ganondorf and Kotake had what it took to fulfill his expectations.

Koume's case was a shame, a waste of time and resources, but Damien had already prepared for any of the spiderlings' departure. He'd learned through Kendra's own decision to find her own path away from the dark forest that there was no way to control the mortals' fate, he couldn't un-weave what plans the webspinner had for each soul, nor did he plan to try it anytime soon. The dark prince had no other choice than to work with what he was given, and she had allowed him to keep three potentially gifted children to mold to his liking.

He had found her by chance, or perhaps he was meant to find her; but whatever the reason he paused his advance to watch her move through the forest. A flash of white in her vicinity pulled his eyes away from her, and through he didn't identify his figure at first Damien immediately drew a new path towards his niece to find out what was going on.

It was Keelut, hard enough to see despite his pale coloration, and his presence did not seem to please Kotake at all. Damien stepped into the scene with a snarl, warning Keelut away with a stare so deep that not even the mad acolyte could handle, and that was enough for the two Meloniis to be left alone.

What's unfortunate? he spoke to her as Keelut trotted away, having heard the girls words upon his arrival. It was a rare thing to hear her speak, being known for her laconism. Damien made his way around her as though he was embracing her with his presence, and stood beside her in a familiar and protective way. It was hard to tell whether she was upset or this was her usual emotional state, Damien wasn't precisely an expert in what emotions respected, but still he was making an effort to show interest.