Blackfeather Woods Reflecting on the reflection

@Atli ,maybe?

Autumn had come far sooner than she had hoped. She didn't like the cold months, nor did she the rainy ones. Well, if she was being honest she also didn't like the heat in summer. Basically every season of the year had its problems and she hated all of them. But, with the coming of Autumn, the wind had brought them a new male. One that smelled of Potema and her kids more than he did any other member. She'd rather would have liked bumping into him, but she guessed not everyone was willing to meet the Dark Mistress. As long as he provided and was "nice" to the others, Nyx didn't see a problem with his presence. The woods needed new meat anyway.

She strolled through her home, wondering when her time to bear pups for the woods would come and who was to become her suitor if Damien wasn't recovered in time.

Atli was aware that there was a Dark Master — for Potema had filled him in that she is not the only leader of the Woods — and that he probably should have sought her out shortly after the High Priestess accepted him into their fold. He hadn’t, but he acknowledged that he should have. In fact, he’d been apart of the pack for a week …perhaps more or less and had yet to actually seek her out. Until now, that was. Though he is content to patrol borders — occasionally venture out — and spend time with Potema with the intention of getting to know her better. Strange, he thinks, if only because he had been confident that he’d never see her again after that night. The Norns had spoken of their reunion and so it is. Still, he deviates from the gruesome and morbid borders of the Woods, heading deeper into the heart of the territory in search of the mysterious Dark Master figuring that he might as well, at the very least, introduce himself; especially since the situation regarding his joining had been atypical. An implore of the High Priestess, one that the northman did not deign to ignore. He comes across her scent first, and as he came across her: a woman draped in the velveteen cloak of night, dabbled with starlight he almost didn’t see her. She blended in well with the darkness that clung to the woods, admittedly, and with one functioning eye and the habit of trying to focus out of his left, nearly blind eye was one he was struggling to break.

Thus, at first, she drifted across his vision as frosted, milk white eye focuses upon her she is nothing more than a wisp of writhing smoke: a shifting shadow in the thick fog that permanently clouds that eye. Scarred flesh around that eye crinkles slightly and he fights back the roll of his stomach as the scars, fresh still, send shooting sickening feelings through the ruined nerves, but he catches her movement out of his good eye, then and lets out a low chuff to announce his presence to her, his steps ceasing abruptly.

Nyx liked to pretend she could feel the woods around them - observe even the slightest bristling of the gently swaying leafs and hear even the twinkles of the stars. While she couldn't really, she still could feel and sense someone approaching. Not that the man's coat was very camouflaging in their dark kingdom - not to mention his rather brute size and, most possibly, heavy weight crushing the bedding as he went on his way. While she despised some being stronger than her, she had always appreciated her smaller form that was rather good for sneaking around unnoticed. Not just anyone could outdo a vicious snake.

Potema had picked a nice specimen to share a den with, that was for certain. He was strong, nearly as fine-shaped as Damien himself. But never could he compare to the true king of their woods, no - not even she could! She dipped her graceful head in greeting, straightening herself out just a bit more in the hopes of matching his size. Never would that happen, but she could try. Good day. I do not believe we have run into each other before. She raised a speckled brow, rearranging the stars that decorated her forehead. Not that we have gone out of our way to make that happen, though. It was not her job to go 'round scouting for the new meat that had been let in by her right paw. Any decent member would come and greet their (temporary?) Dark Mistress without her having to wait ages.

Not that that kind of thing got under her skin though. It just... degraded him on her personal ladder of good beings. The name is Nyx Apaata - future bearer of Damien's kin and Dark Mistress of these woods. I hear you are rather close to my Listener?