Blackfeather Woods dark magic

There were some ingredients for the spell Twist wished to perform. In truth, she was very much into this, it was a huge spell and could be, well, life-changing. Raising your father from the dead was no easy task, at least not without knowing a handy-dandy spell. Twist went through the ingredients in her head: goat bloods, dry wolf skull, smashed strawberry. Conditions needed for spell: dark place, chant spell. A dark place was no trouble, and Twist knew the spell, so that was taken care of. Goat blood was easy too, as long as she killed a goat. She wasn't sure where any strawberries grew and if they grew nearby. And to get a wolf skull she'd need a dead wolf. She decided she wouldn't do any gathering today, just pondering of how she'd gather the rarer items. And so Twist, with a strange grin on her face and a crazed, haunted look in her lightning eyes, walked through the dark wood towards nowhere.

She was certain her son was touched by Sheogorath, the reason his second name was that of the Daedric Prince of Madness. But there was another wolf lurking in the woods that had his touch upon their brains: the new female named Twist. Meldresi had seen it in her eyes, the way she spoke. But she trusted that the black female would be productive, and so far, she had.

Meldresi found her scent on a dead goat in the black woods. She did not dare bite it, respecting that it was Twist's kill and besides, she was not hungry at the moment. Instead, she was hungry for a conversation with the unusual wolf.

The priestess followed the mad female's trail, eventually happening upon her. Meldresi paid no mind to the insane, twisted smile on Twist's face, and chuffed a greeting. "Hello, Twist."

Her thoughts were disturbed by a hello. Twist glanced up as the grin widened in a trying to look friendly face. She then bowed to the Alpha before lifting herself again and wagging her tail slightly. "Hello, Meldresi. Good Day, Yes? Heh. Hard tell in Black Feathered Wood, too dark see anything." She chuckled as she glanced up towards the blackened tree branches. It was hard to tell if the sky was grey or blue with the thick cover and hardly any light filtered through. "Twist is thankful for little sprinkle of light near, with all dark." She said to Meldresi. Though Meldresi probably didn't have any problems with the dark, if she was the Alpha of a pack that thrived in it.

Trying to practise his sneaking, Cicero had followed his mother. However, he wasn't very good at it: he had soon lost interest and had found other interesting things to play with, which had caused him to be lost. The only thing he could do (well, he supposed he could turn tail and go back to the den, but that wouldn't be much fun) was wiggle his nose around on the ground until he caught his mother's scent trail, which he then followed.

Cicero did not smell the other female yet, and so when he saw his mother's form in the distance, the child burst through the woods and drew up beside her with an excited "Sees-roh-roh go ma!" When he noticed the other wolf, Cicero halted in his tracks and stared at the other wolf. His ears were comically turned to the sides of his head while he stayed in indecision. There was silence for a moment before Cicero burst into a long, drawn-out symphony of, "Sees-roh hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-iii!", that did not end until the boy ran out of breath.

Meldresi noticed her son the moment he started to follow her, but ignored him on the way. At another time, she would have stopped to let him know how much noise he was making, but she was more interested in finding Twist at the time. The priestess smirked at Twist's observation. "Indeed. But one gets used to it after a while." She began the conversation, but was quickly cut off by her son as he loudly announced her arrival.

Meldresi's ears flattened on her head, and she groaned softly in mock annoyance. "Hello Cicero." She smiled at him. "This is my second son, Cicero Sheogorath Melonii." The queen introduced her motley wearing son.

Twist nodded, she would soon get used to it after some time here. The darkness would become normal. Suddenly their pleasant conversation was interrupted by a sees-roh-roh go ma! Whatever that meant. Twist's distant lightning eyes fell upon a patchwork boy with two different colored eyes. He continued with a sees-roh-hiii... Which went on till he ran out of breath. Twist smiled wide and toothy at the child as Meldresi announced him as her son, Cicero. Twist crouched, trying to get face to face with the child. Hello! This is Twist. Cicero is nice boy. A good follow, yes? And pretty eye colors are interest. She told the boy, complimenting him on the amber and silver. She lifted herself again to look at Meldresi. Twist did not know Meldresi was mother! Twist can meet children, yes? Twist love little children, very sweet little things are. She said to Meldresi. Children were cute and tiny and helpless, an adorable element of theirs. Twist wondered if one day she would have her own witch or wizard/warlock apprentice to train in the ways of magic.

His mother greeted and then introduced him, which initiated an excited "Sees!" and a wag of the pup's tail. Then he licked his mother's chin as a sign of respect, something he'd forgotten due to the sudden appearance of the other wolf. Excited and with a big grin painted on his childish features, the pup waited to see what things would happen next.

When Twist crouched to the ground to get down to his level, Cicero could not have been more excited. "Toy toy!" he yelled excitedly, tail propelloring and ears folded back in uncontained excitement while he nipped at the underside of Twist's chin. The wolf spoke differently than other wolves Cicero had met, but that only made him like the wolf more. Different was good.

Cicero knew he was being complimented and picked out the words 'good' and 'nice' and something about his eyes being interesting or pretty or something along those lines. Cicero picked up parts of it, but soon his youthful attention span made him burst into a cheery "Twist Twist Twist!" Cicero rolled onto his back on the ground, his paws stretched out towards Twist's muzzle and tongue lolling from the side of his mouth.

Cicero never failed to make the priestess smile. After being praised by Twist for his two-toned eyes, the young boy erupted into a cheerful flurry of Twist's name, and rolling over in playful submission. The priestess affectionally tickled his fuzzy stomach with her paw, her eyes gleaming.

"I have two other children, Damien Sanguine and Potema Vaermina. You can come by my den sometime, if you would like. Though I would like to be there, to make sure they will stay out of trouble." Already her children were running about Blackfeather unchecked. Who knows what kind of adventures they got into when she wasn't looking? "There was a goat back there, with your scent on it. Was it your kill, Twist?"

Twist smiled and her eyes widened in a goofy manner as he called out toy, trying to make him laugh. Often small children laughed at funny faces. As he stretched out his tiny paws towards her muzzle, she herself giggled at the child. Her attention, however, was drawn to her alpha again as she spoke of her other two children and asked her about the goat. Yes, Twist's kill. Do Meldresi know any preservation substances so body may preserving? Twist needs not for kill to decaying. She said. Perhaps Meldresi would know a liquid or herb of some kind? Twist hoped so or else she'd have to kill another goat later when she had the other ingredients.

Cicero loved when Twist made a googly face at him, and he laughed joyfully, cheerful as always. "Eeheeheehee," Cicero giggled at Twist while his paws batted the air between himself and Twist as he lay on his back.

His mother mentioned Damien and Potema as well, and Cicero looked around to see if his siblings were anywhere nearby. He saw neither of them though, and looked at his mother with a questioning look on his face. "No Day-meen 'n Poh-ma!" he concluded with an outraged tone in his voice, as if he'd been promised to see his siblings and did not receive what he wanted.