Blackfeather Woods Don't put it in your mouth

@Ganondorf @Koume !! (Slight PP to kickstart the thread, I hope you don't mind!)
Since they're PPC's I'll be PPing Vaati and Kotake for the purpose of the thread, you guys can do the same :)

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Ever since his return Damien had been awaiting the right moment to begin his niblings' formal training. To him, this was like a ritual by which every Spiderling, pup born under the Brotherhood's mantle, would go through in order to determine which duty they will serve in their adulthood, and what trade from the main three would they take. His biggest interest was, of course, to build assassins with which he would come to do great things, or even spies, to which Damien granted immense value. But should his sister's pups choose to follow her steps and become witches and priests he wouldn't have a single reason to pose an obstacle. The shadow prince knew his sister's work to be a sacred, crucial duty, and that without the priests the Brotherhood would not be truly hidden by the Night Mother's shadows. They would cease to be true servants of Mephala.

There is much you'll need to learn to become a Dark Brother or Sister, he speaks, and introduction to their first lesson after having gathered the four of them around the clearing after the Wolfskull Cave's mouth. The first thing, one of the most important aspects of any member of the Brotherhood, is knowing how to tread the shadows... To be silent and stealthy, he says, lowering his voice and stealing a meaningful glance from Kotake, the voiceless wraith. She stares back, cold and observant, not a single hint of an expression dropping from her features.

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Ganon was lacking when it came to being ambitious on his own. He had no drive to do anything unless it was to prove himself superior to his siblings. They were his biggest motivators and his worst enemies, but more than that they were the conductors that were slowly morphing him into the man he would grow to be. The fact that they might be interested in the Brotherhood made him interested in it and it made him want to strive to be the best of the best. So when his uncle decided to bring him and his siblings together to teach them of the secret group, Ganon eagerly and obediently followed after the former Dark Master. 

He cracked a smile when they reached the cave and listened to what his inky uncle had to say, though most of it sounded uninteresting to the boy. Silent and stealthy. Where was the fun in that? The boy looked to his sisters who he thought the whole shadow thing suited. As for his loudmouth self..."that doesn't sound fun."

[table width=80%][tr][td]Not too long ago had a wandering spirit sparked within the silver-streaked girl and had she escaped from her den on multiple occasions. Whether mother liked this or not was none of her concern; yes, the white priest was her mother and she loved her in the sense one would love their leg, but she believed herself ready to leave the nest. Ever since she could walk had she gone farther and farther from their togetherness - even her silent sister whom had stolen her heart at their birth. It was in the woods that adventure lay; it was in the woods that the fiery flower bloomed and spilled all her colours. And so, when uncle Damien had come to fetch them she had eagerly followed. It was from underbrush to underbrush she went - hiding from the light that would give her away. It was the same thing she had tried to escape Vandal - the same thing she did whenever she was out.

When Damien spoke of the Brotherhood and becoming a Dark Sister, her heart skipped a beat. She had not expected this so soon and damned herself from not training enough to have an even bigger advantage in contrast to her siblings. She shot an angry look at Ganon for seemingly interrupting a beautiful day and nodded sincerely at her uncle then.

She scattered off, purposefully stumbling and sending up a small dust-cloud as to mask her scent (or so she believed she was doing). When her eyes landed on a wide bush did she sneak toward it - creeping inside with her breathing slowed and ears swivelling atop her head. It was there she stayed, waiting to hear a reaction or perhaps to retreat to a place far from them; sneaking away was perhaps the only thing she was good at for now.[/tr][/td][/table]  

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While some of them seemed more than happy to participate —among which Koume and Vaati's joy were evident— Molag chose to be rather vocal about his contrary opinion. Knowing that the red runt was a specially conflicting pup,the shadow prince looked right at him, lowering his head to the kid's level to nudge him roughly and say You haven't the slightest idea, with a sly smile as he challenged, and stepped back to find the field to be desolated by all but Molag.

The rules are simple, if I catch you, you'll have to stay the night in wolfskull cave alone, he explains, talking to the darkness into which the pups had vanished, only if you catch me you will be free to go back to the keep, Unfair? most likely... But Damien needed a way to evaluate the pups' individual potential, and he had a plan of action to make the best out of each one of them.

With the rules laid down and he more than ready to commence he dedicated one last challenging look at Molag, of whom he had little expectations as the runt, and snarled: You better start having fun now...

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He didn't mind the annoyed stares of his siblings, nor did he care for his uncles' words. He was a child who enjoyed being in the spotlight and soaking up all the attention, even if it was for bad reasons. His siblings could play goody two shoes all they wanted, but in the end they would be no different than the rest of the dark filled souls in this forest. Ganon not only wanted to be the best but he also wanted to be different, otherwise he feared he would never be acknowledged.

"I'll win" he boldly shouted back to his uncle as he ran for cover that nearby bushes provided. He was not confident enough in his skills to think that he might win against the trained assassin, but Ganon had an idea that he thought might help him secure a victory at least over his siblings. First thing first though, he had to find one of his littermates if he ever wished to put his plan into action.

[table width=80%][tr][td]Curious yet flaming eyes stared into the darkness. Now that time had passed, she could see the branches that curled around her - she was in their hands now, and they would mask her very existence for as long as she stayed. But, she didn't; not now that the rules were finally revealed. Only if one found Damien? She frowned. She could return to the keep perfectly fine all by herself with the branches by her side and she hoped Damien did not expect her to play this game of his. Why would someone want to find the hunter that preyed on their imprisonment and loneliness? It did not make the least bit of sense to the flame.

With little to no sounds did she retreat farther into the woods. Even when the branches pricked and poked her sides did she keep her mouth - letting them have their way as to not make them snap. Feet barely shuffled and her weight was even on all limbs, making it like she was walking on mere clouds. Ears were pulled apart and fanned over her head so that they did not poke out and her tail was kept pressed against her stomach. Like this, she went from bush to bush, not noticing she was secretly also listening for Damien. Who but the firstborn was amazing enough to find the grim beast that could barely hide his brute form standing behind a tree?[/tr][/td][/table]