«Return of the Shadow Sire»

Rubs hands, so excited for this!!

Burke was just having a moment of rest with all the chaos around him. The tornado had done quite some damage, and was still flooding half of Black Feather's western flank. The stench and gasses were sure to kill all plants that grew there, maybe even trees. It would take a long time before their woods had fully recovered. The Dark King hated that the winds had made holes in the canopy of the dark forest. They would grow back, in time. The tank of a male lifted his head when he heard a howl. His heart stopped for a moment. A fellow brother! The one that had the same mark as him. Old memories flooded through Burke, how he just joined Black Feather himself, and how he looked up at the Brotherhood. How he secretly wanted Meldresi for himself.

Sithis, Look at him now. He was The Dark King of these woods and The Dark Priestess was his mate. Burke got to his feet, getting into a trot, a regal trot. The immense tank of a male appeared from the shadows, stepping over the strong scenting borders. His borders. They scented of him too. "I hope you know that you have been labeled as a traitor, Brother," he spoke, though Burke was grinning. When Slade left, for some reason, Burke hadn't been a brother yet. Now he was a Priest, and a Spy. The King of the Brotherhood. Things had changed indeed. Burke held his head high, used to his position in the upper rank. He had been a Beta for Black Feather a long time. "Slade. I must say that it is a surprise."