Blackfeather Woods silence & I

It wasn't surprising for Damien to hear that Nemesis did not trust him. She was right not to, but she was smarter to know how much she and Damien were alike. Both of them were probably the only ones who would have the balls to do something about Malice, and yet she had come to him instead of acting on her own. That had to mean something more.

"Very well," he spoke after she acknowledged that both of them shared a common interest without necessarily liking each other completely. Then she revealed that she had been thinking about balking Malice's attempt to prove her worth once she birthed, and Damien snorted at the comment. "If you want to be discreet, then I can be discreet... But you're thinking too small..." said Damien, suggesting he had an even better plan.

In that moment he looked down to scratch the earth with his claws, and looked around proudly, "This pack is yours as much as it is mine..." commented Damien suggestively, "Though I'm not so sure about Burke anymore..." there he paused with an ambitious look. What he was about to say next would imply a leap of faith on both Malice and the rest of the Brotherhood. While Damien did not yet bear the Dark Mark on his shoulder, he felt more that ready to step up and claim what had always been his to hold. Nemesis had proven herself loyal to the Brotherhood, the Night Mother and most importantly, to Meldresi, without mentioning her satisfying performance as a leader. She was his equal, and for as much as he hated to admit it, Damien needed Nemesis on his side this time.

"I think it's time Burke hands down the crown... To us."