Blackfeather Woods A message that must be shared

Expressionless eyes fixed on the silhouette that was his sister walking away until it disappeared behind the forms of nature; and then kept staring at the same place she had been seen last. He wanted to run, chase her and tell her that she couldn't leave, that she belonged in Blackfeather Woods and that she would find nothing out there, but he didn't, he couldn't. Those thoughts, he knew were not true, were only product of his own selfish desires to keep the people he'd grown with (for as little as he really knew about them) around him like possessions. But Kendra needed to find herself, for she too, had known little more in her life than loss.

Damien wanted to believe his brother, that she would be back, but his past experiences differed from that whimsical idea. That had been the last time he'd ever see his little sister, and it hurt him. Cicero was there to comfort him, but like a gargoyle Damien showed no response to his affectionate gestures.

"We must follow her, make sure she doesn't get herself in danger" said his deep voice anxiously as the selflessness yielded to corrupt thoughts and his feet started pulling him towards the gone girl. Kendra wouldn't even know, Damien and Cicero could blend with the shadows to follow her steps, and in case she took too long to return Damien would drag her back home where she belonged.