Blackfeather Woods life is nothing without the pain

He felt his blood boil when his sister refused to carry out his command, melting down his cold stare as a frustrated growl started forming in his chest. Damien simply could not understand that there was truly nothing Potema could do to help Cicero in his current state of panic and rage, but he believed her to have some kind of magic anyway, which served as a base to the belief that she would be able to bring Cicero back. Fear clouded his mind, the prospect of a poison killing his brother being the main object of thought.

Perhaps it hadn't been the best moment for Cicero to attempt an approach. His nipping Damien's ear, for as loving as it was, was met with the growl that had been meant for their sister now stirred away towards him, and an unnecessary and uncontrolled snapping of bared fangs at his face.

Two steps were taken back, with which Damien tried to regain his calm before hurting his brother seriously. That was the last thing he needed in that moment. And his eyes sought his sister with guilt. Guilt that might have come from his impulsive action, or for the way their brother had approached him. It had not been the first time his brother touched him like that.