Blackfeather Woods Night of the Living Dead

Just a reminder, there are NO ROUNDS to keep it going ;)

 

She smiled at her child who offered the decomposed skull of someone she could not remember if she killed or not. While the offering was of an unusual nature, she was pleased all the same. It was the determination she seen in the boy to outmatch an adult that kept her grinning. As others came to sit in her company, it was the possessive nature her husband had gather upon seeing her among other men that allowed her smile to continue, a feeling of want that she had seldom relieved in some time. As Kove took his place beside her, she waited only moments until the rest gathered and from there, eyes scanned the loyal. A question of their presence united that night was called out, and she met with an equivalent answer in the sense that she was was impatient as they. "Tonight, we welcome those who have found sanctuary in our woods, and commend their courage," Their woods was no place for the weak, as many had come to know and gone. She gave them more credit than they deserved, but in secret of course. It seemed so long ago did she nervously tiptoe up to the dark woods ruled by the Priestess Meldresi and the Faux King, Burke, at the time. So much had happened, not only to her but the pack as a whole. They had outgrown the old man, and with that, a new era of Blackfeather Woods was born. The revolution was something not to be forgotten, and neither was the tales and fables of all they pledged to; the Night Mother, Mephala and of Sithis. 

"And so, I invite those who know of our culture and it's deities to share what they know in the presence of those who do not," Her eyes fell on Potema as she spoke this, before flickering to Cicero and Damien with hope one would take up the reigns on the topic of their birthright. While Nemesis knew, she did not know in the way they did, the way they had been taught since birth. Yet, the dark woman herself had many entertaining stories about the slut, Malice that she could easily craft into some lame horror story to frighten the children if the time called for it. Speaking of the children, she nudged each closer to her body as they arrived, even Atshen who did not put up a fight in the presence of his beloved mother; even when all four children vied for her undivided attention.