Blackfeather Woods my sun and stars

I think I lost track of the post order here so f* it
I guess the oreos can post whenever they want..?

With that the topic was put to rest for the time being. The arrangements had been made as far as they could with Astrid being still so young, and Damien was content with what he'd attained. He'd been promised a future, for his bloodline to be extended further, securely, and he wanted no more. As though they were his own, Damien watched Nemesis' brood with pride. This was what Blakfeather Woods yearned for, and now Mephala had torn fate to their benefit.

"Zymel," he suggested looking at the one Nemesis had indicated was the firstborn. "Born of the storm," he explained, knowing the conditions of their birth. Then his eyes traveled to the second son, curled within his mother's embrace, and said "Vaekar," with conviction. A warrior, a guardian, and Damien could only think of Kove when he saw his resemblance to the Dark Brother. "Fierce like his father," he anticipated. The third one was an oddball, Damien could tell, driven away from the small meeting by his own interests. Something about Abraxas reminded him of himself, something good (in his terms), in his eyes, in his stare, and that alone deserved some recognition. "Dagon, like my namesake," he suggested, feeling pride wash over him as he watched the pup find his way around the den.

But his focus fell upon the last one again, the one whose presence Damien would always notice from that point onward. Astrid, and like the others Damien had a perfect name for her. "Nyx, the embodiment of night," he suggested with full certainty. That one needed no further explanation, her image spoke for itself. To Damien -and those who believed deities in other cultures to be interpretations of the Daedric princes themselves- Nyx was another name for Nocturnal, ruler of night and darkness. The name of a goddess.