Blackfeather Woods dreamcatcher

A crooked grin charmed Sheogorath's face as he listened to Vuk speak. It was inappropriate, perhaps, but hell if he cared — and he doubted very much that she did, either, considering how void of emotion her voice was. There was only one way to get there, and it was a step beyond all the anger and sadness. There was a certain pleasure to seeing another wolf so broken, and he idly wondered where her tastes lay.

Sheogorath hadn't forgotten that Cicero had told her his biggest secret — well, except yours truly — but he didn't feel like being careful would help either of them any. Clearly she had been looking for him. It was almost endearing how dear old Cicero had actually managed to make a friend. Was it the fragility of his confession that had made her trust him so? Or was it how void of emotion Cicero was that had pulled her in, now that she felt the same?

Nevertheless, Sheogorath frowned as she said that she wanted a new name. To no longer be Vuk... He enjoyed the power, the knowledge he could name her as he wished. His eyes sparkled with a liveliness that Cicero had lacked lately, and he asked, then: "A new name. What about your mate, then? Will you leave him behind, too?" He knew that she had not come alone, and he wondered what her thoughts were. He could not suppress a narrow grin when he asked of her — but the tone to his voice made it clear that he was very serious about this request — "... And to prove you are willing to do whatever, hmm... What if I asked you to kill him?" Terich-Mir... Probably the one of the lot that Nemesis had seen some worth in upon joining, but Sheogorath could appreciate Cicero's words with this one. Clearly, Nemesis had been very wrong about this one.