Kintla Flatlands Tiptoeing through the tulips

The white woman spoke with suave, a trying attempt to conceal the fright beneath the surface. In the eyes of Blackfeather law, Aeronwyn was a traitor, and the family she served, and enemy. Therefore, duty called to draw blood from the woman, regardless of her lack of care for a woman who had come under their dark wings for a meagre two weeks. What she wanted was information, any stipulation that Malice and the old man still lived for her to be their end. But her words were met with sarcasm, defiance, as if her command was not serious enough. Aeronwyn could grow fond of Malice all she wanted, the white woman would not be leaving without injury, or without giving Nemesis the smallest clue to what she desired to know. Each sound the other made was the equivalent of nails across a chalkboard to her, but she simply smiled, knowing that the other was fruitfully unaware of the idiocy she was displaying. But the latter of words was the last straw, and the time called for blood to be won and lost; Nemesis would not be leaving without it.

“Oh, won't I?” She pouted all to briefly before havoc was ensued. She did not care where Burke and Malice resided at that moment in time nor the lies the other spoke of their state, but she did care that a message of her unrelenting and unforgiving hostility be relayed back to wherever they sought refuge. They would never be safe, no matter where they tried to flee, no matter where they attempted to hide. She lunged, and she gave no mercy, laying upon the pale female what was months of anger and years of regret. Betrayal was a nasty thing, but Nemesis' vengeance knew no bounds. In the end, a mere toe was left over in evidence of Aeronwyn's return, leaving a blood trail she would surely follow as long as she could in her state. The other had done some damage too, however, had given her the greatest clue of them all and the biggest mistake Burke's confident could have given. Their family was broken. Whether the news of Burke and his bastard son's death was verified or not, it was clear that their family had not recovered from their captivity in Blackfeather Woods; they were either far too desperate to keep themselves hidden or the white woman had not lied, and Malice was alone in the world. Either way, her spark was renewed. Her hate would not be abated, and her thirst for the blood of the family on her tongue for all they had cost her was restored. Aeronwyn could return to their home, assuring the Rochester clan that their family was all well and safe, but with a woman like Nemesis on their back, they were not or would ever be safe again. Who would?