Blackfeather Woods My mistakes were made for you

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The memories kick in, like a fast film full of sensations, sounds and feelings, as he brushes his nose over a coyote skull placed over the heavily scented line of blood that bordered the dark forest. None of those memories involved the bloody borders but he sure liked the touch of mystery it added to the whole setup. Nostalgia was an appropriate word to describe what he was starting to feel, but it never came to materialize for his thoughts were shattered by the black beauty that turned out to be his host.

Blackfeather Woods had improved in more than suspense and theatricality.

You don't sound surprised... says the male across the red line in a deep, charming voice. At first, before looking closely, Bane had thought he'd been greeted by Meldresi herself and the beating in his heart became uneasy. But against this female there was nothing for Bane to fear. Though she bore the dark mark on her shoulder, she was unknown to Bane as much as he probably was to her, and that was an advantage he needed if he wanted to learn how Blackfeather Woods had evolved since his sudden departure. He needed an insider.

It looks like your pack has a lot to offer, he purrs as his full-moon eyes shift from the skull to scan over the female's figure teasingly. He couldn't quite tell, but Bane was almost sure that the Dark Sister was oblivious as to who she was dealing with. He knew the Tenets, and he knew that he would be labelled a traitor by the Dark Brotherhood if they found out that he was back. They would surely send for his head, but that was not enough of a reason to give up on coming back.

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