Greatwater Lake When remembering a life lost

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Granted permission to PP Atshen.

Commotion at her borders was not uncommon. In the event trouble transpired, she sent her Raven, her judge of souls to collect the heartbeats of those who he deemed unnecessary to the race of survival. Abraxas was skilled in every form, so she paid no mind to the impending threat of trespassers upon her land. However, as snarls broke the air, both of her own son and then threat at hand, she did not hesitate to break at a run, travelling to the border with growing concern. In the near distance she heard a shout, an attempt to halt the foolish woman's course; she had passed over the line. A cruel upturn of the corners of her mouth developed in a wicked smile from the Dark Mistress, it a reason to end the fight with blood, and with justification. While the same could not be said for the unnamed man, who she seconds later did she identify as branded traitor Dakarai; she would find reason enough to draw his blood and would not leave without.

She did not care for Dakarai. She had not noticed when he left. However, she cared for her son. And so she brought her other son to the battlefield, the son of unparalleled fury and little restraint. With her she summoned @Miraak, a man she knew desired his redemption and had the capabilities to do it. But she was not concerned for the safety of her troupe. Quite the opposite, Dakarai had proved useless to Blackfeather Woods, an underachiever, of no worth to the Dark Brotherhood in the slightest. She had no reason to believe that his decision to pick a fight would inflict dangerously upon her own. A man with no skill was lesser than minuscule in the face of her, and her kin. Dissolving all that was scum about the earth was what they were trained to do, what Dakarai would have been trained to do had he not run a coward in the face of supremacy. One glance about the scene told her all she needed to know, and she did not hesitate to front her own assault. Her target was the man himself, not his weakling bride, for it was him and him only who dared to return to the place of his abandonship. “Don’t play games with us, Dakarai,” She gave one verbal warning; a warning of the tricky line he threatened to cross, of the cautionary and hazardous road he was about to go down. “You don’t play a game you know you can’t win,” she could not help but to mock, or was it a persuasion, for it was not only his own life but the one of his beloved he hung in the balance of life and death and Nemesis had little desire to prove and prove again to an ignorant man that he stood no chance against them. 

But that was not the end of her assault, not in the slightest.

A snarl developed within the fire-lit depths of her being and cracked her maw as she sprung, launching herself at the neck of the dark man, determined and attempting to lock him within her jaws to force a surrender. From her peripherals, she could only see the molten orange eyes of her son, advancing behind the Dakarai, poised to strike and so he did, attempting and aiming to follow his mother's attack from behind. In that moment, she was in little mind to decapitate him though he rightfully deserved, but should he refuse a simple surrender, she would attempt just that. It did not need to be harder than it needed to be; many of the simple minded beings such as the two pair before her did not understand that. They were clearly in no physical state and skill to be imposing a battle upon the borders of a pack collectively trained to kill. Instead, it was the principle of respect, and the Dark Mistress would have her way, after all, it was her lands that his wife had dared to cross. If Dakarai did not accept defeat when acceptance was necessary, it would not be him, but his mate what she would take within her trap of a jaw and clench between her fangs until there was nothing left to attach head to body.

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