Blackfeather Woods Honey, whatchu waitin’ for? Welcome to my candy store!

@Nemesis @Atshen @Damien @Astrid

On graceful limbs, Malcanthet strode into the Wilds with the confidence coyness of a courtesan. It had been a while since he was out on his own like this. Even so, the young male was close to home, or escorted part of the way. He was left to his own devices, which was not always the best idea for the mischevious flirt. Malcanthet knew he had a duty to uphold, but it did not mean he could have some fun in a new land, with new opportunities, new people.

There was only one familiarity in this land; his Aunt had set up a sect here two years ago, when he was young, and his Uncle had followed afterwards to assist her. His mission was different than theirs, but he did not see the harm in visiting them...if he knew where they were, exactly.

After a bit of wandering aimlessly through the slowly warming land, he thought he found it. It was dark and foreboding, a crumbling House of Usher. But, to him, it simply looked like home. The familiar smell of Miraak filled the air, making the younger Melonii's heart palpatate at the thought of the younger sibling. He had not met Meldresi, her having left when he was but a pup, but Miraak? That was a different matter. With a howl, he summoned his uncle, as well as inadvertently summoning the other members instead.