Ravensblood Forest Death and all her friends

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So they finally came, Arturo thinks as he hears the call, the unfamiliar summons for those that follow the unidentified her. He had ominously predicted this. He had not held onto any sort of hope that they were the type to forgive and forget. Arturo Fearghal was no fool and if Dakarai’s words of their savagery were to be believed he had made the wise decision by holding onto his grim suspicion. Lotte greets them, and for a moment his eyes of burning, defiant sunset focus upon his nightingale’s back before he draws alongside her, so that they stand: shoulder to shoulder. He does not like that she is here: facing the seven as they melt out of the shadows. He does not want her to risk the lives of their children that live within her womb. He hopes that should the worst come to pass that she will leave him and seek sanctuary somewhere safe; the gangster has no designs of dying. Not tonight. Not for many, many years to come. He almost smirks. He has talked himself out of worse. Skellige had been a far more powerful threat than the ebony woman he assumed to be the leader. Then again, the gangster is a man that believes that leaders should settle things between them. The six gathered behind her did little to intimidate the Fearghal. It was a show of her force but the fact that she needed six to support her also did little to impress him. He does not call for the others. He would feel better if Lotte departed deeper into the Wood but he will does not ask her to. She is the Queen of Teaghlaigh and she has every right to be here as he does. If The Family masses behind it’s king and queen it will not be of his doing but their own.

Arturo is a diplomatic beast but not because he believes in peace. Peace is false. Life is not peaceful. It is chaos. It is filled with storms: some minor and some major. Some that he barely notices and others that rage with all of their might. No, Arturo does not care for the lie of peace. He is diplomatic because he seeks one thing. Control. He is not surprised to find Blackfeather Woods at their doorstep. He is calm though his ire at Dakarai and Olive rekindles and seethes. This is their doing. This is their fault; and if things did not go in a favorable way for Teaghlaigh: that would be their fault as well. Their stupidity had cost them and now it has come seeking to take from Teaghlaigh. Like an exasperated father Arturo is left to clean up after his children, wondering if it is truly worth it knowing that when he is finished here he will deal with them and dole out their consequences which had, so suddenly, became inevitable.

At his queen’s side Arturo remains impassive, his gaze touching each wolf gathered, assessing, planning. He does not speak. Instead, as rules of conduct dictate: will allow the aggrieved party to speak first so they may explain why they have come, and what they expected to gain from it because surely they did not come with the intention to converse.

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