Ravensblood Forest Death and all her friends

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Various wolves of rank step forward, but her words do not flow until she stands face to face with the leader at hand, for it is the accountability of the regining commander she calls into question. Namely: what type of ruler let their subordinates spark war with children in their womb? Nemesis had long since questioned the maturity of both Dakarai and Olive, but now, as she stood on the borders of the home of her wrongdoers, she called into question the authority of its leader, and wether or not to take his subordinate's actions as an offense against the Brotherhood as a whole. 

 "I'm sure we need no introduction,"  She speaks with an authority as endarkened as the coat that surrounds her, as if the brutaility of the dark forest had latched on and riddled itself within the very makeup of her ambiance. By now, she has little doubt that the news of their impending arrival would have reached the consious of all that lived behind their enemies' borders, for those on the other side stand intense if not expectant. Their presence speaks for itself, and imposing, that it was. It brings a a ghost of what could have been a bittersweet smile to her lips, upon the knowledge that their arrival is not downplayed. The wolves of Teaghlaigh have come to fear an enemy that they could only understand through the words of two fools, and it was assurance enough that her demands would be taken with sincerity.

"The disrespect shown by your subordinates, not once but twice does not sit well with us," It did not sit well with her. Nemesis not given much thought as to the opinions of the rest on the matter, but they had followed her nonetheless; she assumed their interests lied in preserving the Blackfeather image. An image that spoke nothing of unrequited forgiveness, but the deliverance of justice and the hand from which punishment was inflicted. Perhaps, Dakarai's abandonment of their home could have been forgotten, as uneventuful as it was, but it was pure idiocity that he had chosen to return. It was as if his actions begged to be corrected. . .

"It does not help that the same subordinate in question attempted to murder my son on our own borders," Perhaps she was reaching, but the seriousness of the predicament was still the same. They had assaulted her child, and it was inexcuseable. It was something she could not let go. But just as she pauses, her tone takes a divet, omnious, resilient, grave and just as cold. Unrelenting just as the brutal truth of what is to come; something that the wolves of Teaghlaigh cannot wait out, again. "These events are unforgiveable," 

"In penace, and in the place of threats that do not need to be made just yet. . .

Her eyes land unwavering on the opposing Alpha's optics, as the object of her wrath comes to mind with hint of amusement in her eyes.

"-- we want her," It does not take much to understand who she speaks of. It is simple irony that their arrival should take place just days before the birth of Olive's children, but nonetheless, fate. Teaghlaigh was but a small blip on their collective radar of hostile interaction, true, but what they got in return was never forgotten; it had been too long since they held their last captive within their Web, one with future thralls to their children verged on a commodity than a nuisence. The fact that Teaghlaigh would never oblige was simply a plus.

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