Blackfeather Woods the old gods and the new

It worried her greatly; her two closest individuals fighting each other with an intention to kill. Both males were slight experts at it too - one was almost always angry and one had even killed some. While the battle was physically in favour of Damien, Nyx would not allow her brother to be killed - not even with her weird affections for the Forest King. Atshen, while surely the favourite of their mother given the attention and position he had been granted, was not nearly as bad as Nemesis and Nyx considered him an ally more than anything. He was the only family member she was afraid to lose.

She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes as some of Damien's former impulses hit her and she hissed some curse words under her breath as she felt her body getting excited. It was surprising how fast he was to retreat; almost as if he was afraid of hurting her and Atshen was able to scamper away and hide behind his speckled sister. She didn't know why she was the one saving him every now and then after all that had happened between the two but was certainly happy she did. She raised her head to look at the anger-filled vessel of Damien, glaring at him in a determined way. She liked him whenever he was not angry, but seeing him like this brought a strange sensation she wasn't fond of.

Damien spat a command she was not about to follow, but before she could protest her injured brother spoke. Her eyebrows raised in shock at his words but she didn't dare and look away. She focused on Damien's muscled chest, her eyes trailing upwards to his cold yet flaming eyes filled with unexplained hatred for her brother and, perhaps, soon a hate for her too. As much as she appreciated Atshen's words, she would not allow a single drop of blood to spill between the two under her watch ever again. Do not make promises I will not allow you to keep. She breathed in sharply. None will die but one who is not present.