Blackfeather Woods Send shivers down my spine

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Astrid speaks with a simmering fury that Nemesis knows all to well, a trait that will undoubtely be prominemt in generations to come; Astrid was no acception. "You speak of my illusions but there you go again, spitting out your childish fortells of what you think you know," Her words came with a sharp tsk tsk of a nod, but the vivid movements were riddled with something dark, something that assured havok that was not to be toyed with. Her gaze as sharp as knives befalls upon the girl, staring at her with an unparalled intensity and disgust; a hair-raising feature the dark woman had come to coin as the early signs of bloodlust. "And I suppose your clear view is becoming Damien's whore while you pick around the fantasies of his power," It was an insult to everything Nemesis had hoped she would become, and disgraced everything she had hoped to give. Little did the obsidian girl know, the catalyst of Damien's bond with her was something other than love: a deal. Nemesis had little problem in making the case known, if Astrid dared to push her to that level; revealing that all that Damien would ever feel for her was not born out of passion but a contract devided and brokered by the Dark Mistress herself. Astrid's one true love, devised and culled by the ever-impending mother she would never be able to shake free; it was a fact that brought her more satisfaction than it should have but satisfaction worthy for the semi-barbaric title she was associated with. The girl would learn, no matter how many bridges Nemesis needed to break in order to bring some humility to the mistake she made.

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