Blackfeather Woods My mistakes were made for you

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The woman leans in, eyes searching for the optics of the other, pacing a step forward but she chuckles a light and sweet hum, amused if not knowing. She was a woman who had been taught to decive and had done so before, and she would not break when faced with a pretty face. She had done much harder things before. "I don't think so," Her tail swishes as she stands up, pivoting to make her leave. If games was his only reason for his visit, she had more important matters to concern herself with. The dark mistress would not oblige the mockery of an educated outsider, one who could have very well been a traitor. He was someone of which she had not heard of, and she knew better than anyone that what was unsaid was something left in the dark for good reason.

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