Blackfeather Woods My mistakes were made for you

It is the desperation in his voice and the fall of his face that procures her amusement, and she halts, turning around once again with a coy smile playing on her lips. "This is your definition of fun?" Her tone embarkes on a suprised disinterest, as if she expects more of him. She scoffs, "You are going to need to try harder than that to get any information out of me." But it is almost a dare, a dare to see how far he might go to get the words he wanted to hear. And admittedly, Nemesis did not care enough anymore to not give it to him. Her time in the dark woods was souring by the day, and she had little interest in staying much longer. She did not share their secrets any longer, and she grew to feel less inclined to keep them.