Blackfeather Woods oh devil

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The dark woman had little left to give Blackfeather Woods. The times spend attempting to prove her capability was better spent actually doing so, and alas, that too had grown a chore; she had very little will left to hold up a pack that did not want her support, not even after all she had done for it. Still they praised the ground Damien walked upon, even after his abandonment in the dead of winter, leaving them without a leader and rendering them unguided. She had been there to mend the gap, to take hold the mantle Damien had been too irresponsible to handle. She had seen then through the season of despair, and had time and time again put the wieght of their survival upon her shoulders. Still, they held no regard for her, and as time passed by, the duty she felt was replaced by a bitter taste of befoulment in the face of those who continually scorned her. And perhaps, rightfully so.

The wraith, amid all that occured however, could not distract her thoughts from the pale demon that had placed himself upon her borders not that long ago, and she allowed herself time each day to gaze jut beyond the borders, hoping to catch a mere glimpse of the man himself. However, she was pulled from her path as the blur of a russet patch of fur flickered in the peripherals of her vision, tearing her attention away from the matters of her most inner temptations. It was a child of Potema, gazing at the bloodline that seperated the outside world from their desolate corner of the earth.

"The remenants of foolish mistakes," She explains without batting an eye to the child, steely optic zeroed in on the unrecogniseable skull of her sister that was currenty being toyed with by the boy. Her children had too been as curious as Potema's young, once upon a time when the barbaric reality of their world was not as fully realised. But he would learn soon, if he did not grasp the concept of his family's occupation already; Ganondorf was a Melonii, and perhaps just as self-destructive as his realitives. He too will grow to become what the dark woods demanded, born in the darkness and moulded by it. But she would not be there to watch her world become overun by bastard children, children who would undoubtbly topple the kin of her's that remained within the woods post her own departure.

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