Blackfeather Woods Don't put it in your mouth

[table width=80%][tr][td]Curious yet flaming eyes stared into the darkness. Now that time had passed, she could see the branches that curled around her - she was in their hands now, and they would mask her very existence for as long as she stayed. But, she didn't; not now that the rules were finally revealed. Only if one found Damien? She frowned. She could return to the keep perfectly fine all by herself with the branches by her side and she hoped Damien did not expect her to play this game of his. Why would someone want to find the hunter that preyed on their imprisonment and loneliness? It did not make the least bit of sense to the flame.

With little to no sounds did she retreat farther into the woods. Even when the branches pricked and poked her sides did she keep her mouth - letting them have their way as to not make them snap. Feet barely shuffled and her weight was even on all limbs, making it like she was walking on mere clouds. Ears were pulled apart and fanned over her head so that they did not poke out and her tail was kept pressed against her stomach. Like this, she went from bush to bush, not noticing she was secretly also listening for Damien. Who but the firstborn was amazing enough to find the grim beast that could barely hide his brute form standing behind a tree?[/tr][/td][/table]