Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

[table width=80%][tr][td]Nyx followed swiftly - barely any rustling coming from the woods bedding beneath them as she sought something to focus on other than her brother. When he began explaining what exactly he did on such a patrol, she turned to look at him - slightly intimidated by his fiery eyes for a brief moment. It was strange how she almost trusted Atshen with her life and still did not feel a 100% comfortable near him. It was fair to say that every blackfeather member had some form of what they had; twistedness and a desire to suffer or see suffering. How come she did not know better? She had no idea. Strange - I always thought we did it to protect our home. She commented nonchalantly, truly meaning no harm with her words. She knew not much about patrols, but everything she had seen thus far had not pointed at what her brother was suggesting. Perhaps it was his own style.

Alright then. She agreed, breezy eyes now scanning the ground as they neared the blood-marked borders of their land.[/tr][/td][/table]