Blackfeather Woods sins not tragedies

It was not the first bird to suffer at the hands of Nemesis' brood. 

She observed Abraxas with the same icy silence he gave to the birds. She knew that nothing would deter him from his intent, and she had no interest in getting herself in deeper trouble. So far her children have been spared, but she knew for sure that that levity could be ended without a moment's hesitation.

So she watched. But not without malice. The witch muttered a chant under her breath, the Daedric tongue dripping like venom from her half closed mouth and hidden fangs. They, Abraxas and Atshen, would not go unpunished.