Blackfeather Woods the story of a ship

*isnotAtshen* *bargesinanyway*

Atshen was Dark Master now.

Miraak was not sure how to react to that.

Atshen was no leader. He was a soldier, through and through. Put a soldier in charge with no leader to give them orders,
where would they go? What would they do? Miraak knew that he had to command the man as best he could, push him in the right direction. The boy had no brain within him to lead himself, let alone all of the Dark Brotherhood.

How would he be able to lead the knew recruits, like the starving woman before him. He had heard her call, but lingered deep in the shadows of the forest, watching her for her reaction to the bodies of those wolves who had dared trespassed. Some were frightened of them, and those he ran off. But she? He was amused by her and her thin frame. What kind of wolf starved in spring? Was she expecting them to feed her, for no reason at all?

If you are feeling so inclined, these bodies are free for the taking, he quipped, removing himself from the darkness of the forest. A smirk graced his features. The crows and ravens have left them alone for the moment, His head tipped upwards to regard the cawing creatures above in the canopies and in the sky.