Blackfeather Woods waiting on the edge of night

Warmer caramel eyes stared at the breezy eyes of The Night. Nyx doubted the inky raven was concerned by their bloodmarked borders, for any who dared tread closer to their woods must have a stomach that kept things in with even the most gruesome images. If there was anything the brotherhood had in common, it was that. Still, even when this all went through the young lady's mind, not a nerve flickered - not a speckle moved upon her face. This is a forest. She replied rather jokingly irritated to test the other. I do not offer my services for nothing, but time I have plenty if that is what you need from me. She made clear, straightening her neck just a bit higher.