Blackfeather Woods no fear but i think i'm falling

The day was drawing near. Cicero had not seen @Potema since that fateful day, for he knew that she would not wish to see whatever form of him. He did not remember and thus did not know how much she knew of Sheogorath, but he assumed it was nothing. He had never told anyone of his condition, although the itch to tell @Damien was crawling nearer every day. What would his insane brother make of it, anyway? Probably not much, and it may be a relief to tell someone; anyone. And relief was good, any form or shape, for it kept the beast away.

His paws longed to wander but his heart kept him rooted within the walls of Blackfeather Woods. He would lurk and watch some of them from the shadows but ultimately he stayed away from most. He found solace in what little poisons Sheogorath had stored up, found peace in the pain. He wondered at times if he enjoyed the pain so much because he was such a sinful creature through and through; as though he thought he deserved this somehow. Or perhaps the Gods had made him so for their own twisted pleasures and means, so that he would become so sinful, just like they desired.

Cicero had brought Damien some food, though he had been greeted by hisses and he had not had the feeling that his brother had recognised him at all. When he returned from the maze he saw the worried look upon @Relmyna's face as she greeted him. She knew that he was different. He knew that she knew. Cicero could not bring himself to face her or to ask her about her story. Perhaps because then she would know too much about his. He looked away and turned her help away, paws carrying him towards Wolfskull where he knew they had two captives. He yearned to set them free but knew he must not, for Fox had been his prisoner — Sheogorath's — but @Cassiopeia and @Cyron were someone else's. He had brought half a scrawny rabbit as he poked head round the corner to see if they were awake.

anyone welc!