The Heartwood man was born to sin, set him free and he will be a sinner

sorry guys i forgot it was my turn ;_;

Run, she says. Flee. A weakling's act. He shakes his head with a low, gruff snarl audible on his tongue. "We do not run." If Blackfeather Woods -- if he -- is to die, he will be doing so on his own grounds. He will die amongst the shadows he was born out of, and his bones will rest with those of his grandmother's in the glen of blood-red roses. Vaati Clavicus Melonii is not a coward, after all. 

Resting most of his weight on the shoulder of Hydra's keen sister, he nods once in parting to the woman who had once, some 15 minutes ago, been his enemy. How easy it was to forget what bad blood lied between them while they shared something mutual to invest their hate in. Of course, he could never forget how she had hunted him down for months, leaving him waiting for death in a state of perpetual anxiety for more than half his childhood in days. But was there not a curious saying to keep friends close and enemies even closer? Vaati had no friends, so enemies would have to do, he figured.

Casting his glance down to the woman of equal, void-like fur to her carnivorous sister, he wonders who she is to want to jump at the chance to guide him home; what is her motive? Nevertheless, he is in no position to refuse and aided by her, begins the long, humiliating trek home to the dark woods.