Blackfeather Woods i fear no evil; the shadow is mine and so is the valley

she lowers herself into a submissive posture as he approaches, and he bares his teeth at her all the same, muscles pulling taunt. and then he relaxes, accepting her wordless apology and submission. he is appeased and takes a few steps back to re-establish comfortable distance between them once more. though wintersbane will not forget her transaction of disrespect he forgives it only because she amends herself. were she to test him again her flesh would meet the sharp piercing sting of his teeth.

for a beast that hated and oft rebelled against authority as a cub he sure did revere it as an adult.

she makes a proposition then and he is amused. he can't help but be. secrets are what mephala treasures above all else, and the tundrian serves the night mother ( primarily ). adding another secret to his collection would surely appease the daedra prince. you have yourself a deal, wintersbane replies in a smooth rasp, a grin curling at the corner of his lips as he reclines back upon his haunches. he sorts through his 'secrets' plucking a harmless one from the 'lesser' secret category. he had some that might be damning if they ever came to light. those secrets were for the night mother and her alone. there are a few he could tell her: confess just the extent of his feelings towards the listener — though if anyone was observant enough it wouldn't be much of a secret at all — and then there was his fight with mallaidh.

recently, i was ...reunited with my sister, reunited sound too friendly for the interaction but it was the only word in his vernacular that conveyed the meeting. she said something unforgivable to me and i attacked her. part of me wanted to kill her. maybe part of him still does for her words still sting, even now, when he thinks of them. his secret given he looks to her expectantly.

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