Blackfeather Woods viva la vida

There was a purpose to his step as gangly limbs carried Sheogorath towards his brother's whereabouts. It had been long, too long, since he had given his ultimatum and he had not heard of @Damien again. Now, on the brink of revolution, seemed as good a time as any to make his point explicitely clear. He had gone without fulfilment for too long and while he enjoyed being in the driver's seat it just wasn't the same without the joy. Relmyna was tended to and left at the den he had made for her when she had first gotten hurt before he had set out to search for a fulfilment of a different kind.

The ghostly figure moved through the dark forest with purpose to his step, very clear in what and who he was looking for, his face coolly neutral — almost like the long-time faded away Cicero — as he followed the trail that would surely lead to his brother's location.

hope you have time <3