Blackfeather Woods here on the nineteenth floor, the neon lights make me calm

Vaati steps past his younger brother's disobedient place at the borders where the scent of a stranger lingered, a situation he had specifically expressed they not land themselves in. He shoots them only a disapproving glance, them both knowing that he had previously barred them from venturing near the bloodied line until the threat of war ceased, but otherwise allowing them to remain watchful as the Dark Master conducted his business. They would need to learn anyhow, if they were ever to inherit their own placement in the woods. He had arrived just in time and at a comfortable distance to hear the stranger speak of a particular talent the yearling deemed quite odd, but all the more intruiging. He had never heard that one before come from a loner's mouth, spoken as if the other had already lived within the woods and adopted its signature ideaology. Stepping fully from the shadows, Vaati pauses before the other, ears flickering with intentive curiosity. "You take eyes, huh?" Well, it was an interesting commodity. As Aries suggested, there was a certian satsfaction in taking what wasn't yours to take. An eye, a limb, a tongue, a head; there was something about the act in itself that showed a display of power to the tortuer that one could not achieve anywhere else. It was a sign of utmost cruelty and an unparralled strong mind, if one had the mental resilience to accept what they had done. It was these kinds of souls the dark woods needed, the ones they favoured, the kind they used to have and would now look only to accept as they grew stronger and increasingly lethal. The kind that held no transgressions about what needed to be done, acted on no hesitance to commit the most barbaric of deeds. "Would you take eyes in service of us?" Vaati proposes the idea to the other's consious, wondering if the skill the stranger offered could be put to use by his command. Those who arrived at their borders with an already instilled sense of chaos were wildcards in his book, for they often ran on their own agenda. They already knew what they wanted and who they wanted to take it from, and perhaps, were more deadly than what the woods could make them into. He could see the man before him becoming a valueable asset to the dark woods, if the other had the mind to follow orders and submit his skills to Vaati's will.