Deepwood Weald Hehehorf

And how graceful she was! With a delicate squat Nyx let out the golden ink that would mark this place as theirs. Such a paradise, such a Kingdom. They were sure to thrive in this place and their lineage would stand firm for generations. That was the dream.

He took his turn to write his own signature on an elegant tree, but still after finishing the deed Damien felt like something was missing. Too much white... he said thoughtfully as he looked around and found not a single visual aid to make it clear that the place was taken Wouldn't you agree? he turned to Nyx with a quirked brow. The place could, indeed, use some blood and bones.