Blackfeather Woods Black as night. Cold as winter.

Maybe @Kenneth would like to hop in? I'm so interested to see what their reactions on eachother would be :o

A day, dark as it would only happen during the worst days of spring made the forest even more gloomy than any other day. Damien liked the feel it added to the place, the sensation of solitude enhanced and the fluttering of the birds above which made you feel watched. It was spooky, but only for those who weren't acustomed to the aura of the forest. Damien had been born in it. It was just home.

Damien's interactions with Potema had come to a minimum, not because he didn't love her anymore, but because he felt useless by her side unlike Cicero or Meldresi would. He couldn't heal his sister like them, but he would find a way to avenge her. He would find whoever had done it and he would make sure it didn't happen again. That's the way he would be more useful.

There was a huge suspect in the whole situation, everyone had seen the way Grimnir had threatened Potema that day during the group gathering, and Damien was smart enough to connect the threads of the web this situation had created. He was starting to act more like one of Mephala's spiders.

He moved through the shadows, using them on his favor to go unnoticed. He was looking for the bastard again. Grimnir had been absent for a few days now, and the search for him got even more frustrating as the days passed by. He decided that his scent was still strong enough, he hadn't left the forest, he was hiding. Coward.