Blackfeather Woods I can't convince you

@Damien ♥ short to start off :))

To the Redgrove she went to calm down and bath in the few of many rays of sun - even though here they were in higher numbers than wherever she went in the dark woods. Blackfeather woods was a good name to call it, she then noticed, seeing that even many feathers decorated the bedding of blood-red bushes. She had noticed them before but had never really paid any attention to the fact that many ravens liked to leave feathers in the time of their stay. Rather strange, she found, as the black eyes stared at her from atop the trees. She scoffed arrogantly, even though she steered clear from the middle of the grove. She wasn't scared of them, she simply felt uncomfortable lying there in the open without the protection of real "woods" with all those eyes on her. So, she laid her midnight form down to relax for a moment. It felt like ages ago that she had gotten some time for herself, and now that they had re-claimed the woods and returned it to its rightful owner, it seemed only earned that she got a day off.

Resting had never even crossing Damien's busy mind. While their comeback had been relatively easy, Astrid ad Damien still had tons of work to ensure their stability in power, and despite the idle tendencies of Blackfeather Woods past few moons there was no reason to lower their guard. Nemesis' trail had faded days ago, her location and reasons to leave were still unknown and rather suspicious, so the reclaiming Dark Master and his appointed Speaker had loads to worry about.

With that in mind, and with a rushed gait Damien followed his night-flower's trail down to the Redgrove. It was suspiciously silent in contrast with the constant fluttering of blackbirds that had always reigned over the blood-stained meadow. He found her laying on what seemed a premeditated distance from the open center of the grove, scuffing about something like she always seemed to be, and without a second thought Damien made his approach. His greeting came in the form of a growl, a gentle, purr-like sound that communicated his delight to find her mingled with his displeasure to find her in such state of tranquility.

What are you doing? he speaks in a hurried voice, standing there, staring down at Nyx in perplexion.

She couldn't shake the feeling that everything had happened too fast - that Nemesis' absence had been too easy. As much as Nyx despised her, she could not deny that the woman had spirit and a strange loyalty to the woods alone. Not only that, but she seemed to have taken none of her brothers with her, wherever she had gone. It was as if she had simply vanished, caught by the wind and blown to where she wouldn't be a bother to the two anymore. This didn't seem like her style.

Not many could surprise Nyx, but when the purring from behind her broke the silence of the woods her ears flicked curiously. How Damien had been able to sneak up on her, she had no idea. She blamed the birds' evil, staring eyes for distracting her - or perhaps Damien really was a shadow. She shifted her form, looking behind and up to find him. Simply thinking. She answered. Victory has come easy to us this time... She went on, concern finding a way into her slightly accented voice. Too easy? She questioned with a light frown.

While his approach had been anxious Nyx's response to Damien's question seemed to be in perfect tune with his obvious concern. It had the right effect on him, instead of enhancing the preoccupation and sparking panic within him, her voice soother his worries and managed to calm him down. The fact that Nyx felt the same way as him meant that he was not imagining things, and most importantly, that he was not alone to get through it.

Yet still there is something in the air, something cold and electrifying that Damien cannot ignore. He looks around over his shoulder, an ear flickers at the fluttering above and his hackles seem to want to raise at the slightest of flicks reaching his ears. He feels watched, he feels threatened and he cannot shake the feeling off.

Indeed, he agrees, making himself some space next to Nyx in a sphynx-like position. He looks around once more, ensuring their privacy before turning his cold gaze to Nyx for a moment and continuing in a slightly more hushed voice. I don't know who I can trust anymore, he admits suddenly, and elaborates as his voice grows dimmer: my siblings, your siblings, my uncle... All of them have been acting odd lately. Even Kove's silence is nerve-wrecking, he says, and no lies come through his lips. Each wolf in Blackfeather Woods, even before Nemesis' disappearance had been behaving as though there was something to hide, and while their pack wasn't one known for being particularly truthful and open, in Damien's specific position not knowing everyone's secrets was potentially a death sentence.

Her cheeks couldn't help but glow as Damien settled beside her, yet she remained calm. It wasn't like they had never been this close to each other, right? Still, Damien did not seem like himself today; as if he was afraid of being followed or something? Did he know something she didn't, or was he going a little crazy because of what she had said the moment after Atshen took over? She wanted to ask, but found the issue to be a little too personal.

Well, then you should not trust them. Your gut acts as a second brain, you know? She adviced, feeling that same gut feeling every now and then. Then a thought came up; while he had not mentioned her, and she held the position that was to act as another extension of himself, did he trust her? Do you feel like you can trust me? She asked carefully. Or was it just because she had been one of the few to support his claim?