Blackfeather Woods out of sight

Maybe for @Damien and @Shego ? :D

Lakhesis studied the mark she had made on the pale rock, one forepaw lifted to her chest as blood dripped from the wound there. The red liquid was smeared across the stone's surface, and the witch tried to decipher the message, though it was obvious by the frustrated expression on her face that she was having no success. Usually, the meaning was clear as day but, at the moment, the marking was as puzzling to her as it would be to a non-witch.

Perhaps Klotho had not chosen the newborns. But, then, she had led them here; here is where they would find her again. It was not coincidence that they had came upon these woods just as new threads were being weaved. Lakhesis wanted to know, how long would the threads be spun? Did one of the souls belong to their sister?

The blood gave no answers, however, and so the young wolf bristled, baring her fangs at the stained rock in anger.

The youth moved toward the scent of blood, knowing who it belonged to the instant it was spilled. Excitement coursed through her as she moved to her side, eyes flashing. Atropos, too, read the rock... and when nothing could be read, she tore at her own flesh to bleed lightly, walking over the rock for her own blood to mingle with her sisters.

Their combined blood made something of a Rorschach for them to read, and a tiny face seemed to form, teardrops seeping bloodily from its eyes.

If it was a newborn or not could not be told. What could be told was that there was something to the eyes...

Potema darted in her head. Her eyes were strange. Could it be?

"We were never given an age," she lilted thoughtfully, "...she was obsessive. How she wished she was as pale as winter snow..."

She spoke her train of thought.

*laughs maniatically*

It was good coming back to the darkness. For an entire month he'd felt like a moving target in the bright Breaclaw Valley, but here he could blend in with his surroundings.

He'd missed the constant cawing of the ravens and crows in the treetops, not too much their filth, but he'd missed their presence. And the gloomy feel about the forest felt like a dream, and he'd even started to doubt it was real until he came back to it.

All that was missing was mother. The queen of this palace. Meldresi. And it wasn't the same without her.

The pup had searched the den, even when Burke had told him she wasn't there. And when he finally convinved himself that she would be back soon he stopped looking, and went back to his secret place, to make sure everything was in place.

It was when he was inside the hole under the tree that he got the smell of blood coming from the outside. And then the voices. He'd thought that they had discovered him, that he was no longer safe, but when he stopped to listen more carefully he knew that they didn't know of his presence.

The teen stayed silent inside his den, listening to the sisters speak. These he hadn't met, but they sounded strange and yet familiar even without seeing them.

More blood was added by Atropos, intertwining and mixing with the markings already there. Something seemed to take form now, and Lakhesis kept her gaze trained upon it, one ear quirked upright, only acknowledging her sister's presence with a small wave of her tail. What painting could tell them was sometimes only fleeting, and Lakhesis had yet to fully practice the craft. The blood of two wolves, however, made the scrying attempt much more powerful.

A face formed, and the girl was drawn to the eyes. Wounded? Crying? It could be a literal or figurative interpretation, but at least it was a start. She turned to Shego as she spoke, curious. "There is one here?" she said, her tone half-asking and half-assuming her sister had already seen one with a white coat. It was true, Clotho was always the different one.

The young boy went unnoticed as of yet. At least by Lakhesis.

"Yes," she murmurs. But she reveals nothing else. This place was not one she knew well. Who was watching? Listening? She had no idea that a cub lurked nearby. It would have proven her point, but, there was no way for her to be sure.

Shego stretches forward. "I will take you to see her soon," she promises in earnest, "Or perhaps you will find her before then."

The witch turned her narrow muzzle in the direction the cub hid. "But she could be anywhere. There are many babes. We will find her..." her head swung back to the bloodied rock, "But we have been given a sign."

She pressed her paw against the blood to obscure it, and smudge it.

SORRY! @Shego @Lakhesis

Damien crawled closer to the entrance of the den where he would have better audition of the conversation between the witches. They seemed to be talking about the pack's pups, and something about snow. Potema was pale as snow, and when Damien understood he almost gasped in terror. What were these witches planning to do to his sister?

"Wait," he barked as he emerged from his hole, a few feet behind them. "Who are you?" he asked, feeling that he had the right to demand their names as the Alpha's son.

The females were both pitch black with gleaming eyes, they had some sort of evil aura that wasn't hard to notice, he had seen it before in his mother. They reminded him a bit of her, and he was curious to know whether they belonged to the same order as Meldresi.

Ditto! D:

At her sister's promise that she would take her to the white-furred wolf, Lakhesis nodded, though made a plan to seek her out as soon as she could. She needed to see the girl herself, to determine if she was a possible vessel of Clotho. To see what this sign that the blood had formed meant. Something about the eyes. She studied the marking again, brows furrowed before Shego moved her paw across it, ridding the rock of the weeping face.

The girl went to turn and head back into the forest, before a young voice called out. Lakhesis leaned back on her haunches and looked over her shoulder at the den where the boy had emerged, startled by his sudden appearance but not showing it. Dark-furred, like most of the wolves of this forest, with ghostly-pale eyes. The witch's own eyes narrowed, wondering how much the youth had heard, how much he had seen. She ignored his question, looking to Shego instead. Could they trust him?

The voice of another brought pause to she and her sister both. The disturbance ruffled her feathers, and unlike her sister her own displeasure of that fact was evident from the moment she circled around, bright eyes leering at the boy who had spoken to them.

"Who are you?" the coywolf echoed, her head cocked to an odd degree. Did she trust the cub? No. And who knew what he had heard? But Shego was no stranger to manipulation; it was a part of who she was, thrust into her by her elders. They were easy to sway and convince. They knew her for who she truly was: Atropos.

And those that did not would in time.

This will be my last post...
If you guys can post once more so that I can use this for EXP purposes it would be amazing and I would be eternally grateful° :P

Suddenly, Damien realized that he had made a serious mistake. He had information that the two dark sister clearly did not want him to have, it showed in their eyes. The one with bright yellow-green eyes looked at him as though he was prey, and the eerie gleam in her eyes frightened the young boy. He did not speak anymore, and just stared at her for a moment longer before turning around to leave. Hopefully the weird sisters had not seen wherethe boy had come out from, because if they did Damien's secret would be in risk of being discovered. He did not want that to happen.

Silently, and as quickly as he could, the dark child ran to the safety of his family den. He had reasons to think that his sister, his dear sister, was in peril. Two witches had plans for her, and if they succeeded, there was no guarantee that she would survive. Once again, Potema's life rested on his protective brother's hands.

@Lakhesis?

Apologies for the wait! One last post to wrap this up :D

Shego turned as she realised there was a boy who had happened upon them. A stranger. One who did not know of their plans — who could not know of their plans. Her words and gaze were venomous unlike Lakhesis' own, but the other witch's fur bristled as he stared back at them. He seemed startled. The girl almost went to go soothe him, ask how much he had heard and assure him they didn't mean he any harm.

The boy fled, though, his slim form dissipating into the darkness of the forest around them. There was a screech beside her from Shego who cursed at the young wolf who refused to answer her question. Lakhesis stared after him, eyes narrowed and, for a moment, she wanted to give chase. Instead, the two witches remained at his hiding spot, seething and planning. They had to be more careful.