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Amid a cloudless and starless midnight sky, the new moon observed the prowling of a dark creature. He moved silently and gracefully, with careful precision, slinking with ease between the thorned foliage as he hunted. It was not a thirst for blood that roused the wolf that night, however, for he was driven instead by a sweeter tooth.

Blackberries had been a rare treat in Cheydinhal, so to find a territory teeming with them was a quite splendid thing. Teinaava plucked a ripe fruit between delicate teeth, savouring the taste of it on his tongue while his pewter gaze scanned the darkness for another. Most of the mature berries had been consumed by birds and other wildlife, and so the raven turned his attention on another while making a mental note to return in a few days for better pickings.

When he'd foraged his fill, Teinaava found himself venturing toward denser wood. The forests were his favoured haunt, having spent almost his entire life lurking in shadows of the vast Cheydinhal. Leaving them gripped him with a strange sense of exposure - a vulnerability, one might call it. It wasn't in the spider's best interest to be seen, given the nature of his life's work, so he travelled only undercover of night.

Beneath the shelter of the fruit trees' canopy, his thoughts turned to the whereabouts of his sister. While it was not uncommon for the siblings' paths to stray with the setting of a sun, they could always rely on one to find the other. Two days had passed since Ocheeva's disappearance and, while the she-wolf was more than capable of handling herself, Teinaava could not deny the unsettling dicomfort deep within his bones that a part of him was missing.
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Thaks for your patience! It was the last week of vacation so I had to make the most of it



While the trek there was sure to be a painful one Damien was determined to reach the Moonspear whether it took his twice as long. Without Cicero and Potema to guard the woods by his side Damien felt half empty, and given his sister's history with the Moonspear king Damien thought a visit was in order. It was a long shot, but Damien did not discard the possibility that Potema had found refuge under Charon's wing after the war. Every piece of information, every option he exhausted was a step closer to his siblings, and finding them was the first step in his plan to rebuild Blackfeather Woods.

He chose to walk by moonlight believing it best to save himself the trouble of an encounter that would demand physical response. By night Damien was virtually invisible, though given his current state he was far from un-scent-able. The wounds on his left leg were only half healed and his advance was limited to walking for an attempt at anything else was painful.

Damien stopped at a small creek, taking every chance he had to rest his leg, and lapped at the cold water before submerging his injured leg for a moment. All the while his ears were on high alert, every move calculated. While the shadows were a useful cloaking device, it is at nigh when anyone is most exposed to their wicked ways.

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An obsidian lobe swivelled atop his crown as a raven cawed overhead, and the wolf's frosty gaze followed to peer up to find a pair of beady black eyes staring back at him. Teinaava paused in his tracks, idly twitching a whisker as he exchanged a glance with the dark bird who canted his beak to better look upon the stalker of shadows. With a soft exhale, he turned his face away and quietly continued through the gnarled foliage.

The sound of running water drew him in, though the appearance of a stranger intrigued him more. Ears folding back and head lowered to decrease his chances of being seen, the swarthy prowler halted to observe the other male's movement. The beast's frame was large, entirely ebony from his vantage point, and careful in his stride. He appeared to favour a forelimb, and a quick sniff of the chill midnight air alerted him to the aroma of raw flesh. What A blood-red pawprint, its subtle against the onyx of the brute's pelt, but the meaning behind it clear enough to Teinaava that he found himself holding a breath.

"What is the colour of night?" Teinaava hissed from between the shrub, a question he assumed all Dark Brotherhood members to know the answer - for if this lone warrior did not, the shadow was sure to vanish. He held the answer at the tip of his tongue in his own eagerness to speak it: Sanguine, my Brother.
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But Damien's fatal flaw had always been his arrogance. The dark prince believed himself and those under his command to be the only ones that knew the ways of the shadows. Spoiler alert: They weren't. He behaved as though the darkness worked in his favour, and although it did more often than not Damien hadn't gone a lifetime without surprises.

The pain dimmed down by the effects of the cold water and Damien allowed himself a few seconds to breathe before resuming his trek to Moonspire. He picked up a faint scent, a wolf surely, but failed to locate its owner as he scanned his surroundings expecting to find a defenseless creature. But the creature was an assassin, and it found him.

He revealed his presence with a question, a peculiar question that none but Dark Brothers would know the answer to, and Damien's ears swiveled before his head turned to the exact direction of the speaker. "Sanguine, my brother" he replies naturally and finally makes out the silhouette of the dark brother from the shadows.
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There was a moment of silence. A bated breath, held in excited anticipation that, despite his seperation from his sister, Sithis had somehow brought him before another of his children. Ever alert and true to character, his fellow Dark Brother did not flinch from the voice in the shadows. He turned his proud head, calm and collected, and seemed to embrace the mysterious question by fxing Teinaava with a firm stare. The raven lifted a sable lobe then, thirsty for a respnse, raising his sterling gaze to meet with opalescent eyes of untouched alabaster, and exhaled.

There was approval in his rumbling growl as he lifted an obsidian forepaw and carefully strode forth from his place among the foliage. Hackles gleaming platinum beneath the dim moonlight, Teinaava presented himself fully to the pale-eyed beast and canted his muzzle to better eye his newest companion. "Oh, what chaos you must have experienced," was his observation of the other's weakened gait, when he was certain they'd both had an opportunity to better look upon one another.
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Once the silhouette of the mysterious dark brother steps closer Damien gets a chance to finally make out his features. He finds himself with a young wolf of pewter gaze and raven fur. Damien was about this young when he first got marked by his mother, and his pale eyes trail down his shoulders in search for the same paw-print shaped sigil. He finds it, and though he didn't really need it for confirmation after the code words were asked and answered, Damien was confident they were both bound by the same gods and principles.

The younger male takes notice of Damien's injury, which he doesn't even try to hide. He wears it like a trophy, and knowing well he was in no danger with a fellow dark brother Damien felt at ease with his limitation. Dark Brothers aren't a common finding in these wilds, he says, paying no response to the other's comment. A target? he asked, assuming the younger male was on duty since the existence of the Blackfeather branch wasn't widespread knowledge as he'd come to realize in his time away.
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