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"No, we can't," Bloodwing whispered to Scarlet, his eyes downcast yet urgent. "She's always got something up her sleeve. It would be a suicide mission."
From a distance, Nightshade watched the conversation with curious, child-like innocence. "Oh, Bloodwing," she tutted, shaking her head. "You know me well. But I don't believe you've introduced your little friend here." Slowly, she padded across the ground, silent. The only obvious noise was a slight slithering as her feet dragged in the leaves littering the ground.
Immediately Bloodwing stood a little in front of Scarlet, grinding his beak as he pondered exactly what Nightshade had on her mind.
"Oh," she stopped a wingbeat away, putting a flight feather to her smooth beak as she stared with some new interest. With a cackle she glanced from Scarlet to Bloodwing. "It's always so nice to see two young chickens together. You make a cute couple." Her beak curved into a smile, a smile that sent shivers crawling up Bloodwing's spine.
scarlet eyes were slowly turning red, as if her evil side was coming out and she was going to a battle rage
Immediately Bloodwing noticed the change in Scarlet's eyes. Brilliant! He thought fearfully. Quickly he extended one of his wings slightly, blocking an immediate move from Scarlet. If she got into a rage, it would be useless to restrain her. And then she would be dead. The idea sent a bowling ball into the pit of Bloodwing's chilled stomach.
"Wise move," Nightshade's eyes narrowed, the eyes that resembled a snake's: pale yellow, unmoving. "We don't want any violence. Someone might," she turned around with a laugh. "Get hurt."
