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Oct 30 2017, 07:49 PM
From Nest To EggThe Voronin coven had traveled north east after receiving their piece of the heart. They eagerly participated in the wars over the heart pieces. They had been trusted to keep it safe, but the first Timofei, the grandfather of the man who leads today started to wonder. He wondered what if they did join the heart together? What would be granted to them? To him? He raised his children on this idea, and in turn, they did the same. He slid these ideas not just in their minds, but others in the coven. Soon, there was a civil war, a nasty time of infighting when brother would betray brother, leading to the rise of Timofei to take the reigns and those who disagreed with him would be forced to follow or leave. His son Fydor followed, and he became his second
When his only son was born, Fydor knew he would be meant for greatness and gave him his grandfather's name. Timofei grew up knowing that his people should be in charge because they knew what was best. His father took control not long after his birth, leading countless missions and spreading anti-human beliefs among his people upon every return. Constant stories of human cruelty, stupidity, how they needed the help of the witches, the command of those who simply knew better. They would be helping this poor fools by taking them over. Timofei ate this up.
All Crows Are Not RavensTimofei was a voracious learning. He read everything put in his hands, good or bad. He loved maps, histories, but biographies bored him. They were so often written by humans, for humans, he read more fantasy, finding it closer to life, to the stories he knew of Baba Yaga, Koschei, and the creatures of those old days. He was home schooled, familiar by his side to absorb the lessons as well. The creature stayed in the shape of bird under insistence of the coven. All familiars were to be birds to deliver messages when one was away. Timofei never thought twice about this, it was simply how it was, so he would sit with the creature and review lessons together while their shared his dinner.
Now The Crows Own The Field
Never a good sign, he thought, when the crows showed up.