:: MURDER IN HELOVIA

[OPEN] :: MURDER IN HELOVIA :: Clue IV

d'Artagnan the Nightshade Posts: 364

Aurora Basin General atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17hh :: 12 HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE

Aramis :: Common Hellhound :: Hellfire & Superspeed imi

11-25-2014, 09:00 AM

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As the Nightshade wanders closer to the Frozen Arch he couldn’t help but remember each memory he had with Kou here. There weren’t many and yet it seemed wherever he went there was something, even if just a little, that reminded him of her. Every little memory was a might blow to his chest as the loss of someone who had been so very close made him realize what it was like to hurt again. What it was like to feel the searing pain of loss and heartache. When his mismatched gaze cast upwards to the sky his thoughts were contemplative and, sometimes, bordering on pleading. Why her? Wasn’t he the monster murderer who had taken lives of innocents? Or was this the price of his wrongdoings? If so, then fate had dealt its worse blow and the Doctor was convinced there was nothing else that could bring him possibly lower than this. Death would be a release right now. His name some years ago had become a legend, Nightshade, even that was a failure of Kou on his behalf.

The forever-eclipsed d’Artagnan stared out across the snowy landscape until finally his haunted eyes caught the gathering and he pushed aside despairing thoughts to wander over alongside his hound, Aramis.

Stalking forwards, the pair arrive a little after some had departed and stare at the two dead bodies that litter the ground. Tolio. He recognised his chestnut brethren with a grimace, he’d not known this one well, but knew enough to know that he had been apart of the Basin for a while. The Mender paused for a moment to offer a thought to his kin before noting the fallen pegasus and then back to Tolio. There had been struggle here. It was clear by the stallion’s injuries. Had he been defending the winged rat? d’Artagnan shook his head and sighed, ”fool” was all he uttered.

Lastly, he surveyed the scene once again, noticing the white downy feathers and logging them into his memory bank. Perhaps Deimos and the others would like to know of this, they may have more clues to share and piece by piece solve the mystery that had captured the minds of so many.

With a quick glance to Aramis, hound and horse make their way back north, towards the wintry Basin.

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