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04-27-2016, 07:08 AM
“For a sneak,” He hisses, lumbering out of the dreary abyss of mud and half melted snow that is the Basin on this late Frostfalls morning, “You’re awfully fond of flashy displays.” His usual cheer at finding himself surrounded by mares is lacking impact today, worn down by the incongruencies in names, duties, and actual behavior of these so-called ‘stealth’ ranks. Just recently he watched in confusion (though it had been a brief and passing emotion amid the more compelling interests of the time) as their very own head Thief introduced herself by name and rank to a warrior of another herd and now she chooses to gather her spies in the least covert way imaginable, shouting invitations and setting off gaudy magical displays. What a joke.
“Maybe we could try a bit harder at secrecy? Not throwing full names around, for example?" The blacks weathered face turns pointedly toward the purple-haired mare – the singer, he remembers – one brow raised in both question and accusation. Amateurs, he inwardly scoffs, but holds out hope that there are others both equally annoyed at the state of things and with more damned sense in their heads yet to appear in this half-assed meeting. Surely the brindled mare he encountered at the borders or even the reddish colored, speckled stallion he glimpsed conversing with Rexanna near the end of the herd meeting will bring a sorely needed seriousness to the tone of proceedings. It's a sad day in Shits-ville when the resident old geezer is more capable at something than well, anyone, really. No wonder their glowering Lord Deimos seems so disappointed all the time; He's not impossible to please, just surrounded by mediocrity.
OOC // Tagging a few more characters with sneak ranks. @Rhiannon @Lothiriel @Prometheus
“Maybe we could try a bit harder at secrecy? Not throwing full names around, for example?" The blacks weathered face turns pointedly toward the purple-haired mare – the singer, he remembers – one brow raised in both question and accusation. Amateurs, he inwardly scoffs, but holds out hope that there are others both equally annoyed at the state of things and with more damned sense in their heads yet to appear in this half-assed meeting. Surely the brindled mare he encountered at the borders or even the reddish colored, speckled stallion he glimpsed conversing with Rexanna near the end of the herd meeting will bring a sorely needed seriousness to the tone of proceedings. It's a sad day in Shits-ville when the resident old geezer is more capable at something than well, anyone, really. No wonder their glowering Lord Deimos seems so disappointed all the time; He's not impossible to please, just surrounded by mediocrity.
OOC // Tagging a few more characters with sneak ranks. @Rhiannon @Lothiriel @Prometheus
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