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04-27-2014, 07:44 PM
The call awakened him from his trance within his deep work. Farenjer looked around with tired eyes and blinked. Was it already this time of day? Had he been working this long? He gave a hefty sigh and placed the work down, his ears rotating forward, and his head slowly lifting over to place a gaze upon where the basin's leader stood within the thin blanket of snow. He carefully leans forward and pulls himself from the confinements of his small hollow within the foot of one of the peaks. He continuously moves forward, his ebony hooves brushing along the silver powder, and his ice-cold tail swaying upon his tracks as he motioned towards Deimos. He approaches him, and with a nod in greeting, stands in silence. The reaper's words echoed in his head, and he wondered what it could possibly be? Would it interrupt him with his work? Such as collecting materials for his projects? The metallic statue had already been completed, it stood gravely within the narrow passageway to the valley, and in no way was it possible for any threat of the Basin's to pass through without its intrusion. Ulrik made sure of it. He whispers, a note to himself "What could it possibly be this time?" And would anyone else show up to the meeting? It felt rather strange being the only one here with the Lord. But he would soon see for himself if anyone would come to calling. For it was not his time to wait patiently for the rest to come to the summonings, and all this raveling mystery would be put to and end to for him about this new danger... Or at least he thought it would be. |
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Art- Kaydeniro || Coding- Time
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