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07-01-2014, 05:17 AM
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d'Artagnan the Nightshade
But with the beast inside, there's no where we can hide The meeting had dispersed and d'Artagnan had decided wonder the Steppe for a few minutes, demonic eyes staring into the vast expanse of white waste as he grumbled over another meeting. Bleakness, that's all the gathering had presented. No inspiration, no direction, just an offer of alliance with ones enemies. Like a time bomb ticking away the Nightshade was becoming restless and discontent, his monster being starved of oxygen and forever it nibbled some more at his mind. There was no way he could honour such a friendship between herds, even his loyalty to the Basin did not stretch that far and right now the shade felt like the only one who cared little for friends across borders. Slowly he sighed into the cooler air of the mountains with a rare moment of sadness in his eyes before he grunted and began to move back towards the Basin. Go find my eldest daughter he commanded of his devil servant who complied immediately, sprinting off in the direction they had last seen Aviya heading. Snow packed into the hound's pads until he quickly hit the harder floor of the Aurora Basin, hind legs powering off the easier surface until eventually he had to slow down for he had found mistress Aviya bathing in a hot spring. The results of her injuries pooling around her bodice that seemed to rock in relief. Aramis sat onto his haunches whilst sending images of the way to his companion, watching the smokey Princess with kind eyes he only offered to those he respected. There had been times when the hound had watched this girl when she had been a mere pup and even he too was young back then. A fondness edged into the way his tail wagged from side to side and a long blue tongue rolled out of one part of his soft, coal lips. Eventually d'Artagnan arrived behind his bonded, grey split hooves stopping near the edge of the spring and his mismatched gaze wondered over the mess she was making of the water. The wounds didn't appear to be majorly serious, but still, she had been wounded and the Nightshade wanted to know who by. "What have you been doing, to return like this, my little Aviya?" He asked, stressing the last words with an emphasis of pride in his voice, she was his greatest creation after all. |
my heart’s an endless winter
filled with rage
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