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11-03-2014, 10:56 AM
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d'Artagnan the Nightshade
But with the beast inside, there's no where we can hide Death seemed to be the new in thing recently, which had touched the Mender personally. He was aware Helovia was going through one of its weird stages, there always seemed to be moments in his time here when something bizarre happened and d’Artagnan had often been rather inconvenienced by it. The Sun God’s wrath caused his former home to burn to the ground, endless darkness and absence of magic, strange wraiths forcing them into caves, a floating island which was just odd and now a Pegasus had died which, on the contrary, sounded marvellous. The latter should happen more often, in the Nightshade’s opinion. If their search proved fruitful the brooding Time Mender would even suggest recruiting the hero who felled the winged abomination, unless of course the culprit was a hornless itself then killing it would be best advised. There was also the possibility that the murderer behind this knew something or was responsible for Kou’s murder too. His anger was still simmering away in his heart and his gaze had become much sharper in interest when he had caught word of recent goings on. He lined himself up before the Lord of the Basin who d’Artagnan still considered to be an old friend rather than a ruler; it wasn’t that he didn’t suit the title, but more of a habit. Deimos, to the Mender, was still that rather scary looking soldier stalking around with a dark air around him, the shade still had to remind himself not to brotherly shoulder bump him in case of accidental death. Also part of the mystery team was the familiar form of the strange Haruspex who the shade didn’t know that well, but remembered the day he had first met him awkwardly experimenting on a bird in the Threshold. Having all of ones marbles was not a common trait of Basin folk it seemed. The other was one d’Artagnan didn’t know all that well, but he made note to at least catch a name, his recent hermit like life meant he didn’t know all of the herds newest talents. ”Do we have any clues?” the shade uttered as he flicked his tail. He wasn’t sure how long he’d last in solving a crime, as his patience had always been quite thin after all and the death of one measly Pegasus wasn’t all that attention grabbing. |
my heart’s an endless winter
filled with rage
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