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02-19-2015, 03:43 PM
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What have you done now? It was exceptional how much the general loathed herd meetings. Perhaps it was because it forced multiple senses into contact with Deimos; perhaps it was because he hated being surrounded by so many people. Whatever the cause, his ire was rankled as he drew himself alongside the crowd and listened to the words his leaders had to say. For the first time it was the death-dealing Basin Lord who spoke words he preferred to hear. Ophelia's, on the other hand...it seemed anything out of her mouth had the power to elevate or decimate him. Today it was suspicious irritation, and sick, low feeling in the back of his mind. Worry. Insecurity. Funny how strong those sensations were unless constantly ameliorated. Those that had gathered thus far were surprisingly few. He caught sight of Deimos' hellspawn, though the child had been pleasant enough the singular time they'd encountered each other. Erebos did not yet possess the destructive will of his sire. Zikar-Sin was here, a stallion he'd never quite met. Children were in abundance today, it seemed. No sign of Ulrik, or Arah...though Lena was present. Torleik's demeanor was almost sullen as he stood just close enough to the group as was necessary but still distinctly off to the side. The schism he felt only grew when Phi stated the Moon Goddess was behind the murders, and the ice that settled around his frosted hooves didn't seem to melt quite as fast. The very same goddess he'd been forced to pledge a favor to... A frown shifted his scarred lips and he stared at the ground. This...begged some explanation. As well as some details about this peace brokered with the Throat. But neither was a discussion for now. "talk talk talk" |
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