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03-20-2015, 04:06 PM
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d'Artagnan the Nightshade
But with the beast inside, there's no where we can hide The path wound down into the Basin the same as he remembered it; the newly built and ostentatious sentinel keeping guard for intruders. d’Artagnan rolled his eyes as he wandered past it and wondered how many warriors now didn’t bother to patrol the border. The shade was old in his beliefs and perhaps a little out-dated, it seemed to put him at odds with others these days, but he cared nought for this and continued to mutter under his breath. He only pulled from his grumbling when Aramis spotted the Lord Reaper entering a tent they had built. This was another piece of equipment that the shade grimaced at and cursed the former Lady of interior design, Illynx, for it. Still, he admittedly agreed this one was useful, but much preferred to grouch about it rather than agree. Where was the fun in agreeing? Deciding that finding Deimos would probably be a good starting point as any, the shade leisurely made his way further down the path before his hooves hit the even floor and the Basin opened up before him. Much how he’d left it. To his right was the lake and to his left was the tent that he was heading for. Somewhere right over the other side was the cave he used to experiment his new poisons in, he wondered if anyone had stumbled on it yet and found that eating some of the contents of it was not overly wise. Aramis returned to him and led the way at a jaunty bounce, his tail flicking from side to side. On their way they noticed a few other familiar haunts and remembered old memories, the short journey was pleasant enough. Once they reached their destination d’Artagnan came to a halt outside the tent and peered his head through first, eyeing the monotone monster inside. "Ah! There’s a familiar stare" he nodded to Deimos with a lopsided smile that he offered sometimes to friends of old. He made his way in fully and left his hound outside, Aramis sat next to the entrance and watched the cold world before him. A blue coloured tongue flopped carelessly out one side of his mouth whilst his whip like tail curled around his slender body. Meanwhile, the shade shuffled to one side of the tent and glanced at it with a moment of distaste before turning to look at the brooding Reaper. There was no telling what the menace was thinking and d’Artagnan knew better not to try, even though the shade was still intrigued now and then as to what went on in that voracious mind of his. Questions roamed around his head, but for now he remained silent and waited for a little more to unfold. |
my heart’s an endless winter
filled with rage
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