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04-06-2015, 06:38 PM
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d'Artagnan the Nightshade
A bored, brooding gaze stared out across the abnormally quiet Basin, much of it had moved off south and to battle. Something he had missed in his absence. Though the Nightshade is quite partial to the odd war or two, he quietly enjoyed sitting this one out, feeling pressure lift from his shoulders. There was also a knowing that his bloodline was well represented in the form of Aviya, one of his greatest creations. She had the sharp venom of her mother and the twisted view of her father; it left a proud welling inside him. Still, in the eerie absence of those bound for the fight, it left little to do at home except torment Aramis and stop pesky hornless from escaping. On the odd day he’d examine a new plant or poison an unsuspecting rodent to observe its affects, though he hadn’t found anything brutal enough for his tastes recently. The turn of seasons and the arrival of Orangemoon had relieved him of the stifling heat and d’Artagnan enjoyed the colder wind with the hints of snow. It was, however, like a cruel bait that echoed Frostfall, but not quite. The Nightshade might have loitered a bit longer if it wasn’t for the interrupting scream of a rather distressed fox. Aramis picked it up with a snap of his head, recognizing the call of Imogen, the companion of Lena. "Come" he barked briskly into the Doctor’s mind. The blood bay frowned at the use of the hound’s tone, but followed anyway with his mouth firmly shut, intrigued as to why a fox’s screech would set his Guard so on edge and also not really wanting to trifle with the fire breathing beast. It didn’t take too long, they had been lingering by the lake and his bonded’s brisk pace meant they got there faster than the leisurely walk. The soon came upon the pale form of Lena’s companion, a fox with five tails, her form quite clearly distressed. However, there was no sign of her bay coloured friend. "Where is Lena?" The Doctor asked with a concerned frown crossing his features. He had never spoken often to Lena, but they shared the same role and had been herd kin from almost the very beginning. She was a little too tender hearted for the Nightshade, but he could say with a fair level of certainty that he would be quite upset if something of happened to her. Many moons ago when he had been captured and held in the clutches of Kri, it had been Lena who had come looking for him. You could say that d’Artagnan owed her. |
my heart’s an endless winter
filled with rage
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