an undying dawn [PATROL/INFO GARNERING]

[OPEN] an undying dawn [PATROL/INFO GARNERING]

Imogen Posts: 24

Aurora Basin Thief atk: 4.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 5

Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.3 :: 5 years HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Reli

03-31-2017, 12:21 AM

Imogen had been keen to follow her fellow Thief to the Endless Blue. Ever a gatherer of information and hoarder of secrets, the grulla roaned pegasus wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip through her fingertips—and so, far above the others, among the clouds where the air cools from summer’s heat, she joins Rikyn in his little quest.

Unsurprisingly, the smoky huntress is quite curious about this “false god”—Kaos, she has heard the others murmur, hatefully and through their teeth—and what the deceitful deity has done to rouse such passionate ire from Helovia’s people. Her cold eyes roam over the flat sands of the beach, and over the glittering waves of the ocean, but there is nothing in particular that catches her interest. Of course, it would be easier if she had an idea of what she was looking for—and with that thought, she turns her sights to Rikyn.

Tilting the creamy tip of one of her wings downward, the huntress guides herself towards the ground, allowing the salty air currents to do most of the work for her. Aiming to land just in front of the golden-marked stallion, she sweeps her wings outward once she reaches the shoreline, her dainty hooves settling neatly among the warm sands while the length of her silken cloak lies swathed around her feminine figure. Carefully she ruffles her wings before resting them at her sides (a habit to keep any stray feathers in check).

Satisfied with herself, Imogen turns her attention to her fellow Thief. Her black eyes remain pinpointed on him while she closes what little distance remains between them, settling too comfortably at his side, and offering him a smirk swaddled in a thin guise of neutrality (because it is not her intention to prick and claw at any vulnerabilities today).

“What exactly happened here?” She inquires of him with that purring voice of hers, eager to leech more information from his lips. Briefly she allows her gaze to wander. “I was caught up with something else at the time,” she explains offhandedly, her smirk softening with something akin to humor, though a rigidness beneath her tone implies that she won’t be expounding on her reason. There is no need to become distracted now.

“Speech.”

Baby, I’m preying on you tonight

(hunt you down, eat you alive)

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