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Who will guard the guards? [Grey/Aurora Basin]

d'Artagnan the Nightshade Posts: 364

Aurora Basin General atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17hh :: 12 HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE

Aramis :: Common Hellhound :: Hellfire & Superspeed imi

#10

12-11-2012, 06:51 PM

d'ARTAGNAN the NIGHTSHADE

d'Artagnan watched on. His annoyance gaining new levels as each member of this idiotic group turned up. Did they really need to send so many? It worried him that they were found so easily when the land was so ineptly concealed. He allowed a nod, just one, to the unicorn who followed them, Rafe. His pelt the same colour as his own and horns so magnificently curved up the top of his head. Maybe he did play for the wrong side and it was regretful, but he was still kin and warranted d'Artagnan's recognition and greeting. The others received nothing but cold stares and disapproving scowls. They were like hounds yapping to their masters bidding, the latter to be nowhere in sight. Typical.

The Nightshade allowed Faelene to take control and spent most of his concentration keeping his anger in check. The sight of so many impure leaving a taste of blood in his mouth as some spoke and others remained silent. Curling red lips and a devilish swing of the head had the Mender's eyes on Phaedra, distaste plain and clear. A flash of blue glinted though tangled mane it had been harshly tied in, an amulet from the Moon found in the snowy wastes. d'Artagnan had no intention of giving it up, nor did he have any herbs to give them. Why would he keep herbs when he could simply turn back the wheels of time and erase the pain to a memory. So foolish was this offering, if he had to the Nightshade would travel to the land of hot sand himself and take back Psyche.

Tor was next after, furthering her comrade's promises and even having the guts to turn on him. To ask of his knowledge. d'Artagnan snorted. Idiot girl was all he thought as teeth shone through drawn back mouth. "What a merry conversation that would be" voice lacing with sarcasm and hidden intent. Surely she knew, the red boy wouldn't utter a word of his knowledge to her, the Doctor would slit her throat quicker.

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