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12-20-2012, 09:48 AM
Crowley had watched with sick satisfaction as the two mares went at each other; at first, it had been meek little swipes at one another, but by the end of it all, both were bleeding and impressively injured. Though despite all the mess and insulting words, the brindled stallion couldn't get enough of it. In fact, his face fell when the fighting seemed to have ended. His golden eyes strayed from the puncture in Aryel's side only when he caught the words directed to him. Slowly he dragged his gaze to the other horned creature, and pondered her question for a moment. The Basin was quite a distance from the Threshold, let alone anywhere else in Helovia, and that journey was only made longer and more difficult when one reached the unforgiving snow that lie everywhere in drifts. It was a land lost in time, eternally stuck in the grip of winter. Not the most ideal location of a homeland, but nestled in a cluster of towering mountains, it was made bearable. "Quite far," he answered simply, as sugar-coating things was not in his nature, "It will be difficult for you with your leg now, darling, but I'll make sure you make the journey..." Although in truth, if Dakini did collapse half way to the Basin and was unable to get up, the stallion was doubtful that he would run and fetch a healer, or even offer any words of comfort. In his eyes, if she could not make it in her current condition, then she deserved to die. Then, his eyes shifted to the bleeding Pegasus, and a grin pulled at his lips once more. She was a nuisance, and as much as he wished her to curl up and die right where she stood, he took joy in the thought of trying again some other day. When it would be more challenging."Better luck next time, Candy-coat. Perhaps the next time I see you, you'll know better." Now, the brindle turned and motioned with his head for Dakini to follow him. He would lead her to the Basin, if she could manage the arduous trek, and would direct her to D'artagnan if he was feeling generous. |
The Weaver's Workshop
HP: 45
