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12-26-2012, 02:52 AM
It was difficult to hear much beyond the rumbling of thunder and the incessant downpour of rain, and so when he heard another voice merely feet away from him, the stallion tensed, but instantly relaxed when he saw who it was. Aryel. She still wore that crazy colored, spotted coat, and still bore a gaudy halo over her silly little head. Crowley had to hold back a snort of laughter at her disheveled state, soaked to the bone and her wings drenched with rain. Not that he was much different, but... "Oh, what a lovely surprise," he spoke up with a lazy grin towards her, remembering fondly their first, and last encounter within the Threshold. The fight between the Pegasus standing before him and the new recruit Dakini had been nothing but enjoyable, and the brindle had almost, almost, joined into the fight himself. But that was not the way that he worked, not when there were others to throw into harm's way first. Turning so that he was facing the mare at a skewed angle, Crowley slapped his soaking tail against his hocks, looking Aryel over with pure amusement. Even if it didn't seem so, Crowley did loathe the being standing before him. An odd creature he was, for even he hardly knew how to describe himself at times... He regarded her with a look of confusion, and seemed to tilt his head a bit to the side as she spoke. "Did you not miss me, darling? Because, oh, did I miss you." He paused then, simply enjoying any sort of pull or change to her features, waiting for that hint of annoyance before he continued. "Maybe when this little rainstorm is done, you could take a jolly walk back home with me. |
The Weaver's Workshop
HP: 45
