|winter| [d'Artagnan, any]

|winter| [d'Artagnan, any]

Arah Posts: 343

Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Wynter :: Royal Griffin :: Draining Clutch Frostie

02-13-2013, 07:55 PM

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Arah

Arah approached the group and saw Argetlam next to a unicorn and a tree/horse creature facing d'Artagnan. She knew her place was to be back up for the Time Mender, she hovered in the back and listened to d'Artagnan speaking to them. She smiled at Argetlam and nodded her head in greeting. She had hoped that he wasn't too angry with her for choosing to go with her own kind. Her golden eyes were trained on him and his movments for a few minutes before she actually came to study this 'Willow' creature. Rather ironically named, Arah couldn't help be fantasied by her, the way she moved and spoke. Her own ruby pendant rested against her chest, gleaming when it caught the light, this meeting would probably end in the rules being ignored resulting in the medic and her team leaving them be. Arah knew that her herd didn't like being intruded, each to their own. Unicorns, by nature, were secretive. Them coming into our land would be seen as an intrusion. She now turned to the medic's shadow and narrowed her eyes, she was a unicorn, as she had already observed. Why wasn't she in the basin, apart of their herd? 'Everyone has a choice.' she reminded herself.

Waiting for the medic's reply she didn't feel the need to remind d'Artagnan that they had right's to a council. However she felt that it was a headache that wasn't worth dealing with. So maybe they could just have a polite conversation here and then they could turn around and head home. Once again her eyes were trained on Argetlam, she did feel the urge to speak up and apologise to him. Her lips remained closed and she sent her eyes downcast to her front hooves, now wasn't the time to sort out her own personal issues.

She listened up again waiting for the creature named Willow to speak.

Haunted by my eyes, the way they hold your attention even in the loudest silences.
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Tag; Argetlam, Nadira, Willow, d'Artagnan, Open.

And I ain't afraid to die, I’m afraid of going to hell.

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