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The Plague had dwindled in size. It was a sad fact, one that nobody wanted to admit, but they needed to realize their pitiful size in order to grow. They needed members, and after some time, those remaining had kept a keen eye out for thsoe that were worthy of joining their cause. They had to be careful with who they chose, for the last thing they needed were members that would end up betraying them, spouting information to anyone, or allowing important figures to escape like that wretched grullo, Xanthos, had done. With his Lady's permission, Crowley had taken it upon himself to extent an invitation to their group to a select few individuals. Their names were stuck like glue in his head, for it would be oh so embarrassing to forget them when he went to call for their presence. Every single one of them, save for one, he had spoken with at least once before. The last, walking upon paws rather than hooves, he had seen several times throughout the Basin, but never had they shared words together. Crowley had come to a stop on the more lonely side of the Basin, free of prying eyes and ears. Trailing behind him was the newly hatched Hellhound, seeming more intrigued by the mere snow on the ground than following after his caretaker. Whenever he took notice to Crowley's stopped form, for the stallion had to do it quite often, the pup would come lumbering after him with less than graceful steps. With a sigh, Crowley returned his focus to the task at hand. This was to be a quick, short meeting, meant only for those that he had been told of. He wasn't sure what he'd do if they declined his offer, but he doubted he would have to worry about that. Drawing in a deep breath, Crowley spoke, accented voice loud and clear as he called for their presence. "Naberius, Totem, Dakini; and Lupus," he said, "Come, if you know what's good for you." At his side, little Talbot had come to a stop, letting loose a little huff before plopping down on Crowley's front left hoof, yellowed gaze looking about as others filtered closer. |
The Weaver's Workshop
HP: 45
