forbidden grounds [Delinne/Open]

forbidden grounds [Delinne/Open]

Crowley Posts: 166

Outcast atk: 4.5 | def: 8.5 | dam: 5.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.2 :: 12 HP: 62.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Talbot :: Common Hellhound :: Acid & Name? :: Caracal :: None Dingo

03-24-2013, 09:23 PM

It seemed he was the last of his Plague brethren to show up to the midnight meeting.

Almost instantly, Crowley's dislike for the pale Pegasus grows, for it seems he hasn't the slightest worry for his own safety, simply his family. A commendable trait, the Weaver must admit, but a stupid one. Surely his precious daughter would grow up some day to think the same thing of her winged father, whom she'd watched get torn to shreds before her very eyes. Hmm... how fun that would be.

A look of disgust was sent towards the lightning marked mare, whose name escaped him. Never before had he seen her in the Basin, though he couldn't pin an ounce of blame on her for concealing herself after birthing such a hideous monstrosity. The young, spindly legged foal which now stood halfway beneath her mother. A good place, Crowley deemed, so that he did not have to look at her wretched face.

The Pegasus went on about family and being granted the simple request to see them. That was fine and dandy, but not in the cradle of the Basin. What kind of fool would attempt such an act? After Crowley had spoken about removing wings, the palomino intruder went off on him, but he had it all wrong. It had not been the foal's wings he spoke of, but of his own. The spotted Bane standing not far from him seemed to understand that much, and unable to help himself, Crowley laughed.

"He is right," the brindle agreed at Mauja's words, "We are not so sick in the head to tear those tiny wings from that thing's shoulders." Contradicting words, considering how much he would truly enjoy it, young age be damned; but he knew many might not view him the same for doing such things to one so young. A sharp, glowering look was flashed in Delinne's direction; if she even made a move that suggested she might try something, Crowley wouldn't hesitate to put her in her place.

Swiftly, the Weaver directed his gaze back upon the Pegasus, ears brushing back in annoyance that he was still even here. "It is your last warning, pest; leave our home or fall at our feet."