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The ivory body blended in the surroundings, elegant and nimble. The wishes of the individual where to be left alone with her thoughts. She walked slowly, the chill of the Basin did not phase her in the slightest. Instead the only thing that did bring her attention back to the Basin was the sound of someone coughing in death's grip. Her hooves strayed from their plotted path, and now wondered over to the sound. She still was slow in movement, no great rush come to the mare. She knew that a traitor was somewhere in The Basin dying, and she did not feel that he deserved her help. But it was still not in her nature to be cruel, many had wishes on their death bed. Arah would listen and do her best to help his soul rest. Then silence, the coughing subsided for a moment and she believed she heard voices, maybe it wasn't the traitor after all. She picked up the pace a little, now concern rested on her brow. More voices, their owners and the actual dialogue was unclear, muffled by distance. She waited for more sounds, to try and pick who was gathered, but then the screaming started. Arah froze, nerves gripped around her stomach causing her legs to lock up. Was one so stupid to approach hellish screams? She started moving again.
Yes, she was.
Why, well the doe felt it was her job to protect the Basin from every and any threat. No matter how much danger she ended putting herself in. She stopped behind the all too fimilar hide of D'artagnan. A smile caressed her chops for a moment and then her eyes traveled down to the withering soul on the ground. "The traitor?" She spat out the last word. She hated him already. No she did not know him, but anyone that threatened her beloved home and family deserved nothing but her contempt. She moved forwards and looked at the younger mare. Someone she did not know, unfortunately for them they where about to meet Arah in a bad mood. Golden orbs back on the screaming idiot, Arah found herself resisting the urge to kick him. She pinched her nostrils and pawed the ground, anger flaring through her. "No, we can not dispose of him." She moved forwards even more and sniffed at his coat. The throat sang from the scent. "Dearest Kri no doubt knows we have him, if he never returned...lets just say we are close enough to war as it is."
Her ears were pinned, anger burning through them and her tail was clamped. She was quickly loosing her battle, trying to block the darkness inside her. Rarely did she become so angry that she was suddenly unrecognisable, closing her eyes Arah forced herself to release her ears and tail, try to let the anger out with deep breaths. For the most part it worked, her anger lessened and her head seemed to be back in a clear mind set. Once sure she had more of a grip, the golden irises where opened up to the world again. Shooting an apologetic glance at the other mare for her previous rude tones, Arah watched the traitor enjoy his entertainment. She frowned watching him, wondering what memories plagued his mind so badly. Oh how she would like to get herself into that mind, the damage she could cause. The things she would be able to change just by whispering soft, pretty and hypnotic words to the traitor. But she would resist, she would not touch the prisoner's mind without permission. She didn't know why he was here after all. He might have important information that was crucial for The Basin to know. Then again, The Nightshade was playing with him.
The Impersonator was silent for a long time, after backing off from the prisoner to stand by herself watching the interactions happen. Curiosity burned through her, wanting to know what the traitor had actually done and when it would be her turn to play. She was not racist, or cruel by any extent. However when it came to dealing with those who threatened her loved ones...well she wanted to be the one who ended up punishing them. While the Nightshade was doing a wondeful job of playing with his dreams, Arah could make it permanent. She could destroy his entire life, would she feel bad about it? Yes. But did he deserve it to make it worth while?...Arah found herself no longer so sure. She looked at the Time Mender now, a soul that she had great respect for. Her gaze softened to a calmer tone, ever since she first met the Time Mender she had found that even just his mere presence called for respect. Then she had heard stories about him, both good and bad which made her respect him all the more. She tipped her head to the side watching him and now the other mare. She had not heard of or seen this one before. Guessing that she was a new member, Arah studied the other antlered mare. She seemed decent, even if she was a little thoughtless when suggesting things to do with the traitor.
"Is there anyway I can help d'Artagnan?" Arah asked softly.
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