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He could hear the commotion linger before his lilac eyes could make out any details. This eerie fog swirled around him and there was no denying that it made him uncomfortable, it held none of the security he felt when swallowed in shadows. There was something very off about this particular fog. He snorted softly, as his long obsidian horn cut through the veil. Finally he had come onto the scene and for the first time the fall man dressed in funeral black could lay his eerie eyes on the forms of Myrah just as she avoided her twin’s charge. His eyes moved to the Pegasus, who was challenging this dark twin.
The stallion made no motion to intervene as of yet, instead he stepped toward the Basin mare catching her scent but oddly enough, he caught nothing from her vile twin. “Well this is interesting.” The slender stallion said quietly enough for Myrah to hear. As a Basin member himself, he hoped she would see him as an ally. “Your twin, has no scent.” He said, as his lilac eyes turned to the twin, assessing. Surely it, whatever it was, would think better with these new odds, three against one.
