Be bloody, bold and resolute [Herd Meeting]

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[OPEN] Be bloody, bold and resolute [Herd Meeting]

Roland Posts: 230

Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE

Glo

#10

11-05-2013, 01:15 AM

The call that echoed out across the rocky walls of the Basin came as a surprise to the Impersonator, who had not heard such a summons in what seemed an age. Not since the Endless Night had fallen at least, and he was more than happy to have put those days behind him. It was not a long walk, and even as he approached he could hear the baritone voice of Deimos ringing out across the plains and vibrating through the crisp air. Roland’s eyes swept across the faces of his herd mates as he approached, eyeing the congregation that had gathered before the Lord and Lady.

He slid warily into the group, ears perked as he listened to Deimos’ voice rumble across the flat ground. Their new Lord? What of Psyche? The Impersonator’s brow creased as he stepped forwards, glancing around as if expecting equally shocked reactions from his family, but many were unflinching at the news. And true to the Reaper’s word, there was no sign of Psyche. Roland turned his gaze back to the stallion standing at their head, listening in a silence that swam with confusion. He knew he had kept himself distanced from the Basin’s political affairs as of late, too busy soaking up the sun in the warmer regions of Helovia to think of little else, but how had he remained ignorant to such important news?

A chill crawled down his spine as Deimos’ voice died down and Illynx stepped forwards, her tone clearly dripping with disgust. Roland could simply remain silent and watch as her speech unfurled, words echoing across the stone with a particular sharpness. He and Psyche had never been close, not in any stretch of the term, but if asked he would never have said anything negative about her. One could never choose their steps too carefully in a herd where racism ran rampant like the plague. Roland had never particularly cared for the Dark Empress either, nor did he feel much sentiment towards any whose beings had been so toxically poisoned with prejudice. It was a seed that sprouted vile and beautiful flowers, but though their roots had found many in the Basin, drawing them into their tainted arms, the Impersonator had remained unswayed. He had seen manipulation in all its various states of undress, and there was nothing to be impressed about.

Arah rose her voice nearby, and Roland turned to listen to her with watchful eyes. Many spoke up after her, requesting permissions or offering their congratulations to the dark stallion standing before them. Roland observed in silence, gaze flicking from one face to another as they spoke, but he held his tongue. There was little he could offer to the Reaper that wasn’t already obvious. His loyalty and promise to serve had been made clear since the beginning, or so he hoped.

Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.

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