get your gunn; [ planning thread, members wanted! ]

[OPEN] get your gunn; [ planning thread, members wanted! ]

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

12-29-2013, 07:21 AM

The call comes to him loud and clear, demanding quick action. The Weaver answers it swiftly, picking his head up from the skimpy grazing spot he'd picked out for the afternoon and heading immediately for the distant hillock where Illynx awaited.

"Trouble?" Talbot questioned as he pushed himself to his feet as well, stretching out his hindlegs behind him in a stretch before following after the brindle.

"I don't know," came Crowley's honest answer, for though he wouldn't like to admit it, he knew very little of the Basin's affairs as of late. He had heard many things from passerby's, but whether they were true or not, he did not know. Even as he approached the waiting Lady of the Basin, he wondered how he would be met; with glares and despise, or with the same welcoming he'd experienced for the near past two years? He knew he'd let his leaders down, allowed his duties as Weaver to slip from the forefront of his mind more times than he wished to recall. Maybe now he could redeem himself, show his family that he was still loyal and cared for them just as much as he ever had, that he'd never had abandonment in mind. His heart ached at the mere thought of just how much harm he'd surely brought the Aurora Basin. "Probably."

As the duo drew closer, the darkness that followed him ever present against the white of the mountainous backdrop, Crowley was pleased to see that Farenjer was still with them. The lightning child was much different than he, but despite that, it was plain to see that the younger stallion held a deep passion and love for not only craft, but for their home as well. Coming to a halt a width away from his apprentice, with Talbot standing ever alert to his left, Crowley cast him a brief look to acknowledge him and, if one looked close enough, they would see it held so much more pain than was common for the Weaver. Tearing his gaze from Farenjer and placing it up to Illynx, albeit hesitantly, sucked in a deep breath and prepared for the orders that were surely waiting on her lips.

"talk talk talk"