Come Let the Revolution Take Its Toll [Herd Meeting]

[OPEN] Come Let the Revolution Take Its Toll [Herd Meeting]

d'Artagnan the Nightshade Posts: 364

Aurora Basin General atk: 6 | def: 9 | dam: 6.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17hh :: 12 HP: 68.5 | Buff: ENDURE

Aramis :: Common Hellhound :: Hellfire & Superspeed imi

05-02-2014, 09:02 AM

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The clouded dark days had brought to life a new side of d'Artagnan, a weakening side that the master of all things vile had never wanted to meet nor come to terms with. The fact that he was now aware of how powerless he could be added a new edge of wildness to his eyes, if anything, the elder days of the Nightshade's life upon the earth were perhaps the most dangerous of all. In youth there was still time to live for, even then the shade had been a beast to watch for, a murderer who cared for nothing, but now that sand was slowly running out and he continued to approach a sick darkness. A place of a monster, who had with nothing left, was the home of a behemoth with no chains; d'Artagnan sailed ever closer each day. This was what happened when a mind already twisted was gnarled more and more, soon there would be nothing left but flesh and hunger. His saving grace a ghost of a mare, his flowerly light, Kou held the pieces of his shattered entity. A broken stallion, but a dangerous one at that.

As he gradually fell into the grips of a unrelenting poisonous mind, so did his hound, the servent of hell drank in his bonded's simmering aura and offered those who passed by the full force of the daggers held in his eyes. Aramis had always been an aloof character, brought to life only by the chance to bathe in blood, but that facade was breaking along with d'Artagnan's. They both stalked around the basin, visiting their old cave now and then to stew in the shadows. Neither were gifted with patience so it was with briskness they travelled to attend the meeting called by Deimos. Trouble on the horizon was like music to his ears!

When they arrived there was only two other souls along with Deimos; Farenjer and Torleik. Neither he knew well, Farenjer was the stallion he'd found in the threshold that one time and now had risen to Weaver. Torleik was a complete unknown to him and now stood were Deimos used to. Both unproven in d'Artagnan's eyes, but then again, it wasn't him they had to prove themselves to. The shade turned to face Deimos as the glowering Aramis fell onto his haunches at his side, tail whipping. "We always seem to be under a threat." His deep voice rumbled, "who is it this time?"

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