VALE

His arrogant smile falters slightly as he watches Illynx drink in his cool words. No Where was the fire? What happened to the spark he thought he saw, maybe he’d been wrong about her. He kept up his appearances for the time being, she was definitely one he would need to get to know better and besides she was his queen now after all. Strange he thought that once he would never have bowed to anyone and yet here he was, an outcast letting himself be accepted into the pack. What had happened to that young lone wolf? So intent on keeping everyone at arms bay, making sure no-one scratched away his surface.

The dark lady asks him of his services and his grin returns, cocky and sly once more. His reply slips from his lips to fall silently at his feet, forgotten in the growing noise that precedes the dark, writhing mass to the south. For a moment he wonders why a storm would sit so low and fast on the horizon before a solid wall of stench assaults him, fear. Horrible, thick fear of thousands of animals escaping, running, stampeding straight for them. He stands fast in the face of such unimaginable horror before the three but his skin crawls with what he sees. Vale watches horrified and fascinated as a large buck at the front of the pack beyond exhaustion trips and falls and for a moment he struggles to rise, fear moving him beyond his body’s’ capabilities, before he disappears entirely beneath thousands of hooves, paws and claws.

“We need to go my friends” The lady says, relaying instructions and he watches her turn from lady to commander in a matter of seconds, that fire was back in her eyes, clouded with fear but still there none the less. “Indeed” Vale replies and nothing more needed to be said before he takes off after the dark mare. He pushes his muscles to the limit willing them to carry him faster than the oncoming horde at their backs, a freight train of thoughtless terror, but fear finds more purchase and makes his hooves fly. Vale stays close to heel of Illynx protecting her back, he looks over towards the Spanish man nodding in his direction Vale knew the golden boy could take care of himself but he would follow his lead and have his back if need be. It would be poor thanks to let the one who had brought him here come to harm.


Vale looks ahead towards their destination, large dark caves set into the mountains. He hopes they will be enough, and wonders at the rest of the inhabitants of the Basin. Would they be safe? The jagged crown turns to take a last look behind, terrified whites of eyes and foaming mouths all intent one sole purpose, to flee. But what, he dreads, do they flee from?

"Talking"
OOC:: Wow sorry guys that was crappy, had really bad writer’s block lately, just wanted to get something out for you. Whoops Vale forgot to introduce himself silly boy, I’ll have to slip it in there later when all the excitement has died down. lol