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01-15-2015, 10:44 AM
It was a strange, uncertain, foreign smell that made her realize something was amiss. That something was different on this Spring day. The breeze brought forth scents of those who were not of the Basin, wafting like the smell of waste before her very nostrils, and the Weaver paused in the midst of an obligatory patrol and altered her course. Ears were perked forward, icy-silver and molten-gold oculars focused on the many little creatures that had gathered... One shadow stood out like the others like a sore thumb, familiar and whole, and it was to him that Rhiannon went. Deimos the Reaper. Her Lord. One of two stallions she would respect and actively seek out company with. Sashaying towards the assembled gathering, a polite smile pulled at the Brindled Devil's lips. Ah, pretender, deceiver... No, she didn't care a bit for their little visit, but Rhiannon knew of herd relations, of alliances and the like. Surely these individuals were here for a reason, and in the name of the Basin and her Lord and Lady, she had to behave... Even though it would be terribly hard. Dual-colored eyes darted between those who had gathered, those who had ventured from the Dragon's Throat. And what a venture it surely was! Two dark studs, one with a splattered, crimson side that she was positive that she recognized... But the female, the hornless female, Rhiannon was certain she did not know. Golden and terribly alluring, the Weaver offered her a glance before focusing on her Lordship. "My Lord Deimos," she murmured to him in familiar greeting, confident steps pulling her up to stand beside the Reaper, but not too close. Never too close. The Weaver stood, head held high, regarding those that had come to their borders with a welcoming smile. "How can I assist? I am Rhiannon; one of the Basin's Weavers." ooc: Sorry it took me awhile to drop her in <3 |
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